The first impression you gave me when I first entered the school is that like a good friend in junior high school, you always work actively and are the same labor committee member.
We were in the same classroom, but we didn't start talking to each other until the third year. Uncle is my only brother in the classroom. It was so fast for three years. I still remember that you always came to chat with me at noon, our KTV, our party and our play..
Never thought that one day uncle would go on a long trip, never thought that one day he would be so sad.
A friendship, a period of time.
Uncle always seems to be the pistachio we tease. I've never seen uncle's anger. Sometimes I'm really angry, and I won't remember more than one day.
Out of school, the only heterosexual friend contacted most is uncle. Up to now, I will apologize to uncle and let him buy an insurance. If it weren't for me, uncle wouldn't waste that money. From school to the station, I heard the word friendship from uncle for the first time. Uncle never made a high profile and was never emotional. The sentence: 'let you do hard work, I don't want to die of heartache'. I was so warm in my heart.
Comforting the uncle to tell his friendship when I was in a bad mood, moving the uncle to ask me to sit inside when he saw me choked by smoke, distressing the uncle all night on the roof in the middle of the night, and grieving the uncle's unknown infatuation.
It turns out that there will really be the feeling of 'being silent'. Many, many, uncle, will you remember me when you come back? Will you remember our friends? I think I will. Uncle is a man of friendship.
I don't know if I will be sad and start to wet my eyes. Maybe I will stubbornly say no.
Uncle, no matter what we do in the future, no matter where you are, as you said, you only know a few people in the class, and so do I.
I have two brothers in my life. One is a friend in junior high school and the other is an uncle.