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I have liked bad boys since I was young. Probably I hate good students who are unchanging and boring and serious, so those bad boys who live depraved and arrogant are particularly attracted to my attention. When I was 14, I liked a boy who repeated to our class. He was tall and thin, with curly hair like a monkey. This kid loves to play basketball, he likes to listen to tapes, and his favorite woman is Wu Qianlian. He actually didn't do anything bad, just skip class, and sometimes steal cold skin during class. Is unrequited love beautiful? I have liked this guy for four years. With my personality, it is absolutely impossible to hide how I like someone. I also yelled on the playground: "I like you!" Thanks to him, I became a notorious girl in school.

Once, he caught a cold, and every cough in get out of class made me very worried, so after class, I secretly put cold medicine in his drawer. However, he actually took it back to me and said: "Our family runs a pharmaceutical factory, don't you know..."

In high school, I fell in love with a bad boy again. He is ridiculously tall and ridiculously thin. When he grew to 188 cm, I was only 153 cm, and I never expected to grow to 160 cm in my life. Using this as an excuse, he never held my hand. Because he walks with a lot of steps, I always shout: "Slow down! Slow down!" This is the epitome of our relationship.

 

I have never met anyone less suitable for me than him. He is impatient. 16-year-old boys are probably impatient and have a bad temper. He likes Ren Xianqi's song. He is impatient. At that time, CALL machines became popular, and the rate of his calls back to me was about ten to one. We even quarrel when watching TV together, because we want to watch completely different programs. Quarreling and reconciliation are our important content.

He regarded it as the biggest goal and the biggest worry in his life. It was probably his brother's gang fighting, and it was very difficult for him to be caught in the middle. He always suffers some inexplicable injuries and often disappears for no reason. When I asked, I often went to fight in the next city. If I continued to ask him why he didn’t tell me, he would say: "I only have you as a woman! What are you worried about?"

Actually, I admire this uncle. He can show shameless and rogue eyes, expressing desires are both tenacious and direct, and mortals cannot refuse. He laughed stupidly, like a child. To be honest, in the future, I completely relied on my maternal instinct to tolerate him.

He had a bunch of little ruffian friends, and then slowly began to gangsters. Those people are not bad, at least they are very polite to me. I heard that I was writing novels, and they still circulated them collectively! A literary youth among a bad boy still left a comment at the back of my novel. No lie, when I went out with him, those little brothers would really call me respectfully: "Sister-in-law!" Because I can't drink, I'm very embarrassed to eat with them. In addition, the girls who were brought in were all very relaxed.

After a few years, I learned some of his news intermittently. This is the advantage of a small city. It is difficult to disappear into the crowd without a trace. Once, when I was choosing stationery in a small wholesale market, I suddenly met a familiar middle-aged woman. I don't recognize it, the aunt smiled and said, it was his mother. We stood on the side of the road and greeted, I felt uncomfortably at the back seat of the bicycle.

His mother said apologetically: "My son is not promising, and he has not been admitted to Nanjing University. In fact, he really wants to go to Nanjing so he can be with you. His aunt said, "It's good to be together. Ask his girlfriend to You wash your clothes! He said, I want to be beautiful. Her hands are used for writing! How can I wash the clothes? I washed her and it was almost the same. That year you were admitted to college and got the first place in the city. He was so happy. Talk to people everywhere. Our whole family likes you very much... You come to play often when you have nothing to do!"

I said goodbye blankly.

It rained that day and the ground was muddy. I was pushing the car out, and from the inferior audio-visual shops on both sides of the small market, Ren Xianqi’s singing came out in Hokkien.

At this moment, I suddenly remembered that on a sunny afternoon on the park terrace, he sang "Red Beans" to me, and I messed up his hair. I don’t understand the coming tomorrow at all, and I’m not at all sure, with irritability and hurt, we sing that the water flows forever...

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