I went through my cell phone a few times, strange, how could there be no phone number for him?
I thought for a long time, sent over a message: we seem to have a few years no contact.
The person who once said he would never forget, did he really just forget?
Xiao Bei was my best childhood playmate, living in that kind of compound when I was young, and his family lived in front of my house, very close.
If boys can be described as "childhood friends", I think we are.
I still remember his birthday, February 11th on the lunar calendar, a week earlier than me. On the day he was discharged from the hospital after one week of birth, I was born when I passed by the bridge with firecrackers going off.
My mother said that this is our destiny, destined to be a lifelong good friend, lifelong brother.
Xiao Bei often go to my house to play, until the meal time are not willing to leave, because my mom made a handful of delicious sweet and sour carp, eat the meal with a sleeve to rub a corner of the mouth of the oil stains, strutting away.
Xiao Bei was very naughty when he was a child and was often beaten by his father. The strangest thing I've ever seen was when he rode the family's big yellow dog around the yard. That day his dad chased after him and beat him up, chasing him from noon to evening.
When we were in elementary school, we went to the elementary school in our hometown, and there was only one class in one grade, and the classroom was a tiled one, and the class teacher was an old teacher in the village, who taught math, music, art and physical education, and liked to talk about the Journey to the West in the math class.
Smaller North has never been good at studying, but it's not bad, and it's the kind of thing that doesn't go up on stage to receive awards, or get called by the teacher to call the parents.
I remember a provincial reading and writing contest in elementary school where he won second prize, and everyone always thought he copied it or was just lucky. It seems that he did not care, and did not like literature, and did not explain, and never took the prize again.
Although he is not good at school, but I have always admired him. Because he was different from the average person. Almost all of my favorite toys as a child were made by him.
He was very smart, when he played fancy jump rope, he always jumped to my jaw-dropping amount, and then he told me that it was all a trick, but I didn't learn it until now.
He was familiar with electrical circuits when he was very young, and his father worked all year round, so he was in charge of all kinds of electrical appliances in the house from elementary school.
But he was also very bad, and in the eyes of the adults, he was a very unpleasant child. One day, he plucked the leeks from Mr. Yang's house, and the next day, he went to the eaves of Mrs. Wang's house and scribbled with chalk.
I have always been in the eyes of outsiders of the three good students, the neighbors have told me not to play with him, for fear that I will be brought down by him. But we are best friends, only he knows I am not as well-behaved as they say.
In fact, I pulled the leeks, because Mr. Yang scolded me that day. I also wrote the chalk writing under the eaves of Auntie Wang's house, and Xiao Bei just got me a piece of chalk.
Each time everyone thought it was Xiao Bei who did it, Xiao Bei looked at me, and then looked at the neighbors who came to the door, head held high, a look of no one else's eyes, tacitly acknowledged that everything was his own doing.
Xiao Bei is very good to me, every time in the river caught fish, shrimp, crab and other things sold, will buy snacks and I share. I thought we would never be separated in this life, he is my good friend in this life.
When I was in my third year of junior high school, we started to enter an intense revision stage. Xiao Bei didn't seem to have much demand for promotion and the midterm, he was still doing what he liked after school every day as before, without changing because of the midterm.
I told him many times about studying, and he agreed every time with a silly smile on his face and kept comforting me.
" You study hard, get a good high school and a good college, don't worry about me, and I can still rely on you in the future, can't I?"
After the midterm exam, he went to a secondary school in Xuzhou, learning a seemingly good auto mechanic profession.
After high school, I gradually busy, once a month home, rarely see him.
Once in a while, he inquired about me coming home, and came to my house in a hurry, and stuffed me with snacks that had been in stock for a long time.
He said that when he was free, he would come to school to see me. But I waited until I graduated from my senior year of high school, and still didn't wait for him to visit me.
One day, my mom told me that Xiao Bei had quit school. I was surprised. I was surprised to hear that my mother said that she had a conflict with her classmates at school and that he didn't like the auto mechanic program, so she dropped out of school.
Then he called me a few times and said he did aquatic business in Xuzhou, it is difficult to start, there is no money and no contacts.
He said that the aquatic business is slowly doing up, the mom and dad took over, can finally let mom and dad enjoy the blessing, he also has a girlfriend.
He said he is very busy every day, very tired, get up early and go to bed late, socialize everywhere, a little nostalgic for the days when he went to school.
Later, I moved, graduated from high school, freshman, sophomore ...... we gradually lost contact.
If it is not mom talking about him, I really will not remember, I also have a very good and very good friend, called Xiao Bei.
That night, after a few years, I opened his space, very guilty, I do not even have his WeChat.
The first dynamic is: the time to go are gone, are fighting for their own happiness, for their own dreams.
A dynamic in April 2017 is: from a long time ago has always been the QQ space dynamics gave me a lot of joy, rather than today's WeChat, I'd better stick to playing QQ every day.
In addition to these two, the other messages are almost all such as "recruiting long map driver, salary negotiable" and so on.
Occasionally, there are a few selfies and videos that make me feel a little strange. In the photos, he has a round face and a slightly blossomed body, and he looks like a middle-aged man with a successful career, taking his driver to the south and the north.
In fact, he was just in his early 20s this year, the same age as me, but I feel like we are separated by decades of distance.
Now we have become two road people, we live a life that may never have any intersection.
At one time I thought we would be brothers and friends for life, and I thought we would never forget each other. But gradually, we forgot each other.
Our journey is not the stars and the sea, but we are on the way of the rushing current, and we wash each other away.
Maybe occasionally mention each other, the heart will have a moment of emotion and trance, back to God, continue to busy with the matter at hand.
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