Ask for the original text of an article called "Baby Carriage" and publish it in "Fairy Tale World". The names of the protagonists seem to be An Chuan and An Shijie.

Text/Huang Xiaoqing

He just lost his stroller.

How incredible was it to own a stroller in the late 1980s and early 1990s?

This is how An Chuan appeared in front of us in a small white suit and shiny shoes. It's worth showing off all day to buy a sticker for the children in our small town. If we can get my mother to buy two beautiful hairpins to wear during the Spring Festival, we will walk as lightly as a swallow.

So when An Chuan appeared, those wild boys almost drooled, while the girls' eyes became pink when they saw An Chuan. As a result, An Chuan got these goods with superficial rejection and inner jealousy.

Those children who still can't digest envy, began to glue on An Chuan's stool, stood openly on An Chuan's desk when cleaning the blackboard, and trampled their textbooks. Teachers are always surprised when they see it. As long as he can catch it, he will immediately use all the weapons at hand-including common weapons, feather dusters, pointers and leisure high heels-to punish naughty children. An Chuan's father is the vice president of the provincial bank, and his mother is the head nurse of the county hospital.

An Chuan always quietly lowered his head, sipped his mouth and said nothing. Speaking fluent Mandarin, the teacher asked him, "An Chuan, what else did they do? The teacher will uphold justice! " He just shook his head.

I am honored to be An Chuan's deskmate. After school, when everyone is chattering, someone will ask me about An Chuan with disgust.

"I heard that the floor in An Chuan is made of gold. Is it true? "

"I heard that An Chuan's father's job is to count money? Did he tell you? "

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An Chuan only talks to me, because only I don't bully him.

I have been to his house. This is a big house. The floor is dark red, not gold. It looks clean and tidy. I can't see farm tools such as dustpan and shovel. There are many books in my bedroom, including hardcover comics of Hulu Brothers, unlike my room. The only book is the exercise book issued by the school. Unfortunately, only his grandmother lives with him, so I haven't had a chance to confirm with his father whether his job is just counting money.

Every day, he will give me new reasons for jealousy, because his parents will keep sending all kinds of snacks from the provincial capital, such as the first time I ate authentic Kanghui flower eggs and the first time I ate Guangaomei, which vividly compared our daily luxuries-Tang Seng meat made of peony bark, fish skin peanuts and rotten apple skins, and sour plum powder. It won by a big score.

Until he got a new stroller, which completely shattered my jealousy.

This stroller was specially transported from the provincial capital as his birthday present. It's blue, and the bell on the car is a lovely bear head.

An Chuan is particularly generous, and his good upbringing makes him never forget the existence of others even when he is faced with something he loves. So, when An Chuan invited me to ride with him, I resolutely abandoned my skipping companion and went to his backyard to ride with An Chuan, saying that I would play with him when I didn't want to play. I don't know how good it is to take such a cool stroller for the first time! Finally, he looked at me eagerly and asked again and again, "Little Ai, when do you want to play?" Ride again or twice? "

As the saying goes, happy time is always short, and life will never be without smoke. On the day when An Chuan and I established a very unequal but well-functioning friendship, the jealousy of those children finally broke out. They also gave up bungee jumping and found An Chuan's family tree behind the yard very attractive. They all say, "Boys love girls! An Chuan is shameless! "

We just waited for a while.

I have never tried to feel isolated, for nothing else, because I am the principal's daughter, but this hostility is so naked in front of me for the first time, and my toes are shaking. An Chuan, uncharacteristically, did not use silence to fight against foreign raids, but kept his mouth shut and stared at these invaders with angry and sad eyes.

Jiang Jiang, the king of class, shouted at us, "Qi Xiaoai, I advise you not to play with An Chuan! Otherwise, all of us will ignore you. Choose for yourself! "

I was silent for three minutes, or even longer, until they lost patience, and I turned away angrily.

In the days that followed, I felt lonely for the first time. Every step, the small knife in the air will make you full of holes. Stay in the classroom, my head is dizzy, and I feel that the comments around me are directed at myself. Obviously, the injustice of doing nothing wrong is intertwined with the sense of shame of being isolated, and the weight is unbearable for children of that age.

Besides, An Chuan's backyard is surrounded by those children every afternoon. They constantly humiliate An Chuan and persuade me to surrender. Three days of stalemate? Four days? I finally walked in the direction of the masses and never looked back. An Chuan, who had been sipping her mouth, burst into tears. He shouted at my back: "Qi Xiaoai, come back! I'm not in a hurry to ask you to give me a ride anymore! Ride as long as you want in the future! "

My steps have stopped ... what a temptation! Unfortunately, at that moment, I understood what was the more important choice, so I firmly left him a back, returned to the warm embrace of the people, pretended to repent and turn over a new leaf, and accepted the cold and warm welcome of my brothers and sisters.

I never saw An Chuan again. In the next few days, he asked for leave and was taken back to the provincial capital by his parents. So what? Of course I forgot him.

When I was promoted from primary school to junior high school, my parents used a lot of connections and sent me to a private middle school in the provincial capital. It is said that this school has a high enrollment rate. However, the first news that greeted me was not good. But a warning from the last senior. They warned us categorically: "This school is a mess, especially the An Shijie group in Class 7, Grade 2, which is the most restless. You must hide! "

Of course, for me as timid as a mouse, everything is just heard. But as a class representative, I am sad to find that the Chinese teacher's office and classroom have to pass through An Shijie's class, but I always lean against the wall quickly, thinking of a hurried shadow.

One day, as usual, I was drifting rapidly and dropped a pencil box from somewhere, which hit me right on the head. I held back the pain in my head and picked it up with difficulty. I looked up and saw an unruly face. Yes, it's An Shijie.

"Hey, black boy! Send the pencil box up! The second day (7) class! "

My mood is very complicated. I nodded and cried all the way. Why is my luck so bad? ...

"Thank you!" An Shijie took the pencil box and took a hard look at the boy A standing behind him. He was shaking. Boy A made an exaggerated cry, which made everyone laugh. I nodded nervously, ready to slip away. An Shijie suddenly stopped me: "Which class are you in?" There was another wail in my heart, and on the surface, I replied respectfully: "Class 7, Grade 1." I'm really good at judging the situation!

"You look familiar. Let me buy you a soda one day? "

"Ha ha ....." I smiled twice quickly. "This is ... it's time for class ..."

There was a burst of laughter behind him, followed by a loud knock on the pencil box, and then a cry. I rolled down the stairs in confusion.

Later, I met An Shijie in the canteen. He pointed at me from a distance: "Class 7, Grade 1?"

I stayed where I was, watching An Shijie swagger over, pay the money, and swagger away. Jing grabbed me with cold hands: "How do you know An Shijie?"

I shook my head with two sausages and a bottle of soda: "I don't know him ..."

"You'd better stay away from that kind of person. If the class teacher knows that you know An Shijie, you are dead! " Jing warned me, but then she got a little excited. "However, this An Shijie looks very amiable!"

For some reason, the false news that I know An Shijie was spread, and people looked at me strangely. Imagine that a representative of a Chinese class who doesn't even dare to speak loudly at ordinary times is suddenly associated with "Chen Haonan", and anyone will find it strange to think of it. But to tell the truth, a child from the countryside was looked down upon by the children in the county, and everyone was very polite to me until the class teacher talked to me.

The head teacher learns Chinese very well. He first talked about the harm of An Shijie, then laid out my future and potential, and then put forward an argument asking me not to get too close to those bad students, especially An Shijie.

I thought to myself, I didn't get close at all, but I nodded.

It's another Tuesday afternoon, and it's free time. I went to the small garden and found a quiet rockery to read. Strangely, there is a sound beside the rockery where no one usually haunts. I poked my head in curiously and regretted it.

An Shijie and two boys are chatting on the other side of the rockery. When they saw me, they greeted me happily: "Class 7, Grade 1, come here!" "

"Why?" I asked, in fact, I am not afraid of him anymore. Is it because you ate ham sausage invited by others? What a poor ambition!

"Nothing, what are you doing here?"

I held up the book in my hand: "Find a quiet place to read!" "

"Hey, good students are just different!" He squinted at me. "Well, here we are, let good students study!" "He patted his ass, shook his leg, and then suddenly leaned over." I'm a bad student, you know? "

"I know!" I honestly replied: "The class teacher told me not to talk to you in the future."

"Then you still talk to me?"

"You talked to me first!" Besides, the teacher is not clairvoyant, I added in my heart.

His face changed and he said, "What do you know, little girl!" " With a wave of his hand, he went out with two boys. "You study hard and be a good student! Come and see me when I don't know you in the future. "

I shrugged and breathed a sigh of relief.

Later, I really ignored him, and he didn't say hello to me again. At first, I was a little worried that he was just saying it, but it turned out to be true.

But I've always heard that he had an interesting fight, was arrested in juvie, robbed and blackmailed. ...

One day, my mother suddenly asked me, "Little Ai, do you remember An Chuan? You were classmates with him in the second grade. "

An Chuan An Chuan, I racked my brains and suddenly realized: "That rich An Chuan?"

"Well, he's in prison."

"Prison? An Chuan? " I was shocked, the pink face An Chuan? The An Chuan who cried and put me back in the stroller to play with him?

"Yes!" Mother sighed, "I saw his mother yesterday, saying that the child was still very good when he was a child, and he began to steal, touch and rob when he was older." His family went to juvie to pick him up countless times, and later asked the fortune teller to say that his name was not good, so he changed his name to An Shijie, but it was still useless. He did all kinds of bad things at a young age. What a pity. I remember that he was very good when he was a child ... by the way, his mother said that he went to your school in junior high school. Do you remember? "

I shook my head, my mind a blur. He said I looked familiar, but I didn't remember anything. But when I connected them, I suddenly found that An Chuan and An Shijie had very similar facial features.

During that time, I often dreamed of An Shijie. I asked him, "Your family is so rich, why do you want to rob it?"

He said, "What do you know?"

I use many theories to explain it. For example, when I was young, my feelings were not satisfied, and my parents paid too much attention to my work and ignored him. For example, the superior environment makes him have no sense of existence. But I know that without real thoughts, there is no meaning.

I remember that An Chuan was the silly shining An Chuan when I was a child. He has an enviable stroller. I had a good time with him, as if he owned the whole world.