In high school, the world was small, but the heart was big. Blue sky and white clouds, ten thousand feet high, our dream, in the distant future, the college entrance examination is closer at hand.
My deskmate Xueer is a lovely girl with a small nose, a small mouth and a pair of big round eyes. At that time, summer always seemed to pass slowly. In the sultry afternoon, cicadas chirped for a while, and we were sleepy in class for a while, and the fan rustled overhead. The desk is always full of endless exercises, the teacher writes on the blackboard, and Cher and I are doing problems below, whispering and stealing snacks bought at the school gate.
I have to say that before I met Cher, I had never met anyone with such a high degree of overlap in interests and hobbies. We all like to listen to indie music, like novelty, and often share the same song on our desks during noisy recess. We all like the same writer, appreciate those warm words, and share them with each other immediately when we see a sentence that touches us. We hide entertainment magazines under English books, secretly discuss which female star is better, and hide under the desk and giggle.
We only laugh, laugh and quarrel occasionally, but we always make up. At that time, youth always seemed to have inexhaustible strength and happiness. We agreed to be friends for life. When we are old, let's bask in the sun together, take our children in the square dance in the street and embed them in each other's lives forever.
After the college entrance examination results came out, Cher and I went to different cities to study in universities. At the beginning, we often contacted each other and talked on the phone once a week, telling each other about the novelty and loneliness in a strange environment. Occasionally, we will go to another city by bus, have dinner and go shopping. Everything looks the same as before.
But gradually, things began to change, the overlap of our circles became less and less, and interests began to diverge. She has a new friend, and I am busy with the club and the class Committee every day. There is nothing to talk about when we get together in a hurry once in a while. In Myanmar, you can only keep chasing the past time, or play with your head down.
Later, we became favorite friends in the circle of friends, and even if we leave a message, we have to think carefully for a long time. On holidays, WeChat exchanged greetings and exchanged pleasantries such as "free appointments", but we all know in our hearts that there will never be a day when we are free.
Later, we didn't even like the circle of friends. Opening WeChat is always a blank chat window. The people around her are friends of the university and internship colleagues, and her circle of friends seems to be full of excitement. We live in our own worlds and don't disturb each other, as if each other had never lived in the future.
Some people say that the relationship between two people is like a sponge. When we are together, it is dribs and drabs, warm and happy, running water, soaked in friendship. Later, times changed, and after the source was cut off, there was no new water injection. Every contact is squeezing the intimate time. If you talk too much, it will become a dry sponge, and no matter how hard you try, you can't squeeze out the water.
That's me and Cher. There is no contradiction or awkward quarrel between us, but we are still slowly separated on a one-way street of time. Friends who once fought together in the same trench are now strangers. I promised to be friends for life, but what I didn't know was that the life I was talking about was after the college entrance examination. ......
And after I graduated from college, I experienced a similar thing. My roommate and classmates, who were inseparable in college, had little contact after graduation and eventually became names in the address book.
Things change, human feelings change, let me understand that many people who thought they would be lifelong friends can only stay with us for a while in the end, and eventually get off at the intersection. Any feeling without company will only drift away, and friends will always be lost along the way.
I once dreamed that I was back in high school, sitting in the classroom of grade three, with the fan creaking overhead and the teacher lecturing on the podium. I turned to look, fortunately, Cher was still by my side, so young and beautiful. She turned her head and looked at me blankly. I rubbed my eyes and said to Cher, "Just now, I had a long dream ..."