Chūn guāng zhèn hái zài chūn guāng zhèn hái zài (36)

  Translation: Chun Guang Town is still in Chun Guang Town (36)

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  I don't have many friends, apart from being close to Fu Andong, the others are just drinking buddies. When going out to play, they all respond enthusiastically, but when I really want to make a heartfelt connection, I can count on one hand. In my childhood, I had a close friend who would often invite her to my home to play, and later it became her parents bringing cigarettes and wine gift boxes to my home to socialize.

  I am 3 years younger than Fang An Dong. When I was old enough to remember things, his father taught him saying: "An Dong, you should take care of your brother deeply and be a good older brother."

  Fu An Dong solemnly agreed, turned around and started pulling my braids, snatching my eraser, taking two steps and turning back to mock me for being short, wearing a skirt and walking slowly. It wasn't until I took biology class as a student that I learned boys develop physically and mentally later than girls, and finally understood that Fu An Dong was teasing me due to biological development rules. However, before understanding this practical truth, I had already been fighting with him for many years, and it couldn't be changed overnight.

  Grown-ups all thought we were very harmonious, when the two families visited each other, my dad and his parents were having a great time at the table, while he and I were kicking each other under the table. It wasn't until he was in high school that this situation underwent a substantial change.

  That afternoon after school, I stayed in the classroom to clean up as a duty student. Fan Andong finished his basketball practice and waited for me at the door so we could head home together. Since my hands were covered with chalk dust, I went to wash them before leaving and asked him to put my pencil case into my backpack. When I came back, I heard him teasing me for being too childish: "Xu Shenshen, why do you like pink so much? From your pencil case to your pens, even the correction fluid is all in pink."

  He bowed his head to rummage through my school bag, incredibly amused and said: "No way, even the book cover is this color?"

  I walked over to try and grab it back, but he turned around and dodged me.

  Then came a "slap" sound, and the school bag tilted, with books falling all over the floor.

  "Fu An Dong, pick it up for me!" I picked up a book and slammed it onto his head.

  A small white paper package fell out of my school uniform pocket and landed on the book, right in the line of sight of Fu An Dong.

  This small paper package is a sanitary napkin.

  I felt the blood rush to my face, it was burning with embarrassment. I quickly squatted down and picked it up, shoving it into my school uniform pocket. With my head hung low, I slowly gathered the books one by one and put them back in my backpack. I really wished there was a hole on the ground that I could bury my face in.