You are the only one who grew up.

When I was having dinner with an acquaintance at noon yesterday, the man suddenly asked me, "do you know what I just did?" He knows that I know Gangji very well. All I know is that I just got out of our sight because I was in too much debt, and I know nothing else. He told me that I had just become a monk, and my heart was shocked!

Just after my hair is small, and it is also the only one that really grows up.

Just a year younger, our two families are no more than 40 or 50 meters together. At that time, our two families were in the most southeastern corner of the village and had few neighbors. Of all the children, we are the closest in age, so we stick together all day.

My stepfather is a national cadre. During the Cultural Revolution, it is said that the highest position was the deputy magistrate of our neighboring county.

In my young mind, their family is a rich man. The newly built house, the high steps, although the upper part is also made of earth, the outside is made of red brick, the inside is covered with white lime, the floor is covered with square brick, and the windows are double-open glass windows. In the rural areas of our area in the 1970s, such houses were even rarer than today's villas.

When we first started school, before and after meals or on Sundays, we were always inseparable, playing or doing homework together at his house. His father is also a very interesting person, but sometimes his temper is strange and a little moody, and he is always afraid of his father face to face. In the depths of my young heart at that time, this is not only the reason for my pride, but also the reason why I sympathize with the newcomer. Because I was never afraid of my father at home, my father was a very gentle man.

Just after there is a brother who is ten years older than him, his brother always plays with our two children, takes us to play games, lets us work for him, and gives us nicknames. Just after the second place, I followed my uncle's brothers on the list of the seventh. My stepbrother called him Mao er and called me Mao Qi. We were excited by his brother's unique creativity at that time. Until now, as soon as I came into contact with the information about Sanmao, I immediately remembered my nickname Mao Qi.

The most popular game we played when we were kids was banging. Is to use the paper folded into a square, with their own to hit others, who can knock over other people's, take it to their own, to see who finally wins more. Now come to think of it, the name of this kind of game comes from the sound of the game.

Gangji and I always fight together, and we never fight each other. In this way, you can always gain more than others every time. We are both a bit invincible, invincible pride.

My new uncle is also a national cadre, so there are a lot of books in their family, big, small, thick and thin. These books have become our inexhaustible treasure. The two of us are always proud of having more bats than our peers.

Gangji often stole his father's change to buy food, and every time he generously asked me to eat with him. Therefore, I always feel a little guilty about the new heir. Especially when he was found to be scolded or even beaten by his father when he stole money, my muscles contracted tightly together. That feeling is worse than being beaten. I always feel that all his grievances have happened because of me.

Gangji and I stayed together until the end of the third grade. He seems to be held back, and gradually we spend less time together. With the growth of age, on the surface between us a lot of thinning, but the friendship between each other is still very deep, a little tacit understanding.

After graduating from junior high school, I went to a normal school and just joined the army. Here we sent several letters and sent photos to each other.

After graduating from normal school, I worked as a teacher in my township middle school. He returned from his career as a soldier and worked in a large enterprise in our county. During the holidays, when we all go home, we must meet. Talk about their respective work, recall the dusty past together, like going back to childhood.

Perhaps it is the habit of being well-off and formed from an early age, and he always spends a lot of money. Wear famous brands, smoke well, like to drink, and get drunk every time you drink. Gregarious, warm-hearted, not calm in case of trouble, loyal buddies. This character and preference, which he has just followed, is the root of why he put himself in a dangerous situation in the future.

As we grew older, we got married and had children. I live in our town. I just lived in the county. We had even less chance to meet each other. For several years, we met only when New Year's Eve went to the ancestral grave to pay tribute to his ancestors, and he left in a hurry. He just heard that he had changed his job many times, and later he went through several twists and turns to run an enterprise, which was very depressed.

Last winter, I went back to the village. A neighbor told me, "I just ran away, you know?" Only then did I really realize the seriousness of the matter. It is said that he owes more than one million yuan in debt. In order to keep the property for his wife and children, he had no choice but to divorce his wife. My heart is tight, just like I felt when I saw him beaten when I was a child.

Not long before that, Gangji did come to me once.

It was an autumn afternoon. I just called and asked me to have dinner together. I heard on the phone that he drank a lot at noon. He refused firmly when I asked him to come to the house. Finally we met at a small fast food restaurant at the school gate. He also brought a man, and the three of us drank two jin of liquor. During the dinner, he told me: he began to believe in Buddhism. I didn't take it seriously. I thought he was just reciting the Buddha and chanting sutras. After dinner, I also found a taxi to take him back to the county home.

Yesterday, when I heard that I had just become a monk, my eyes immediately moistened. I know very well that I have many shortcomings and defects in my body. But it's not as useless as some people say.

If I had not volunteered to become a monk in my own crisis, I would never have been so miserable. Because I once longed for the life of a monk to escape into an empty door and live a clean life.

Hearing the news that I had just become a monk, I suddenly remembered a couplet: the twilight drum and the morning bell awakened the famous and rich people in the world, and the Buddha's name called back the enchanting dream of the bitter sea!

Just after, can you really stand the solitude of green lights, yellow rolls, Anak clothes and mango shoes for the rest of your life?