Reunion in the Midsummer When I Was Sixteen

On the first day I transferred to another school, I was made to stand in the corridor with the whole class watching. The best-behaved female student who passed by suddenly stuffed a bottle of soda into my hand: "When I was little, I said I would buy you a drink if you cried." I held the bottle and sneered: "Who is crying?" She tiptoed close to my ear and said, "On the day we moved, I saw you behind the sycamore tree." The can suddenly exploded when I squeezed it, just like the heartbeat of the war-torn summer when I was sixteen.