Mature

When we met for the first time in our first year of high school, he saw my contempt, but silently continued to clean;
    In our second year, he kneeled in front of me while enduring the  ridicule of others, “Can you please beat me up to vent your anger, then  forgive me?”
    From then on he would calmly fulfill our appointments: that horrible  wound in physical education class, his guilt when he wore three layers  of pants, the bruised and battered body that presented itself before my  eyes, then I carried the trembling him…….
    In our third year, we fell out because of the anger from being  betrayed – but now that I think about it, how could that have been  betrayal, why did he dare to be friends with me? Even though it was  because of my rejection that he once again had to endure violence, what  hung on his lips were still “I was the one who lied to you, it’s my  fault for making you angry.”
    Shi Yan couldn’t help but lift his head up and control the heat in  his eyes, while his ears were still ringing from He Nuo’s words that  were filled with gratitude, “You are the one who treats me the best!”