Moe Academy: Resurrection Battle

The world is complicated. In the reflection of time, there are always scenes looming. Whenever I recall it, I can only sigh that time has passed. That year, I just entered middle school. My deskmate was a pretty and well-proportioned girl named Fei. She had a bright complexion and thick black short hair. She was straightforward, smart and concise. Because she was the youngest girl in the family, and her family was well-off and her family education was strict, she was smart and rigorous. I remember that every morning she carried the high-end purple schoolbag that looked like a briefcase and went to school neatly and quietly. We always met at the door. She would call my name with a smile, and then the two of us would hold hands until we sat down. No exceptions. Between friends, in addition to study time, we also like to stay together in private. What impressed me most was that every afternoon on vacation, we would spend 20 cents to buy a bag of apricot meat and eat while playing in the alleys. The alleys in Jiangnan are deep and winding. There are many alleys and few dead alleys. The winding paths lead to secluded places, all of which are houses. Although the alleys are narrow, each household has a courtyard. In spring, roses in full bloom will peek out from the brick walls of the narrow courtyards to welcome the spring. The bright yellow dots dot the silence of the alley. At that time, we would tiptoe to explore through the gaps. The whispers of the two of us always attracted the inquiring eyes of the person who opened the door, and then we would look at each other mysteriously, be surprised, and then run away. The alley was left with our silly laughter and the smell of grass crushed by our feet. Speaking of the taste of apricot meat, it is undoubtedly a luxury now. Sweet and sour, it is the taste of youth. The first time Fei took me to her house was in the beginning of summer. This season is very happy for girls. You can tie a high ponytail and wear a lace dress. I also turned around the alley and came to her courtyard: I walked straight through the ten-meter alley, and there were two rows of old-style bungalows in front of me. These were the side houses where their family stored their sundries. Most of them were vacant. The main house was a two-story, simple and elegant building. The wood of the door was extremely hard and smooth. Entering the hall, the tables and chairs were all made of solid wood, with delicate carvings, exquisite workmanship, and ancient charm. What impressed me most was her father's bookcase, which had a wide variety of books. Looking at her spirited girl again, I knew clearly in my heart: Ru Ya's state of mind breeds a quirky temperament, with extraordinary intelligence and kindness. She had her own opinions at a young age, and this appreciation from beginning to end is also a height that I have been unable to reach so far. Several times, I was obsessed with her sister's appearance. I heard that her appearance was completely different from hers: fair skin and waist-length hair. Later, when I saw her, it was true. It seemed that she also had a tiger tooth. A warm and harmonious scene is always enviable. Her courtyard is full of lush flowers and plants. The first time she ate eggplant cakes, or the first time she met her grandmother, they were all there. When she first saw me, my eyes followed her twisting figure and her light lotus steps, and I was puzzled and amazed. I could vaguely see the outline of my grandmother's face: her kind eyebrows and the traces of time carved on her loving face. As if it was fate, from then on, I began to miss the old lady. Suddenly I realized that deep memories come from imagination at that time. For example, the association of my grandmother's lotus feet on that warm afternoon. Thinking about the candy and joy she got from her small steps at that time; and now I can think deeper: in the distant time, can she use her soul to feel the boy's thoughts about her now. I sighed: the depth and breadth of memory are limitless. If allowed, it can exist forever. Some things will be filtered by time; while some things will become clearer day by day.