Lost friendship

I remember when I was in the fourth grade, the time of that year was still fresh in my mind. I have a very harmonious friend and I am grateful to him.

When I was in the third grade, I was received by my parents from the countryside to study in the county town. Because I was young and ignorant, I was also a rustic countryman. The result was a staggered friend. In just one year, I was learning differently and gradually lost my interest in it. The results are a thousand miles away.

In the fourth grade, my grades began to become unsightly, and even my parents who had lost their lives to get rid of poverty were also amazed.

Fortunately, I met him, my classmate, he was a little fat, and he became a ridiculous object from time to time in the class. He was sitting behind me and he was always like that, and he was not good at communication. I was influenced by him. I don’t know when we have become the opponents in learning, both partners and enemies.

The results began to improve. He taught me a lot, but the time is like an arrow. It is our time that has passed away. It is the memories of that year.

After we graduated from our elementary school, we lost contact with each other. Even if we are worried about each other, we are eager to become disappointed forever.

When I arrived at the middle school, I was a non-sexual person. I might have made friends. They made me ruin my studies. When I was in the third year, I finally found him. Even if I didn’t meet, he was very good and he studied very well. Not that I can match it.

Initially, I thought that our friendship would be very firm, but... I found his contact information, his tone on the phone was awkward, the moment of tacit understanding between us no longer existed, and then I As if we can't be like the previous years, we are separated by a transparent and inaccessible wall. The gap allows us to live in different worlds. This reality is like thousands of hands pulling me back from the "wall" to my own situation.

Then I lost it, that frank friendship.

Third day: Flying Bird II