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Chapter 31 Memories are Shallow, but True Love Hurts Deeply

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    Yang Yue didn't hit far with one stick, but he hit it skillfully. He hit the small wooden stick to the other side of the cliff. The small wooden stick rolled down the hillside all the way, rolled far away, and disappeared into the tangled grass.  Yang Yue jumped up happily.  "Ohmy farthest! My furthest! Haha"

    Several boys hurried downhill to look for them.

    Whether Yang Yue is studying or not, she can solve such difficult math problems with a little thought in my opinion.  Several times, I heard her explain it to me, and I understood it immediately.  I did it.  I couldn't believe myself.

    Girls like to play with her, because she has endless clothes, girls are envious of her, often go to her house to try on her clothes.  Boys like her because she is beautiful.

    In summer, parents are afraid that we will be thirsty, so they fill boiled water in empty Laobaigan or Erguotou bottles and ask us to bring them to school.  The students didn't know who it was, and suddenly brought a bottle of water soaked with peanut particles. Everyone thought it was fun, and immediately followed suit. They drank the water and ate the soaked peanuts.

    However, the taste is really good, so I often drink up the water and pour almost all the peanuts to Yang Yue.  She said it was delicious every time, and ate it with great relish.

    In the future, I will give her everything, the chestnuts just hit from the mountain.  Because it hasn¡¯t dried well, the skin still tightly wraps the chestnuts. Every time before going to school, I always have to peel off the hard shell like hedgehog skin and take out the chestnuts inside

    Holding a large handful, but he was reluctant to eat any of them, so he went to school to give them to her.

    Once, she saw that my hands had been punctured several times, so she decided not to eat chestnuts anymore, saying that she had eaten enough.

    In the second semester of the third grade, it was time for evening self-study. At that time, there was absolutely no electricity in the countryside. The only few 14-inch black and white TVs in the village were still powered by batteries.

    We use a transparent jar to hold a little candle oil or a little kerosene, poke a small hole in the thin tin jar cap, and pass the bought cotton lamp twister through it, soak for a while, and the oil will climb up along the twister  , it will catch at one o'clock.

    After class, we played with the lamps. It was the season for picking hawthorns, so we roasted the hawthorns, which turned into a black mass of ashes. At that time, we didn't know what carcinogens were.  All this, Yang Yue only felt very fresh, and had a great time playing it.

    Later, some of our mischievous boys made an appointment with Yang Yue, went out to steal sweet potatoes, peanuts, and beans in other people's fields, went to a hidden place, collected dry grass, lit a fire, cooked it and ate it.

    My academic performance was not at the bottom, so the teacher stopped calling me a "stupid lump", and the number of times he beat me on the head with a textbook was much less.

    The relationship between Yang Yue and I gradually became more and more unusual.  Inseparable every day.  I taught her to row a boat, climbed mountains with her to pick wild flowers, carried her across small rivers, and went to the ravines to pick wild jujubes.

    Take the net to catch fish, catch shrimp, touch crabs, and explore clams.  Under the moon, she ran hide-and-seek wildly, played with a hand rope, and dug out the bird's nest A pretty big girl often made her beautiful floral clothes dirty.

    But later

    Recalling the past scene after scene, my heart hurts for a while.

    Back to reality, those thoughts are like sycamore flowers outside, although they bloom extremely brightly, they still exude a strong fragrance.  But one day, it will fail.  Because, the sycamore leaves that are full of trees have to wait until they fall, and perform some budding and blooming rituals.

    One spring and one autumn is one year.

    However, the years of following Yang Yue have passed through many springs and many autumns.

    "Xiaojun, don't cry, don't cry, you will break your body." My mother put down the insole in her hand and came over to pat me on the back.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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