a memo

Chapter 13
Recently, I saw people ask if they have friends they have known for a long time, even if they have not been in touch for a long time, they still have a good relationship.

Yes, there are several.

Let me share with you two people who have known each other for seven years.

I used to study in Shanghai, but later I transferred to AH because of my school status.

I met these two people when I was in the sixth grade of elementary school in AH.

One is a big brother, and the other is a big artist.

Let's talk about Big Brother first.

Why is it called Big Brother, because the first impression is very cold and unreasonable.

On the first day of transferring to a primary school, I was very nervous. The head teacher of the primary school was somewhat low in EQ, and he didn't arrange a seat for me, so he let me go in first and stand there.

At that time, class was about to start, I looked around and saw that there was no one next to a girl, I was very happy, I thought I had a seat.

I stepped forward and asked, "Hello, there is someone next to you."

Before he finished speaking, the eldest brother stepped into the classroom: "Please make room, this is my seat."

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Strange classmates all looked at me, and I walked to the back silently. A fat boy should have been arranged to sit alone all the time. He may have moved his schoolbag out of "sympathy" and let me sit on him. beside.

Maybe it was too embarrassing for me, anyway, my first impression of Big Brother was not good.

Later, my eldest brother added me as a friend, and the application was "Hello, new classmate."

Then we got to know each other.

When I was in elementary school, the content of the books was fairly simple, and my brother and I got very good grades.

We are often called to the office to help the teacher correct the papers, and we chat with each other when correcting, and we gradually get to know each other.

I don't know why, but many girls in the class at that time had a prejudice against the transfer students. They felt that I should not be considered a part of their big family because I was studying for a year.

Anyway, when I was in sixth grade, not many girls were willing to play with me, so the only people I talked to and chatted with were boys like Big Brother and the others, and it was like this until graduation.

We were in the same school in junior high school, and the classes were different.

Even if the classes are different, they are not on the same floor.

I thought our contact would be less, after all, the first group and the fourth group of the class felt like the Pacific Ocean, not to mention the different floors.

But in fact, it's not.

When we meet in gym class or doing exercises, we will greet each other in a hurry.

During the break between climbing the stairs and sending homework, if you encounter them, you will chat a few words.

On weekends, QQ is online, and I just complain about various things in the class. The big brother just listens. Sometimes he will help me say that something is wrong, but most of the time, he is teaching me how to deal with it correctly.

Because I am more emotional and easy to act emotionally, he has always been more rational. When dealing with many things, our views can complement each other.

My grades began to decline in the second year of junior high because of bad math and physics.

Big Brother has always been very good, often at the top of the rankings.

Sometimes I would ask him questions I don’t know on weekends. He felt that it was inconvenient to talk online, so he asked me to go to his house to ask him.

Later, I bought a wrong question book, and I wrote or pasted all the math problems I didn’t know. I took it on the weekend and asked it. He would write the process very seriously for me, and every step would not be missed, because he knew that my IQ, if he misses any step, even if it is simplification, I will have to think about it for a long time.

So our friendship was concretized into a wrong title book, a book with two words.

Because of poor grades in mathematics, I will be afraid of mathematics subjects, and I will be very nervous before each mathematics test.

I once asked my brother for advice: "Hey, how can I maintain a good state in the math test?"

"Go to bed early, eat a piece of chocolate to replenish your brain before the exam." The eldest brother said casually.

But later, every time I took the exam, after knowing the exam room, my brother would give me a piece of chocolate before the math exam. Once, because it was late, I didn't have time to deliver it. After the exam, he came to my exam room.

"It's over, I didn't eat chocolate this time, I must fail the exam." I acted very frustrated.

"It's as if you can really pass the exam after eating it." The eldest brother said truthfully, and then handed over a piece of chocolate from his schoolbag, "Here you are, to suppress your surprise."

It could be true superstition, or nostalgia.

I have always reserved the habit of eating chocolate before math exams.

Every time I take a big exam in high school, I will buy chocolates the weekend before. Sometimes I will take my roommates to eat together.

The last time I ate chocolate was before the college entrance examination math.

It was very hot, and when my mother received me at noon, the chocolate had almost melted.

An hour before the math exam for the college entrance examination, I sat in a corner of the shopping mall opposite the exam room, slowly tore off the chocolate wrapping tape, and ate all the edible parts.

Then start to cry.

It's strange that for so many years, although I was afraid of the math test, even though I often got [-] or [-] points in the test, I didn't want to shed tears.

Just looking at the piece of melted chocolate, I couldn't control my tears.

Because I realized that, as a liberal arts student, this might be the last time in my life that I had to deal with a serious math test.

There will be a day when I cry because I feel that there is no chocolate before the math test.

　This chapter is going to be long because there is so much to write.

　　By the way, do you have any friends who you have known for a long time and still keep in touch with?
　　
　
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