The mystery of the five dollar bill

When I was in first grade, my mom won at cards and gave me five dollars in pocket money when she was happy. What a great fortune for an elementary school student who could eat 50 cents worth of chili peppers all afternoon!

But! But! Damn, I went to the bathroom and came back to find that the money was gone! It was gone!

My crispy noodles, my chili sticks, and my marshmallows are all gone!

I sobbed and cried for a whole math class.

Later, my tablemate, a small boy, his family is a collection of junk, I passed by his house will go to play, in the junk pile and always find something interesting, unique fun. Off-topic, but it is my desk boy, who also did not listen in class, risked being named by the teacher, and comforted me for a long time.

For this, I am very grateful to my tablemate, I think he is very righteous. Later, he told me that a senior boy had come to go through my bag during class. I asked him to identify it, but he said he forgot what the person looked like, so the matter was left open.

Until one day, with another elementary school classmate Jiang Jiang about this matter. Jiang Jiang looked at me like a fool for a long time, called me stupid, and said the eyes of the people will know that he (my desk) stole my money, what senior boy is a smoke screen!

I was stunned. I froze for a long time, and then think back to the table's inconsistent words and his expression, and finally realized how it was a matter of hindsight.

I didn't think it was unforgivable that my tablemate stole the money and lied about it, but I always thought that the "huge loss" incident was the highlight of our tablemate's friendship, but I never thought it was just a lie and an act.

This hit me hard, so I tried everything to find him and ask for the truth, if he took my money and lied to me, I must scold him a lot.

After graduating from elementary school, we all went our separate ways, the elementary school collapsed (...) and my family relocated. Jiang Jiang and I split up to call other students and finally asked the whereabouts of our tablemate.

The phone was on speaker, and the person on the other end was a bit stunned: "Why are you asking about him all of a sudden... he died... he was trafficked after graduating from elementary school, and was hit by a car while escaping..."

My tablemate was quite nice. Although lewd a bit, indeed some thieving habits, the jokes told in class are quite funny, in the scrap yard to pick up any interesting things will also share with me, and will even give me.

To be honest, I liked him quite a bit.

I was quite sad when he died.

Last year, at the first elementary school reunion, I went late to the KTV and was pulled by my friends who hadn't seen me for more than a decade to drink. The first time I saw you, I saw a buddy still with an obscene smile, yelling at me: "Zhan Yu how did you grow disabled?

I froze for ten seconds and yelled in unbelievable surprise: "Aren't you fucking dead?"

As soon as I said that, everyone laughed, Jiang Jiang laughed the most exaggeratedly.

He also laughed, as much as he could, "I don't know who treats me so badly, making up such nonsense! And you all fucking believe it!"

Yes, my tablemate, he didn't die.

That night we talked for a long time about the scrap yard, that his father made a fortune by collecting scrap, that he had a crush on the class girl at that time, that the class girl was more disabled than me, that the elementary school class teacher was a real douche.

The said all said, but I did not say the five dollars to the end of the matter.

The past is past, in front of life and death, the rest are small things, and why take them out to make people unhappy?

He is not a good person in the traditional sense, but he is a good person, so I hope he lives well, healthy and safe. This is enough.

Finally, he took the initiative to mention: "Do you remember when you dropped five dollars in first grade or second grade?"

I nodded my head and mused: "You took it, right?"

He hurriedly waved his hand, "No, I didn't! It was that senior boy who came in and took it! I didn't lie to you!"

I felt guilty and tried to apologize sincerely.

He said, "But the senior boy is my cousin... I saw you had money but didn't dare to do it... He even gave me a packet of spicy sticks afterward..."

I was shocked at the words, but finally just a faint smile and spit out three words with clear teeth.

"You paralyze!"