What are the gains and losses of "Left/Small" (transferred from the June issue of Most Novels, P 107- 1 13)? Over the years. In that vague fog, whose figure is still as clear as yesterday. In summer, he grabbed the collar of the white shirt in one hand and fanned it back and forth, faintly revealing the abrupt collarbone. He strolled to a boy's desk, put his arm around his waist and said slowly, "Go downstairs and play basketball." After graduating from that school for many years, life suddenly became wandering and drifting. I often sit alone in the car bound for a certain place, staring at the slowly passing scenery outside the window and thinking of something without warning. So I had the idea that I didn't want to cry. But he once said to me, "Don't cry." When he transferred to our school, it was a rainy autumn morning in the second day of junior high school. The head teacher pushed the door open, followed by a tall, thin man with a black schoolbag on his shoulder and a reluctant face. Always give him simple opening remarks, and then he stands in front of the podium and begins to introduce himself. "Hello, I'm Gao Wenbo, a high school student, a Chinese student and a doctoral student." He said quickly and continuously. There was gentle laughter around. He turned to look at the teacher as if she were a lifeline. The head teacher decided not to embarrass him and let him sit in the empty seat next to me first. He dragged those sneakers with baggy shoelaces, pulled away the chair, took off his schoolbag and took out his textbook. His hair was cut short and his eyebrows rose slightly. He seems to like to hold his chin in one hand when listening to the lecture, and then deliberately bulge one cheek, as if to show that he is thinking seriously, so as not to disturb others. Sporadic rain beat on the window, and he was lying on the table copying borrowed notes. At that moment, I thought he was lonely. The PE teacher wears sportswear and draws white lines on the playground. The sunlight is dazzling, reflecting different shapes of shadows on the floor. Gao Wenbo and some boys are playing PSP online games in the corner behind the classroom. They make a lot of noise from time to time. Outgoing gregarious. His dislike of gossiping is his advantage. Soon, he became one with his classmates. One day, he looked down at my exercise book and called my name for the first time. I answered stiffly, and then generously handed him the comic he wanted to borrow. He stole it in a class. Give it back to me. He began to borrow comics from me frequently, and I also wanted to recommend them to him. Every night before I go to bed, I will put the books he wants into my schoolbag in advance. Gao Wenbo! I was suddenly raised by this shrill voice, looking at the math teacher and at him at a loss. "Take out what's under your desk." She ordered. After listening, he stood up without hesitation, unhurriedly put my second volume of Odyssey, the cover of which was printed with "No reading under eighteen", on the podium and sat back in his seat silently. The math teacher picked up the book and flipped through it casually, asking, "Is this book yours?" "yes." He answered without thinking. "Come to the office after class." Say that finish, she put down the book and continued to talk about geometry. After that, he came back from the office with indifference and smiled and said to me, "Sorry, the book was confiscated. Let me accompany you. " "Never mind, forget it." I said. "Then I'll treat you to dinner after school." He said. "Oh, yes." I replied casually. McDonald's is full of the noise of kindergarten children, and parents are talking and laughing on the slide. Gao Wenbo's schoolbag is on the opposite stool. After a while, he came and sat down with a big plate of food and put mine in front of me. He tore open the ketchup, opened the lid of the drink and stirred the ice inside. "By the way, tell me about the plot behind the book. I haven't finished reading it yet. " He said with interest. "Ah?" I was at a loss for a moment. After the Odyssey "Oh ……", I told a story that was somewhat incoherent. He always interrupted me and asked me a detailed question. After eating a hamburger, he wiped his hands, took out the PSP from his schoolbag and watched it for a few minutes. He looked up and asked, "Is there?" "I'm ... not very good at playing games." "Super simple," he said, handing me the PSP. "I'll teach you."