Chapter 2 In the summer of 1989, Mobu·Island

The remote town has clean and unpolluted camphor Tall and silent, copying the past in every corner of the city. I was standing at the gate of the school with my schoolbag on my back, and some voices beat my young head. In 1989 I was six years old.I grew up in a little-known city in southwest Sichuan.I was standing at the gate of the elementary school with my schoolbag on my back, and I felt that the older children in the sixth grade who wore red scarves looked like adults.When they walked by me, I was so nervous that I blushed and my heart beat, I buried my head in my shoulders and dared not look up.

And for the six years since my birth, I have almost no memory.I just vaguely remember my mother carrying me to the hospital on many rainy nights.Countless rainy days, heavy rain over the instep.I curled up in my mother's coat, like a squirrel sleeping peacefully in a dry and warm cave, with clean withered grass, and no matter how heavy the wind and snow outside the cave, it was just a distant void.Before elementary school, I spent half my time at home lying in a hospital bed and half my time staring at the ceiling. There are some unknown flowers outside the window of that hospital. When the sun is good, they bloom very beautifully.

And in a blink of an eye, I am already a 20-year-old boy.When my mother and I walked down the street, familiar people would say to my mother "you finally raised him" in surprise.The implication is that I should have hung up long ago. My childhood memory is very thin, and I always have to rely on my mother to help me recall a little bit.In my memory, I slept in the yard for many summers, and there was only one snowfall in my childhood hometown.I happily built a snowman and cried in despair the day the snow melted.After crying I said to myself next time it snows I'm going to make a bigger one.But until I left home and went to Shanghai, there was no snow in my hometown.

In my childhood, I was a little kid with a particularly rich imagination.I always imagined myself as a great king or a god in a cape.This fantasy continued until I was in elementary school.Then the teacher told us that science is the greatest. Some memories always falter.Shaking and swaying, it haunts one morning after another at dawn. In the first grade of elementary school, I wore a red scarf.We clenched our fists and swore solemnly with blushing faces under the scorching sun. I became the team leader in the second grade, and the squadron leader in the third grade. I thought I could become the team leader in the fourth grade, but I was still the squadron leader until I graduated from elementary school.It made me very angry all the time.

In the second grade of elementary school, under the guidance of the teacher, I wrote a small newsletter of 80 characters, which was published at the bottom of the center of the newspaper.But my feeling at the time was even better than my current book that has sold 1 million copies. Manhuang · Island in the summer of 1996 The wild grass obliterates the guess of the tree, and a long period of time rewrites the angle of overlooking You haven't come back, I left last year He is left.She is left. Standing in the field of revolution and rotation, Ren Suiyue blinded his eyes, closed his ears, closed his mouth and seized his soul.

Still face each other.God. In that year, I remember that the weeds in the school's pro-field spread extremely violently.As a result, our freshmen in the first grade of junior high school have to participate in voluntary labor as soon as they enter the school, and each of them brings a sickle to mow the grass. Under the scorching sun, I thought this is really a funny world.Ten minutes ago I was drinking Coke and playing games, and ten minutes later I was mowing grass with a scythe! My junior high school is located in a group of mountains. Sichuan is inherently hilly, and my junior high school is located in a depression in the middle of several mountains like a paradise.Classrooms, laboratories, music rooms, dormitories, cafeterias are scattered along the mountain...

At that time, I was really a good boy, I didn’t spend money recklessly, and I was almost the first in the whole grade in every exam, with young and silly hair, and I walked along the wall with an ugly backpack.That's the kind of kid who has grown up to look like me, I swear I didn't do it on purpose. At that time, I never knew what reviewing was. I watched TV and played games every day, and I never opened my schoolbag when I got home. It was just like this, and it was very good-looking to take out the test report every time. At that time, there was also a group of laughing and joking friends, but now they have lost contact.Sometimes it’s rare to go home once a year, and when we meet on the street, they suddenly open their eyes and ask me to sign. When I write my name, I can hear thousands of troops and horses running over my head vigorously, dust Feiyang covered the sun, and at that moment I felt a little sad.

In the end, time still allows our childhood friendship to be replaced by paper vanity.At a loss, it has been ten years since I was in a daze. Looking back, there is no smoke, no lights, no flute player on the bridge. At that time, I always bought magazines to read every month, such as "Chinese and Foreign Boys", "Life Sixteen Seventeen", and so on.My liking for several authors on "Zhong Shao" has not stopped until my university.And for a while, chasing the serials on "Life Sixteen Seven" is also very strong. In the middle, I also submitted some manuscripts to these magazines intermittently, and my mentality at that time was even more frightening than publishing books now.During the countless waits and passing of stamped envelopes, I felt something slowly growing.I can't touch it, but I can hear its faint breathing.In many dreams, many nights, the joint continued.

And now I haven't read those magazines for almost a long time.The mentality has crossed the river and crossed the border, and it is futile to go back.So I can only use my 20-year-old self to comfort my 12-year-old self in countless dreams.I said to me, hey little guy, you're so lucky.The twelve-year-old me raised my head, looked at me without speaking.In fact, he didn't know that his happiness was scattered in every corner of the world, but after many years, these happiness could never be found again. If he knew.Will that all change. I went back to my junior high last year, only once and then never again.The pro field was finally repaired into a red plastic runway, annihilated and covered with wild grass.On the edge of the pro field is no longer a stream at the foot of the mountain, but a cultural wall that is so long that it cannot be seen.Those images on the wall are like some suggestive lines.I understand their lonely confession but can't speak their dull appeal.

I was sitting in the stands on the sidelines, and the huge sunset was rushing down behind me.In a trance, I saw the empty campus suddenly filled with crowds. I saw the students of our class running on the kissing field, with the sweat of boys and the hairbands of girls flying. I said, this is a quiet silent movie. In the summer of 2002, Yangcheng·Island Who said love, hate, read, forget, leave, let’s go Who is waiting for me, think of me, look forward to me, watch me, look at me, hold me and accompany me The sun paints down the hillside. The night wipes off the hillside. There is dew.There are white nights.There are hunters drawing bows deep in the jungle.

Extradited migratory birds.The next return in the spring is extradited. Every summer for these three years, I always stood under the huge camphor at the school.Those cicadas chirping and the sound of wind and grass were clearly engraved into my annual rings by the burning pain of the scorching sun. Even today, many years later, whenever the annual rings grow with the body, those engraved marks will always bite painfully, and life will turn sadly, snapping and falling off. All my friends that I can still look back on now are my high school friends.Those faces always appeared clearly in many of my dreams and then I didn't hear about them for a long time.How many times I thought I saw them.How many times have I felt them coming. In high school, my grades were no longer as top-notch as in junior high school, because my high school was a key middle school in the whole province, and there were as many good students as crucian carp in a river.How can a lazy person like me be as brilliant as junior high school.Fortunately, it's not too bad, the results always stay in the top thirty.Occasionally, if you are lucky, you can enter the top ten and then go home and ask your mother for a gift. In high school I was indeed a rambunctious person.Most of the time, I just lie down on the table and sleep in such a grandiose manner.Sometimes the teacher couldn't stand it anymore and I would have a stomachache and go out to find a clean grass to sleep on.I slept like this for three years. In the second year of high school, I participated in the New Concept Composition Competition in Shanghai.I worked very hard to write seven articles, and finally one article was selected.Happy to tell mom and dad. Then I went to Shanghai alone.At that time, I didn't know that the road in the future would change direction like this.I had fun with a few friends I met online for a few days, and then went to the designated school to write the designated composition.I still couldn't escape my liking for "Chinese and Foreign Boys", so I quoted a sentence from the first sentence of the final article. And won a prize.Come back happily. Then came out my first book.The cover of that book looks childish and rough to me now, but I have a kind of attachment to it in my heart.Many times when I went out to sign a book and saw someone come to me with the first edition of the book to sign, I felt jealous.Only 10,000 copies of this book are currently on the market.These ten thousand copies are in the hands of ten thousand different people.I know these 10,000 people have witnessed my growth. In the third year of high school, he participated in the competition again and won the first place again.At that time, I couldn't believe it, but later I realized that I was actually a white hair boy since I was a child. graduated.Everyone huddled together to take graduation photos.The scorching sun hung high above our heads that day, and each of us had a serious expression under the sun.Then time is fixed.Everything stayed that summer. In the summer of 2004, Wuhu·Island At the end of the beginning you loosen the first button of your school uniform The last beginning you sang The allegory of the rose beating all summer you know The setting sun builds up a hard outer wall, the wind and sand blows the yellow dusk there are gods in the sky i know But no one sings for me in the morning and evening It seemed that it was just a meeting, and I lived in Shanghai for two years hastily.I can already speak some Shanghai dialect intermittently, and I no longer have to wait and see with a blank face when everyone in a group of Shanghainese laughs.But what's the point? One day when I called Luoluo, I said a few words of Shanghainese, Luoluo suddenly asked me, what's the point of learning Shanghainese? At that time I was a little lost.So she blushed on the other end of the phone, but luckily Luo Luo couldn't see her. My feelings for Shanghai seem to change day by day, and at the end of each evening my feelings will be given new meaning.Busy and busy all day, I feel that there is so little time. I often forget that I am still a student, and it feels like I am working.The sense of college I finally put them in the college where my high school was full of tall camphors.There are lakes and rivers, and mosquitoes fly overhead like bombers in summer.There is a common bathroom and laundry room at the end of the dormitory corridor.There is the sound of water all year round, and boys never know how to turn off the tap. Fly around every week.In a strange bed in a strange city, dreaming a dream that was familiar before. Good friends are scattered all over the world, but in Shanghai I carefully guard the door of my heart.I don't want to open or close easily. Sometimes I write a lot of words a day, and sometimes the WORD interface won't open for a week.Life suddenly lost its rhythm and there was no sound.My life is such a mess. Always brilliant in the eyes of others.So I will continue to be brilliant in their eyes safely.I read all kinds of rumors about me fabricated in the newspapers, saying that I bought a house in Shanghai, bought a car, and how many girlfriends I have had.I read all these tidbits while biting a sandwich, and then rode my 120 yuan bicycle that was about to break down to go to school from the rented house. Reporters always ask me how to spend so much money, and I say no and save it for my wife. Every week I always go to Hengshan Road to discuss business with others.Copyright, adaptation rights, columns, contracts, studios, cooperation, overseas agency, game development, film and television cooperation, distribution channels, cover design, advertising cooperation.I feel like I'm really all-powerful.I don't have an agent to help me handle everything, I just learn the rules carefully.My mother said that I was born to be the life of weeds. How can I get someone to serve you and help you take care of everything. The actress said, I am a kid from the countryside. I also said that I am a kid from the country. There are always misunderstandings.The literary circle has always given me a sour taste.So I have always refused to enter this circle.I have seen through the faces of those who flatter and flatter each other. As long as someone does not belong to their circle, as long as someone is out of their grasp, they will suddenly stand up and attack.I would rather not have such a life. So there was a long silence.It has been silent since the beginning.I guess they have a tired day after all. When a netizen wrote to me, she said that she only knew that I had been excluded by those people after listening to some people in the circle, "Little Si, you are still living so strong in such an environment, you have never said anything to me. I always thought you were living a good life, but today I found out that you are not living a good life. If you don’t cry, I will cry.” I think there's nothing to cry about. Children from outside are always incomparable with those who grew up in big cities.Fortunately, we are tough, fortunately, we can say with tears that we don't care. I always liked to say that I was a child and didn't want to grow up, but now I really want to grow up, let me grow up quickly. "When we witness the person we like grow from naive to mature, from falling to standing up again, we can no longer give up our liking for him." This is the most touching sentence of all the readers' comments I have read. summer.Countless summers. The world will still be sunny.We all have to believe. Article selection: How do I remember things that I haven't thought of for a long time.Those silent expressions lying quietly on the floating grass. Walking back and forth under the scorching sun repeatedly. I thought they were going to sleep peacefully for the summer, and then they were awakened again. In recent days, I always see endless camphor trees when I close my eyes.Stretched across the entire city. Those camphors along the city's undulating mountain roads have grown into endless memories.They stand on the side of the road and in every corner of the city. Standing by the river of memories, watching the swaying ferry boat ferry silently all year round.They just painted the dusk and the morning quietly in this way. Mr. Mei said, those sounds and images just left me quietly. At that time, I was still listening to very old songs, wearing old-fashioned clothes, short green hair and carrying an ugly bag. We hum along with the school radio and the radio in the dormitory, and we sing: If one day, time will go far away. We laughed and walked through the school with our shoulders hooked, from the classroom to the cafeteria, beating with iron lunch boxes like westward drummers. Those camphors along the road propped up huge memories above our heads. We bled and sweated on the court, had many falls and many fights.I smashed a few wine bottles and forgot about it myself. But now I'm sitting in someone else's BMW in my fancy clothes.But I remembered how my bicycle in high school drove through one silent dusk after another. Those pigeons in the evening always flap their wings soundlessly and fly high into the dim yellow sky.We straddled our bikes with one foot and raised our heads. So dove gray feathers cover our faces. Wei Wei said: It has been a long time. The road from home to school is always long and long.I always walk that road with them every day. There is a hair salon on the roadside.There is a grocery store.There is a nearly abandoned sericulture factory.There are many small restaurants that are not very clean. I walk from the street to the end of the street every day.Sometimes I see the person I like walking in front of me, so I silently follow behind without speaking.I dare not go up to say hello or stop.He let out a big sigh of relief when he was out of sight. The days rise and sink like this, and youth goes up and down like this. Today's sports watch is tomorrow's Nike wristband. Always waiting for the winter vacation and summer vacation in pain.Then wait for school to start and go to school in my free time. During these repeated waits and disappointments, our school uniforms changed from S to M, and later many boys began to wear L. Buckle up and go through the school gate every day.Bicycles parked under the camphor tree one by one. From junior high school to high school, I walked silently under the camphor tree for six full years. It makes me sad to think about it now.The French sycamores in Shanghai are too fine and expensive.But camphor will gently stroke my young head. Carrying a schoolbag can see the farthest sky.You can hear the quietest rain with the lamp on. Many years have passed, but I still can't forget the days of doing test papers under the lamp.Open one by one.Write the formula back and forth on the scratch paper.Then put it in a folder when you're done. Turn off the lights and go to bed.Put on your headphones and get wrapped up in the blanket.So the world became very quiet. Someone is singing in the ear, they are all old.Where are they? You don't even know I liked you.You sure don't know. I have bought mineral water so many times, but I dare not pass it to you every time. You don't even know I have your photo.You sure don't know. I keep it in the back of my wallet.I always see your face every time I buy a Coke.Flickering with a blurry white light. You don't even know that I'm taking a long way to go home with you every day.You sure don't know. I always turn around at your door and turn back.Seeing that the road walked by two people just now becomes a walk by one person. So I walked quietly under the camphor for three years. The third class of the first year on the door of my classroom was replaced by the third class of the third year.And I still like to drink Coke so much or buy mineral water again and again. When we were young, we kept talking about liking and liking.Only young and vigorous people can easily speak for a lifetime. We are so young that we don't know that there is still such a long time in the future.Long enough to make me forget about you.Enough to make me like someone again just like I liked you back then. We thought what was in front of us was everything.We thought that the days of hiding from the rain under the camphor with our schoolbags on our backs would be forever. I thought there was no end to the road to pick you up by bike. We let time slip away quietly with pride and arrogance. So someone bowed his head and cried. Over the years I have had many dreams.The school in the dream is always empty.Those classrooms silently smear furry shadows on the playground under the setting sun. No one passed by.No one bothered. No one is jumping down the stairs with a basketball in their arms.No one walked into the studio slowly with a drawing board on their backs. People go to the empty building.Only migratory birds fly tirelessly year after year. Asuka can't take away such a huge missing.So they entrenched here quietly.In the depths of my nightmares. Become elusive in the rising sun and moon sinking.They became refined immortals.Build a stubborn castle in my heart. We signed classmate like crazy during those summers.We signed our Chinese and English names more fancy than anyone else. We shake each other's hands and sign autographs like big stars. The sun shines on our red faces.Under the camphor tree, someone raised his head and drank a whole can of Coke. At the end of the last exam we crowded in front of the old gate of the school.Our school uniforms are neat. The white shirt blooms dazzlingly in summer. Wei Wei and I sat on the steps and watched everyone jumping up and down, laughing, fighting, making noise, and finally became quiet. After the silence, some fell silent, some turned around, and some began to cry softly. So many years have passed silently.So-and-so once fell in love with so-and-so in the past three years. So-and-so has played many games with so-and-so. So-and-so dare not go to the toilet at night and always drags so-and-so to go together. So-and-so cried and said to So-and-so that you must not forget me in the future. Wei Wei and I watched the crowd slowly disperse.When the last person walks out of the empty gate, the setting sun suddenly falls. I patted Wei Wei's head in the dark. Wei Wei said it was a pity that she couldn't call you downstairs in the future, so she just ran downstairs. I said yes what a pity. Everyone pretended not to see the tears.The breath becomes very thin and long, floating in the air. The phone rang and I heard Xiaobei crying. Xiaobei said, even if she sings hoarsely, it is very affectionate. We fell apart in this way.Summer flowers bloom in winter. Many times when I passed People's Square, I would walk slowly from Fuzhou Road to the Bund. Then sit by the river and watch the people coming and going around.The crowds who came from different places were busy taking pictures and constructing objects. I always see myself four years ago in a trance.The thin body is carrying a big bag. Standing by the river and looking at Pudong, I was amazed. And after so many years, I have become used to buying a cup of takeaway coffee at night outside and then walking the long way to the Bund. The people around him have already dispersed.But I still miss you.my brothers and sisters. I suddenly remembered that I met Xiaojiezi on QQ that day.He yelled at me and said, "Oh, you rich man, come and invite me to dinner." After so many years, I still think of his green hair and thick beard in high school. His QQ introduction reads: This QQ account is provided by Big Face Cat, thanks to him! I laughed out loud.He is still that simple person.Or simply call me dead FOX. But I have already started negotiating contracts with others all day long.Gritting his teeth, he was merciless. Who should cry? excerpt from prose