Chapter 14 Chapter two

However, that is the only way I have to go to school, and I can't avoid going through the window facing the street.The next day, I heard her calling me from that window and calling my name.I smiled and hurried away again. On the third morning, she greeted me with a pictorial in her hand, which aroused my interest again. I leaned on the iron fence and yelled at her: "No, I'm going to be late. I'll be late that day." "Then, come here after school, I have something nice here." After school in the afternoon, I got into the garden of her house again and climbed onto the windowsill.On the coffee table next to her was a stack of American movie posters.She held the pictorials to the window sill and said courteously, "My mother just brought these from Shanghai."

I looked with relish.She didn't watch it with me, but said, "That day, I stopped the child who stole the milk and wanted him to come and play with you. But the child ran away. He didn't come this morning either." She seemed sorry that no one came to steal the milk, and I glanced at her in surprise. The sun shone obliquely from the branches and leaves of the Ditang tree, and the bright spots sprinkled on her thin sweater with mesh, weaving a blurred picture in my eyes.This picture is wrapped in her reality again: her neck, her shoulders, her slightly protruding breasts between the shoulders, all these are so completely different from the image of the boy I was with, and suddenly a kind of feeling sprouted in my heart. strange feeling.