little love

The next morning, Song Yi got up early. For the school, Song Yi had too much nostalgia and emotion. Only those who entered the society would realize that the school is such a beautiful paradise. Only the school can make people feel happy. People create their own dreams unscrupulously, without the hypocrisy of people in the society, and there is no need to worry about a classmate who will suddenly stab you in the back one day.You are you, and at school, you are the only real thing.

"You got up so early, why don't you sleep a little longer?" Mother Song has already woken up and is busy in the kitchen.

"When I wake up, I can't fall asleep. I guess I slept too much in the past few days!"

"Well, forget it when you get up, just wait for a while for breakfast, you go brush your teeth and wash your face first." Song Yi responded and left, and Song's mother looked at her son's back, feeling a little comforted, his son really became sensible all of a sudden a lot.

Breakfast is very simple, white porridge, deep-fried dough sticks, and pickled vegetables at home, but Song Yi misses the taste of those years ago.Song Ma boiled an egg for Song Yi by herself. If she came, the egg might also nourish the brain.Maybe he felt that the table was a bit simple, so he turned around and mixed a plate of cucumbers on the table.

After the family of three had breakfast, Dad Song pushed his bicycle to his grocery store alone.It has been out of business for several days since my son was injured.Think about it, let's hurry up and open the door for business, it's time to spend money at home.Mother Song took her son to school alone.

Shexian Primary School is of course unfamiliar to Song Yi, with a completely unfamiliar teaching building, unfamiliar teachers, and unfamiliar classmates.

Looking at Song's mother who was talking to a female teacher not far away, the teacher looked over with sympathy and pity from time to time, which made Song Yi feel a little embarrassed, but only a little.For an adult who is already 25 years old in his bones, this situation is not enough to make him feel at a loss.

After the chat was over, the female teacher came over and squatted down: "Song Yi, don't be afraid, it doesn't matter if you can't remember the past, if you don't know anything, just ask Teacher Sun, the teacher will definitely help you, now I will take you to the teacher !" From her eyes, Song Yi saw sincerity rather than perfunctory.

When the teacher mentioned Song Yi's amnesia, the teacher exploded. "Song Yi, do you still remember who I am?" Song Yi's former tablemate asked first.Looking at Song Yi's blank and puzzled eyes, Zhu Xiaowei was very sad. He felt that Song Yi's best friend and tablemate should not be forgotten by him. Birds, the deep friendship formed in the game of pissing.

The last time I went to steal persimmons, Zhu Xiaowei also went, but was tragically bitten off by a dog and went home crying.When I arrived at school the next day, I realized that Song Yi had bumped his head and was sent to the hospital.He felt that he was not loyal enough. If he hadn't left Song Yi and went home by himself, maybe Song Yi wouldn't have lost his memory.

Thinking of this, Zhu Xiaowei had a strong desire to protect: "It's okay, I will play with you from now on, if anyone dares to laugh at you, I will beat him up for you." Song Yi just smiled, thinking that this person is a little silly and cute.

After class, Song Yi was often greeted by classmates in the class. Children around the age of 10 were very curious: Do people really lose their memory?Will you really not remember anything?All of them thought of various ideas to make Song Yi remember who they were, but in the end they were all loudly blasted away by Zhu Xiaowei.In his words: I will protect you from now on.When he said this, his immature face was serious, as if he was doing something great and proud.

Song Yi stared at him for a while, then burst out laughing with a "puchi", which immediately made Zhu Xiaowei feel that he was being despised, and his serious face immediately collapsed.