Liang Zi was one month older than me, when we were 17 years old.
At that age when I always thought the world was wrong and love was beautiful, he took my hand and called me a girl. He often runs with me in the playground behind the school and gives me a warm hug after I quarrel with my parents. The first time I kissed him on tiptoe, he blushed in front of me. Looking at his shyness, I suddenly want to go on with him all my life.
18 years old, after the first evening self-study, we walked hand in hand on the big playground, and somehow we talked about things other than hugging and kissing. It was dark, and no one could see the expression on anyone's face clearly. We mince, but pretend to talk openly about things that are vague to us.
That day, we talked very late, until we returned to the dormitory, my heart was still pounding. My little heart seems to have planted the seeds of curiosity, desperately trying to sprout. I think it's the same for Liang Zi, but he is very shy and never says it.
The next day, I had lunch with him as usual. Sitting face to face, we were all a little embarrassed. We all laughed out loud and asked each other what was wrong. After a moment of silence, there was a heart-to-heart look. An idea suddenly occurred to me, and I whispered, "It's my 18 birthday, so let's spend the night together. I want you to help me complete my bar mitzvah. "
His face turned red, from his ears to his forehead. I looked at him, warm in my heart, full of sacredness for the arrival of 18 years old.
Three months before the college entrance examination, my 18 birthday. I took a serious bath at home, put on new clothes, called Liang Zi and asked him if he was ready. He gasped and stammered. When I arrived at the appointed meeting place, Liang Zi was already waiting for me, and he was wearing new clothes.
He looked at me, and I looked at him, smiling unnaturally. We didn't talk to anyone. We took out our pocket money and put it together. We started sorting out one by one, and everything seemed extremely solemn. An issuer nervously buried himself in counting money. I watched the sweat seeping from his forehead, and his heart suddenly jumped like an electric shock.
Liang Zi held the money in one hand and me in the other. We both sneaked into a hotel like thieves. His hands are sweating and my palms are wet.
When I checked in, I hid with my back to the counter for fear that the waiter would see from my ID card that Liang Zi had just passed 18. Finally, I paid the money smoothly, took the room card, and walked into our room temporarily. As soon as I entered the room, Liang Zi rushed into the bathroom, and then the sound of water slammed into my eardrum.
I sat by the bed, clutching my skirt involuntarily, and my heart was beating like a rabbit. I got into bed and thought about what was going to happen, and my face burned. ...
But ten minutes later, we checked out. Things didn't develop as we expected. Liang Zi was crying when she came out of the bathroom. I don't know what happened, so I rushed over. He held me tightly in his arms and said incoherently, "Yan, let's go home ... I don't want to hurt you ... We're going to take the college entrance examination ..."
He turned his back on me and I dressed silently behind him. Get dressed and we left the hotel.
My 18 bar mitzvah ended dramatically. Later, we still walked hand in hand on the playground, laughing, but no one mentioned those things anymore.
Years later, I suddenly remembered Liang Zi's back in the hotel. From that moment on, the back I silently watched when I was dressing was no longer the back of a boy, but the back of a man-Liang Zi explained his commitment to me and his responsibilities as a 18-year-old man from the moment I dressed.
It turns out that my 18-year-old adult ceremony created another person's growth.