Those deep wounds heal at an extremely slow speed that is invisible to the naked eye but is real. However, even if the wounds heal, they will leave scars. And I believe that time is the greatest healer.
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Finally, another year has passed.
In 2005, we experienced a long hot summer. Without any extra words, I waved goodbye to my second grade of junior high school easily, then left the original classroom, left the original classmates, lost the first friends, and turned to a strange class and walked into a group of strange classmates. Then he smiled, asked his former classmates about his current class, and finally saw himself huddled in the corner, hugging his knees and crying helplessly.
Maybe this should be me!
But the tears seemed to evaporate overnight, and my eyes were dry. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't cry.
Tears should have been squandered by me when I was in the second grade of junior high school. Those bitter water droplets must have been absorbed by the dry ground in the summer classroom.
I was drinking Nescafe coffee and listening to Jay Chou's "Sunny Day" in my ears, and suddenly I remembered:
I remember him humming Jay Chou's "Qili Xiang" next to me during self-study class, which resulted in opposition from the whole class; I think of him always taking away my pencil case when I wasn't paying attention, and snatching my Kubi refills from me; I think of the embarrassing situation when he talked back to the teacher in Chinese class and was scolded as a result... (To be continued)