When I was in the second grade of junior high school, he sat in the back row of me. He was always looking for trouble. In the first semester, I really hated him. He always felt that a boy was too ungraceful. I sat in front of him. When I sat back in class, he would lift the table. There were several times in class when I was leaning against him and he would lift the table, knocking me down. During class, he always pulls my hair when there is nothing wrong.
When class was over, he would leave his seat every time, pass by my desk, and deliberately knock off my notebook because I was sitting on the edge of the aisle.
When I graduated, he wrote Shou Yuanzhen's "Thinking of Lifting (Part 1)" in my guest book.
In high school, he gave up a key middle school and chose the school I went to. At that time, I didn't know he was doing it for me.
When I left school, he chose the army
N years later, he came back, but I don't know if our fate is still there...