That summer in my memory

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When I was in elementary school, I was quite insecure. I wasn't a good student, and I was also quite thin, so apart from D, who I used to walk with every day, I hardly had any close female classmates. When I entered junior high, the number of students in my class suddenly increased from about 30 to about 80, filling the entire classroom. Only about a dozen of them were my elementary school classmates; the rest were transfer students from the countryside or other towns. Although the junior high was only one street away from my home, it felt like a completely unfamiliar environment. Among those dozen or so elementary school classmates, only one girl was a classmate from my previous elementary school—H. H wasn't her parents' biological child. In that era of strict family planning, each family only had one child, and since we had all known each other since childhood, she was always quite sensitive and bothered by people mentioning her background. In elementary school, although the girls in my class didn't say anything, they all intentionally or unintentionally distanced themselves from her.

But in junior high, she instantly became the only girl from the town in the class. The boys from the countryside always surrounded her, constantly making all sorts of jokes. To be honest, thanks to the boys' crazy "science popularization," we relatively naive (and stupid) city kids only learned about masturbation for the first time, about women's periods, and that a woman's urination and vagina are not the same thing. Elementary school felt like a closed greenhouse, but middle school truly felt like a small society, a melting pot of good and bad. Although we were all students, we discovered from the very first week that everyone had different reasons for being there.

Seats were self-selected, and my childhood friend Z and I sat together in the second-to-last row because he'd borrowed two Dragon Ball manga from his brother, and we wanted to watch them together during evening study to see who was stronger, Vegeta or Goku. Next to us sat a guy who was noticeably taller than us. He already had a beard and a muscular build; he looked intimidating. Later, we learned that this guy, W, was three years older than us, had dropped a class in elementary school, and then another in middle school. Later, W became the leader of our grade, and then he was expelled by the principal for fighting. Although we all thought the fault wasn't his, but rather another annoying guy, we'll talk about that later.

H sat in the row in front of us, with two male admirers sitting on either side of her. In junior high, she was completely unrestrained. She often didn't wear her school uniform. It was very hot during the first month of school, and after taking off her light jacket, she was left with only a tank top. At that time, girls hadn't started wearing bras yet, and you could see most of H's breasts through the sides of her tank top. For a group of boys just entering puberty, that scene was simply too beautiful. Especially after morning self-study every day, H would lie down for a while, and the three of us, standing slightly behind, could almost see those little "happy beans." This daily live broadcast made it impossible for us to concentrate on studying. Every day, we just hoped that H would lie down a little longer, so we could see that glimpse of spring. Until one day, something W did completely made me feel like I wasn't the same as W when I came to school. You could even say I was frightened.

It was another hot evening self-study session. The summer heat in the north makes everyone sleepy. H, drowsy and wearing a tank top, was fanning himself with a notebook in one hand. Z and I, swaying back and forth, had no interest in watching Majin Buu beat Gohan. W was practically sitting upright, practically pressed against him. Sitting next to him, I felt he seemed even more lecherous today. A little while later, while the teacher was out (we later heard from the boys in the front row that the teacher was on her period that day, and it had gotten on her pants), he asked the boy sitting to H's right, against the wall, to switch seats with him. That boy was shorter than me and didn't dare say anything, so he just switched.

After W switched, he chatted with H casually, and then asked H if he dared to look at something. H laughed and said, "What's there to be afraid of? Looking at your little pecker?" Z and I were stunned, thinking we'd misheard. But W was even bolder, saying, "Yes!" And then he showed off his hard penis. H seemed to blush and turned his head away. Z and I were speechless; the scene was too shocking for us at the time. W went a step further, pulling H's hand towards his penis. H must have touched something sticky, because he couldn't help but yell. The discipline monitor turned around and asked what was wrong. W just said, "Mind your own business." And then everyone fell silent. But W didn't dare do anything else and just lay down to sleep. H seemed fine too, continuing to read. Z and I simply couldn't believe our eyes. This was fucking insane.

When I got home that night, I still felt so confused. I wondered if I was going to turn bad. My previous "interactions" with D were only superficial. W's behavior was completely mind-blowing. So I decided to tell my dad I wanted to change seats; the student in the back was too tall and was blocking my view of the blackboard. My dad thought his son had finally figured things out and knew how to study. After treating the homeroom teacher to a meal, he moved me to the third row. But Z stayed there, continuing to watch "Spring Light" and "Dragon Ball." But according to him later, H and W had actually kissed in the grove next to the school playground during the first month of school. They almost got caught by the school police.

Years later, he, who only scored a little over 200 on the college entrance exam, apparently paid to attend some kind of college called St. John's College. After graduating, like our parents, he worked in a factory. Every year when I see him, he tells me about that scene we witnessed together that was so shocking to our young hearts.

The next time I saw H was at a primary school reunion when we were in college. She had just had double eyelid surgery and was completely unrecognizable. Although she said she had only had a few teeth pulled, the girls still thought she had plastic surgery. After everyone drank too much, we went to a karaoke bar. In the noisy and dimly lit private room, she took off her high heels, put her legs, which were clad in black stockings, on my lap, and smiled, asking if I wanted to go for a walk. I turned around and threw up. Later, I told Z about it, and he said she definitely wanted to go to a hotel with me. Later, I heard that she opened a nail salon. She was divorced after her second marriage, and her new boyfriend was a taxi driver. During the 2019 Chinese New Year, Z and I ran into H and some friends at the next table while having hot pot. We even had a few drinks together. Z mentioned that her boyfriend didn't seem to be among them.

After being expelled from school, W went to work in the coal mines in Shanxi. At our most recent junior high reunion, he and H even sang "Intimate Lover" while embracing. Z and I exchanged a smile and said that "intimate" probably didn't refer to the heart, but rather the depth and length of their love. Surprisingly, W opened a tutoring school in 2018, becoming its principal and spending his days lecturing other people's children about studying hard. Despite not even graduating from junior high, his tutoring school was incredibly successful, employing teachers who were all graduate students.

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