Chapter 25 Chapter 24 Night Tour (No.133—No.136)

My hometown is not a very beautiful city. The cities in the north have a rough face. The wind, sand, rain and snow make it natural and delicate, and the city leaders like flowing water are used to directing blindly. Today, the old city will be rebuilt and the riverside will be developed tomorrow. The buildings have not yet been built. , The mayor was changed, and there were only abrupt buildings with gaudy faces left, like the sores of acne ulcers. Once, I mean a hundred years ago, it used to be a beauty.Jews, Japanese and Russians immigrated here in that era, and all kinds of old buildings are lightly painted, but unexpectedly harmonious.

"There have been many unreasonable plans for heavy industry, and many good things have been destroyed." Dad said that during the "Cultural Revolution", those beautiful churches, art galleries and old restaurants were almost destroyed, and the ruins left behind were repaired and refurbished by the conscience of later generations, but they were also smeared with a cheap modern atmosphere , No matter how many years of heavy snow falls, it will not be washed away. When my dad talked about it, I briefly forgot that he was a premature civil servant who liked to watch "Huan Zhu Ge Ge" and practice Tai Chi.

But I didn't meet the city's best era.It once brought people from all over the world to come here, but now, people who were born and raised here can't wait to leave. I thought of Yu Huai, and that evening when time was suspended, and I asked him if we could plant a tree together. People can run, but trees have no feet. Looking at the street scene under the dim light outside the window, my eyes are a little wet for some reason. I know why I am unhappy. I feel that a certain part of myself is still standing on the windowsill of the dark administrative area, replaying a sentence over and over again, Geng Geng, let’s sit at the same table all the time.

Deep in my heart, I have always had a hunch that this may be the most... sentence I can get from Yu Huai. most what?I have no idea.Maybe I know it, but I don't admit it. However, now that the whole person has just been liberated from the ignorant state at the parents' meeting, the information that was not processed at that time, between the lines, the corners of the eyes and the eyebrows, all surfaced on the car window, which is extremely clear. Yu Huai lied to his mother, saying that he was at the same table with the boy because he had a "criminal record". The object of the "existing conviction" was his deskmate in junior high school.

This is not difficult to reason about. But, "Geng Geng, let's sit at the same table all the time", what is this?Is it the nostalgia for the deskmate in junior high school, or the rebellion against his mother? I ended up crying. The car drove to the old synagogue.Outside the window is a hundred years ago, and behind it is Zhenhua in the 21st century. Only this car took me to escape the capture of time. My name is Geng Geng, and the two people who named me went their separate ways and handed over the appalling report card to an outsider. People who say they want to sit with me all the time are duplicity.

I am a lost souvenir, picked up again to commemorate others. While I was crying endlessly in the back seat, the car slowly drove to the gate of my community. But at this time, I cried out of inertia, and I couldn't stop the brakes no matter what. "Woooooo how much is it? It's really exactly fifty, woooooo, master, you are so professional..." The driver master was mad at me. "Girl, don't pay me for now, just cry slowly." He said these words slowly with a tobacco and alcoholic voice, as if calling for preparations, and before the words fell, I began to wail.

The driver lit a cigarette, didn't urge me, didn't comfort me, just opened half of the car window and slowly puffed out smoke rings, letting me cry like I would really be hacked to death by my parents once I went upstairs Same, give yourself fifty yuan to mourn first. By the time I was almost tired from crying, fifteen minutes had passed.I wiped my tears and snot with a tissue, and I was still twitching and belching a bit. Even I feel that my crying is too sincere. "Master, thank you, you are very kind." "It's okay. My daughter is about your age. She is just like you. She doesn't want to go home after every parent meeting. Cry, cry, children have their own difficulties."

My nose is a little sore again. Consideration from strangers is always sensational. "Do you think that I resemble her so much, that's why you have a lot of sympathy?" "No way," the master laughed, "If she was such a prodigal like you, I would have hung her up and beaten her!" It was almost nine o'clock when I got home.Downstairs in my house there is a pile of broken furniture that some neighbor threw there, and one of the broken full-length mirrors just played a role.The door light downstairs was broken, so I could only step on the big wardrobe and get close to the mirror, then hold up the phone and use the light from the screen to shine on myself to see if my eyes are red or swollen.

Then I heard screams and running behind me. …It is indeed very socially immoral to step on the small garbage mountain outdoors at night and face the blue mirror, but I was also scared to death by the screaming of the other party. I didn't want to take another photo, so I could only flick bangs casually, head upstairs with my head down, and open the door with the key. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Aunt Qi in the living room cleaning up the dishes. When I smelled the fried octopus, I suddenly felt hungry, very hungry. "Geng Geng is back?" She didn't look up at me, but concentrated on clearing the fishbones on the table, "Do you want to have some more food?"

"Yes." My voice was a little hoarse, Aunt Qi raised her head and glanced at me after hearing that. I guess no matter how I clean myself up, my eyes should still be red, and it's useless to hide it. Fortunately, she didn't ask anything, just smiled very gently and said: "Then you change your clothes first, wash your hands, and I'll heat you up." "You don't need to heat it up, just soak it in boiling water. I like to eat rice soaked in water." "Row." She turned and went to the kitchen.I suddenly wanted to thank her. It may be because I cried too hard. When I ate, I felt a faint pain in the back of my head, and I felt a little lack of oxygen.After eating, I felt embarrassed and wanted to wash the dishes. Aunt Qi argued with me for a long time, but finally let me go back.

For the first time, I didn't sit at the desk and put on a show, but sat cross-legged in the living room, and competed with Xiao Linfan in the last four-wheel drive round. "Do many boys in your school like to play this?" He nodded vigorously.When he was seriously playing the four-wheel drive, the language function was basically abandoned. I don't know if it was to save unnecessary blood circulation. "Why do you think people always crowd on the same track? Why can't they run in different lanes?" I didn't expect Lin Fan, a brat, to understand what I was talking about, but I just babbled on to myself. "It's the rule." He stared at the car with a piercing gaze. I knew he couldn't understand. "However, you don't have to compete. You can run and play casually by yourself, and no one insists on racing with you. It's all voluntary." This stunned me. My dad didn't come back until I went to bed, but when I was lying on the bed, my mom called.But I didn't answer.The word "Mom" jumped up and down on the screen of the phone, and then finally quieted down. I slept soundly, maybe tired from crying.In the middle of the night, I heard noises in the living room in a daze. It was my dad who came back. Probably drank too much.Aunt Qi went to meet him, my dad didn't know what he was talking about, whether he said something that shouldn't be said, whether he mentioned someone who shouldn't be mentioned, whether he recalled the past that shouldn't be recalled, I don't know. I had a dream of myself. To be exact, it was my five-year-old self, wearing my childhood favorite tender green cotton dress, with a white flower on the chest, branches slanted across the chest, and bloomed on the buttoned neckline.My father led me through the dusty uphill road in front of our house.At that time, my grandparents were still implementing a blockade policy on the fateful couple of my parents. My family lived in a small bungalow in the demolition area. According to my father, the neighbors were all shabby and settled. The children must be taken care of, otherwise they may be lost at any time. In the sack on the truck. I was blinded by the sand, rubbed it and asked him where we were going. He said, let's pick up mom from get off work, and then go to the park to take pictures with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles at the gate! When I smile so brightly, I look a little careless. Dad asked, Geng Geng, are you happy? I said happy. Dad suddenly said, you won’t be so happy when you grow up. I said no, as long as I remember how happy I am now, I will be as happy as I am now in the future. As soon as I finished speaking, I suddenly imitated the female warrior Xi Rui on TV on the big dirt road, posing with a stretched and aggressive pose (pose), and shouted very loudly, Geng Geng, remember this moment! Then I forgot. I had forgotten it for more than ten years, and in a dream, I suddenly remembered it. It's like five-year-old Geng Geng throwing a drift bottle, drifting in the ocean of time, and finally, seventeen-year-old Geng Geng picked it up. I woke up crying. Five-year-old Geng Geng is simply mentally handicapped. She thought being happy was a skill no different from swimming or riding a bicycle, once learned, never lost.