The road of life, I do not know how many people want to meet, however, will eventually leave the memory is not too much, can often destroyed even less.

This time back to my hometown western hubei, always want to find a find three o. Three is the elementary school higher grades of my classmates. remember one semester, the teacher in charge distribution of three and I sat a, the teacher said let me help, o three learning. Generally, three very hard, but learning. Hes very disciplined, attends class always put his arm back behind, chest is quite high, sit very straight, dont move a lesson.

Had a bad habit, frozen hand in winter every year. When I see his swollen like steamed
ead thick back, purple with yellow the skin does not block the frostbite water, I was very difficult. Sometimes cant see, see, the in the mind it hurts sourly, like long frostbite on the back of my hand.

"Why dont you wear gloves?" To do morning reading on, I asked three o.

"My mom did not give me to do, we shop business is very busy......" Three o answered with a very low voice. Three o the voice is very nice, with girls shy and tenderness.

Know this, I several times to be a thought: "I give three knitting a pair of gloves."

We girls of or , at that time will make some simple rough knitting. Looking for some a few thin wire, sharpening tip on his
ick, or pick up a tap to pick up the bamboo, do four bamboo sticks, bamboo stick with
oken bowl of ballastless blew out, this is knitting needles. Then, from home to find some their socks are worn out, followed by set (at that time, we still dont know in the world have nylon sock!) Apart and put the socks thread, can weave the cap, gloves, etc. In order not to interfere with or write, we often weave the kind of half gloves no fingers and the palm of your hand. It was a very humble is not very nice gloves. But everyone wear the gloves, who also not too ugly.

I would like to give three knitting a pair of gloves, sometimes to be strong. But never dare to. Ghost know, we were very small, the children of or , but have a strong psychological "discrimination". This psychological between the male and female classmate line very clear, each other cant be big enough.

Remember there is a boy in the class, the prestige is very high, it is "king" of the male students in the class. "The king" is very powerful, "a boy to listen to" king "command. A class, as long as the "king" called for a stem, and there will be many people crowding round to do; As long as the "king" who say not to play with, will be "hua" a large of people dont talk to the students. "King" and his generals often doesnt obey their will to boys and girls nick-names, very ugly, very hurt the heart of the nickname. Class or after school, they are either pull a racket, "one, two" closed the group to chants, parents name one (of course, the parents always what the "problem" in politics and reputation has been badly); Or they shouted at a boy a girls name, or shouted at a girl a boys name. This is the most bad the most sad thing, because they have so a shout, a boy and a girl are known. Let people know that "good", it is very shady things.

Such mischief often makes me very afraid, afraid of "king" and his "general". Sometimes afraid to the extreme, and even fear to often have nightmares at night. As if from then on, I became a poor cautious. So, I also secretly hate a group of "king", determined to grow up in the future, go far away, never to see them!

Three o often and "king" the children play together, but never see him hurt someone. Sometimes the "king" on the merit, sometimes it seems a long time not talk to him, it must be the "king" of the world what happened contradiction, I think. I didnt figure out the total three o whether citizens under the leadership of the "king", but I really hope the three-no belongs to the "king" of the world.

When in primary school grade five, my father suddenly in a morning, is zoned became the "right". Posters, comic books, and cross "x" father name both inside and outside the school, to stick. Dads appearance lets a person very ugly, limbs is very developed, head is small, some, but also has a very long and thick bushy tail... At first glance to see these, I almost passed out. The college is near my house, "the king" often came to see posters, comic book. Read, walk of my house, always closed the group to pull up the throat shout the name of my father. They are shout to me, shout out. They think this is probably the most happy thing, but I am sad dead. Heard the cries of the "king", I was scared dizzy, was supposed to open the door, and immediately frighten hide behind the door, a half-day did not dare to move, for fear that the "king" saw me. After them off with it, I often cried and cant go to school, mother urged me to coax me, but by the end of the school gate, I still cant go in, always hide what coma or the shade, outside the school gate until hear preparatory bell for class, ran into the classroom. A class, a teacher in, "the king" they dare not to shout the name of my father, I always think so.

At that time, the fear of the "king" is like a mouse afraid cat! Now that I think about it, is concerned, is very sad.

"I didnt call your fathers name..." Once, the three gently said to me. Also dont know is he saw that I insulted a person often steal a cry, he still feel that this is not a good bully, anyway, he asked me to do so. Remember after three o hear this sentence, I cried so much, my throat like a wall with a mass of cotton, a basically on during morning independent study. Three o the early read nor endorsed, loudly just flip back and forth with his books, appearance also blame poor.

In fact, my heart is very clear, although three o and the "king" is better, but his minds eye is good, dont want to bully. This is his
ight, big folds eyes told me, eyes, looking at you, very pure, very friendly, very gentle, make you no fear of him. Remember that time, I have to this pair of eyes looking at three o, and the other boys, especially the "king", Im not afraid to face again.

A long time, the three eyes always stay in my heart, I think, even the pairs of eyes to look good I sympathize with his life wouldnt be in my heart out...

Three is good at play, the ball is cloth. Is the old cotton cover tightly bound with cord into a round ball, wrapped into a big watermelon, large bowl, the ball, and with its own meaning. Cover trim out again after a piece of old socks,
oken mouth sewed up, is the ball. That s western hubei city primary school, the students are playing the ball, wrap cloth ball almost endemic, three o wrap cloth ball round, is also very substantial. O three pitches percentage is quite high, almost is in. Three o the team no. 5, 5 means that the ball is best, the number five is usually long. Few of the girls love playing a ball game, our class has two only, I am one of them.

O remember three in often literally divide into classes to play ball, always be on me, hes side. Then, mixed play to play, it is often the case. Even after the class literally on the court shooting, the three also from time to time to rob the ball to the miserable I stood in the playground. Later, I play basketball well, so that the junior middle school, high school and university as the team captain. Then often think, will be playing basketball three o thanks.

However, three o this kind, friendly act at the time it takes courage, is to take risks. Because to do so, is doomed to have been "king" of ridicule and sarcasm.

Such a misfortune finally happened. Dont know which day, also dont know is for the sake of what, the "king" three o name suddenly shouted at me, shout very fierce. They were shouted at me, I will feel it suddenly collapsed, heart suddenly
oken, eyes suddenly dark, head suddenly blow up...

A few times, I also saw them shouted at three o my name. The trinity silent, tightly closed lips, face flushed
ight red. See the appearance of three o embarrassed, my in the mind is very sad, feel sorry to him.

From then on, I dont want to give about three o knit gloves; Three dozen cloth ball, I dare not go anymore; To do morning reading on, we who also no longer speak quietly; We who also no longer manage who, like mad! But in winter, and then see three had swollen black purple black purple like steamed
ead thick hand, I feel I owe three o many, many, will never give him any more...

The three home across the "Wang Yimao pickles shop". I dont know what his house to open shop, only remember buy spicy sauce to the "shop Wang Yimao pickles," every time, I always want to look ah three shop. See up and down the steps of the door, with a lot of bamboo basket, bamboo basket, bamboo basket, and women with the paper of yellow paint with black paint of rough on the counter, round bottle mouth filled with orange disc rolling sugar sugar, also have wrapped in cellophane, Ann with bamboo sticks like a rattle lollipops... In fact, in the other shop also can buy chilli sauce, but I always want to run far away, go to "shop Wang Yimao pickles," buy. Not sure why, just want to, the re-understanding walked out of the shop. In fact, even if the three really walked out of the shop, I dont speak to him, but I hope he came out of the

Once, I went to buy chili sauce, three really walked out of the shop, and saw me. Know three saw me later, I suddenly felt afraid. At this moment, I saw three along the green flag paved street, walking toward me.

"They also live in this street, dont let them see you, or, and called the name of your father..." Then he ran back to "boom". I know, he said that "they", refers to the "king".

Looking at the three ran into the shop, I want to cry again. I suddenly feel, I will never forget three o, o three grew up in the future, must be the best man in the world!

Later, after admitted to high school, I dont know where is the three o. Is it to go to, or didnt get in? Take an examination in which class? I dont know how to ask for it. As an adult, often regret it, do a child, dont know how to cherish friendship?

Read high school for half a year later, Ill go too far away, to look for my
other, the han river downstream for study, for survival, because my father and mother have been rushed to the deep, deep went to the mountains. Since then, I didnt see the three, but three
ight, full of goodwill eyes often appears in front of my eyes and dream.

Life I do not know how they had such in a hurry, so imperceptibly, it seems, are still not understand what is going on through the many years. One day, after more than 20 years back to hometown to visit my mother, want to find the first is three.

Unexpectedly, I found a very successfully at that time the "king". "King" was warmly greeted me, "the king" is a very beautiful young wife. This age, the age to see "the king", Im a "mixed feelings". Speaking of childhood past, I burst into tears, "king" also feel dejected.

"Not to mention the past, we were small, dont understand...... your father die very bitter." "The king said," very sincere, very sadness. Is ah, decades of ups and downs, we are all grown up. The grace of childhood, hatred, now think of, is all lovely things, let a person yearn to make people miss...

"The king" o quickly help me find the three and two classmates in my childhood. When the "king" took three o come to see me, I was very panic and the
ain from time to time, flash on the screen of the three
ight folds eyes. Talking and laughing when they heard the went into the house, I tried to try to identify three os voice, but cant do that...

Three o last went into the house, when I try to recognize it is , my heart suddenly a sad and disappointed, thats not my memory of three! Where is the
ight eyes? Standing in front of me three o, appear calm and indifferent, seems to be for my return is already expected to things, did not show much surprise and sweet. Have a little fat body, hair and have begun to make my heart spasm miraculously twitched up: years taking away my childhood... I suddenly felt very sad, we lost too much! There are lots of things worth to cherish ones life, but when we havent had time to go to cherish it, everything has bec the past, everything is gone...

Three o asked me to go to his house for dinner, "the king" with two classmates and childhood; I am very happy. I know, it is three and the desire of the "king". Very grateful to my childhood friends to put me such a good program. We the people, the opportunity to meet each other in life too, will bec the best remem
ance of such party.

Three o wife than the big three, also is not beautiful. His wife is the "eighth" county, model worker. Looked at squatting on the ground quietly blowing in the scales of sanhe o run outside running food for our three o a considerate wife, I feel very fort, but a sad again: childhood three never back again, o this is life...

"... I was in Beijing in as a soldier, I heard you there at college, I have to find you, but didnt find him." When you eat, the three said to me. This is my unexpected things, looked at three o, I have a lot of gratitude, the three will not forget me!!!!!!!

"I offer, I propose a toast to our childhood." I stood up.

Sanhe "king", there are childhood friends who have lifted the cup.

This moment, we seem to have much to say, but who also didnt say anything, I dont know if it stood silent in the heart of, and I like to think, life is the best way to friendship, friendship is the most profound attachment is the bosom friend of childhood... My feeling tip grieved, and I really want to cry.

, he left three drives a car to send me on the station (three in the county government leaders to drive).

"Sorry, we are grown up..." Really didnt expect that, when parting, o SanNeng speak out such emotion. His looks, however, are very, very detailed static, not to say there is no expression, just staring at the front, the static stability under the steering wheel. This con appearance makes me very depressed, since three o find, I will always want to talk about things in childhood, such as about the gloves, cloth ball or "shout name" of the storm... days, however, has grown into a man, calm and condensing adult three-no belong to my feelings, I think. Is unexpectedly, parting, the three say this sentence to my life will never forget his words again.