Time flies, meets no longer

In fact, many people have said to me, Ah Jiu. How did you become like this?

I still remember the new students entering the school. Parents go to the teacher to eat. I sat aside and listened to them. Three major teachers, two said that I am very introverted. Mother said that she was not like this before.

I did not do this before, it was a chubby fat gimmick. Crazy and crazy. The mother said that this mouth is really tired for you. When the person has not arrived, the voice will arrive first. I don't think so, continue to laugh.

The more I grow up, the less I have, because my grades are not top notch. My father hated iron and said that when I was studying well, when someone mentioned you, I could show off two sentences. I can only smile and say okay now. Is it not a shame?

I shrank aside and didn't talk.

After that, the parents began to argue, and the father blamed the mother for not educating me; the mother and her father, regardless of me, all day long, she was exhausted. I listened quietly, holding my tears.

When they were quarreled, the father slammed the door and the mother yelled at me and returned to the room. The dead silence in the family. I stuffed the headphones, listening to what was screaming inside, and tearing down in tears.

I didn't want to talk to them at first. For them, maybe there is really no common language. Talking to the mother about the interesting things in the school, what she caught is never the point of laughter that I want to express, but the thing about learning that is revealed from the matter.

As for my father, my relationship with him has always been very unfamiliar. He works and works every day. Go home at one or two every night, and when I get up in the morning, he is still asleep. Going home from school at noon, after dinner, I went to take a nap, and he got up. Then leave home. This cycle. Until I graduated from China.

In six years, I have not been with him for half a year.

After I went to the middle school, my mother and I moved to a place close to the school, and he was still in the former house. In this way, we have less time to meet. There are usually only two people at home, my mother and me.

In this way, I began to slowly become introverted. One year after the freshman enrolled, I was fully familiar with the names of every classmate in the class. Because I am not good at communicating with others. There is even a bad problem: I don’t dare to look at other people’s eyes when I speak.

I don't like being watched, especially many people. I don't like too bright light and color, which makes me feel insecure. I am especially nervous when I am with strangers. Even if I have a friend around me, I will feel at ease.

This kind of me, I am also very strange.

No one can think of it. I used to make noises, often jumped up and down, and bravely fought with the boys, and hit the other side to cry. I often laughed up and was not elegant at all.

To be honest, I love the former me more.

But time has swallowed me. I am slowly running away from the one I used to. Become a parallel line.

The memory is still raining, the laughter of the past, the jump is still so vivid, but so vague.

It seems to be yesterday, but it seems like it was a long time ago.

A road is winding and walking is crumbling.

I have been changed beyond recognition.

Became a stranger that I don't know, the most familiar.

First grade: Jing'an Temple