Chapter 13 Shanshan part two

Shanshan was dancing all those days.It was the end of summer vacation, and she said she would perform the show as soon as school started. At noon, the yard was very quiet.People who went to work from all households left, and those who didn't go to work were snoring in the house.Shanshan put on the white dress, pushed open the door of her house with a "squeak", walked under the old crabapple tree, posed for a pose, and then danced lightly. "Squeak" I also slipped out of the house. "What are you doing?" Shanshan stopped dancing. "Nothing." I looked around in the yard seriously, and then sat down in the shade of the south room.

Under the crabapple tree, the passionflower is in full bloom, and the jasmine and tuberose are waiting helplessly for the evening.The sound of cicadas is far away, but nearby is the "buzzing" buzzing, which is the heat wave in midsummer and Shanshan's breathing.She jumped into the sun for a while, the white dress was dazzling, and jumped into the shadow of the tree for a while, and the chaotic patterns drifted and swam on her body; the dancing steps were light and did not disturb the sleeping dragonflies on the crabapple tree at all.I know she is happy when I watch her dance, and when she is satisfied with the dance, she glances at me and says, "Go!"—she is happy for me to watch her, but also says "Go", girls really don't understand.

I looked up to see the dragonflies on the tree, one after another, with their wings drooping slightly, sleeping peacefully.One of them is black all over and is a rare "old plaster".I was thinking about how to catch it, when Shanshan panted and yelled at me: "Hey, look at you, it's almost here." She began to spin, spin into the bright, and spin into a mess of tree shadows, closing her eyes as if enjoying, or anticipating, knowing that the next move would be applauded.She turned faster and faster, the dress opened like a parachute, whirled and fluttered, followed by a squat, the skirt spread out under the crabapple tree, a large round snow-white area, and a large area of ​​flashing patterns.

"Hey ballet!" I said. "Stupid you," she said, "is this a ballet?" Anyway, I believe this is ballet, and I can tell that Shanshan actually likes it when I say it.In the eyes of a nine-year-old boy, ballet is not a kind of dance, but ballet is such a movement - spinning, spinning, spinning continuously, making skirts fly.I was maybe nine years old then.If I am nine years old, Shanshan will be ten years old. There was another "squeak", the door of Xiaoheng's house opened a crack, and Xiaoheng crept out. "Are there any dragonflies?" "There are many!"

Xiao Heng didn't know much about farts. He only knew about Dragonfly, but he didn't even pay attention to what Shanshan was doing. "What is it?" Xiao Heng stared at the tree blindly. "At least one 'Old Plaster'!" "yes?" Xiaoheng went back into the room again, and when he came out, he proudly held a small ball of gluten.So we went to catch dragonflies.Put the ball of gluten on the top of a bamboo pole, and slowly raise the bamboo pole to aim at the "old plaster".But it's a pity, "Old Plaster" is very smart, Shanshan dances like a raging fire, it doesn't wake up, it knows when I shake my hand, and immediately flies away without a trace.Shanshan gloated.Shanshan told us to go away.

"If you don't want to watch it, just go away, I still have to be on stage, it's a formal performance." She said "you", not "you", why does it make me feel a little relieved to hear this?But if we don't leave, this place is not only yours!It was also strange that day, there were so many dragonflies on the old Begonia tree.Shanshan had no choice but to walk away by herself.Shanshan jumped into the gate hole and closed the courtyard door.I occasionally glanced there, the doorway was dark and gloomy, I couldn't tell whether Shanshan was happy or angry, only wisps of silent white snow floated up and down, flickering east and west.

It was eerily quiet that noon.Xiaoheng and I were engrossed in the dragonfly on the tree. Suddenly, there was a scream, and then I smelled something burnt.I saw Shanshan running towards the house like flying, and then her crying.I follow.A black soldering iron mark on the bed, smoking.Everyone in the yard woke up and ran to see.When the bed sheet was lifted, the mattress was also mushy; when the mattress was lifted, the felt was also black.Someone quickly scooped up a bowl of water and splashed it on the bed. "What are you ironing?" "Skirt, my... dress is crepe," Shanshan sobbed.

"Well, you forgot to take the soldering iron away after ironing, didn't you?" Shanshan nodded and looked at the crowd eagerly, hoping that there might be some way to save them. "It's okay, why are you ironing it? You don't know how to do it yet!" "As soon as school starts... I have to perform." "It can't be done. The quilt may be good enough, but the bed sheet is finished." Shanshan wailed immediately. "Don't cry, it's useless to cry." "Don't be afraid, come back and tell your aunt clearly, first admit her mistake."

"Stop crying, Shanshan, stop crying, when your aunt comes back, let's help you talk about (love)." But everyone knew that Shanshan couldn't escape a good fight. This is a story that couldn't be more traditional. "Auntie", Shanshan's stepmother. Shanshan has only been here for more than a year.A long time ago, there was a tall, fat, bald man who always came to pester that "auntie".I said pestering, because I always heard them arguing, arguing night after night, so that people in the yard couldn't sleep well.However, after arguing and arguing, they suddenly heard that they were getting married.This man is Shanshan's father.This man, I heard that he is still a tall man.I don’t say that this man is fat, but I say he is fat, because he is not too fat, but on summer nights, he put his bare legs under the tree to enjoy the shade, his pink and white flesh trembled, Xiao Heng said, " Like aspic", you naturally think of Fat.It is said that Shanshan left more than a year ago and was also a stepmother.Shanshan was happy to leave her stepmother's house, but unexpectedly came to another stepmother's house.I asked my grandma, "Where's her real mother?" Grandma said, "My child, don't ask." "Is her real mother dead?" "Who said?" "Then why didn't she go find her real mother?"" You are not allowed to ask Shanshan, do you hear me?" "What's wrong?" "If you want to ask, I will hit you." I smiled, knowing that grandma would not hit you. "If you ask, Shanshan will be beaten again." This argument works, but I don't think you can really ask.I think Shanshan's real mother must be dead, otherwise why didn't she come to look for Shanshan?

Jasmine is blooming.Evening primrose is also open.The courtyard is full of fragrant wind.People who got off work came back one after another.The sound of frying pans and cooking dishes is like an infection, and the whole yard from one house to another becomes lively.Then someone thought of Shanshan. "Where's Shanshan?" The fireworks at Shanshan's house hadn't started yet, and the door was locked. "No fire or cooking, where did this child go?" "It's broken, probably because she was afraid of being beaten, so she ran away." "Run away? Where can she go?" "Who did she say anything to?" ?” Everyone was discussing.I can see that they are worried, but at the same time a little bit of pleasure--give that so-called "auntie" some color, and let that dear father also give some snacks!

Grandma ran back and asked me, "Do you know where Shanshan is?" "I think she went to find her own mother." Everyone came around me and asked, "Did she tell you?" "Did she tell you that?" "Where did she go to find her mother? Did she tell you?" "If it were me, I would go to my own mother." Grandma shouted, "Don't talk nonsense! Do you know where she is?" I shake my head. Xiaoheng said he saw her go shopping for vegetables. "How do you know she went grocery shopping?" "She goes grocery shopping every day." I said, "You don't know any shit!" Everyone sighed, and looked outside the courtyard gate, asked at the vegetable stand, and shouted in the nearby alleys. I also went from alley to alley to call Shanshan.Walk past the old temple.Walk through the woods.Walk past the rumbling construction site.Through the moat, to the wall.Without Shanshan, without her shadow.I climbed up the wall and called her, and I thought she must have heard me now.But the sunset glow faded, only the evening wind blowing from outside the city wall.However, I suddenly had an idea in my mind. I got off the city wall and ran back, I believe my idea must be right.I ran as hard as I could, across the moat, across the construction site, through the woods, through the old temple, through one alley after another. I knew where Shanshan was going to go, and I was sure she must be there. small school.Yes, she was there. The playground is empty, and there is a little white beside the playground.Shanshan was sitting by the flower bed, with her shoulders hugged, her legs curled up, her chin resting on her knees, the evening wind blowing her skirt. "Shanshan," I called her. Shanshan didn't respond.Maybe she didn't hear? "Shanshan, I guess you're here." I'm sure she heard it.I sat down far away from her. There are dots of lights all around.The cicadas chirped even more enthusiastically. I said, "Shanshan, go home." But I still dare not approach her.I think no one dares to approach her at this time.Not even her "aunt" dared.Even her own father didn't dare.I think only her own mother can approach her. "Shanshan, everyone is looking for you." In my memory, Shanshan stood up, walked to the middle of the playground, posed in a pose, and danced gracefully. There are thousands of lights all around.The surrounding noise surrounds the silence, emptiness, and darkness of the playground, only a bright white skirt, swirling and fluttering from east to west... "Shanshan, go back." "Shanshan, you dance well enough." "There are still a few days before you leave school, Shanshan, you go back first." I said this in my heart, but I didn't dare to interrupt her. The moon climbed up, shining on the white Shanshan, and shining on her non-stop dancing steps; the playground under the moonlight was like a huge stage.In my wish, maybe, Shanshan, just dance to your heart's content, don't go back, never go back, but you should dance more happily, don't be so sad, don't be so sad, and don't be afraid.You don't need to be afraid, Shanshan, because, because in a few days you will be on stage to perform this show, it's official... But the ending is the most tragic part of this story: Shanshan returned home that night, but she still couldn't escape the beating.And she had to go back, had to go back to that stepmother's house.Because she has nowhere to go. So in my eternal childhood, the girl named Shanshan danced all the time.The snow-white dress has been ironed, so the snow-white Shanshan can float into the bright, into the dark, into the shadows of trees everywhere or the sky full of stars... It seems that this period of childhood will never grow up, Because no matter what year and month, there is always a childhood with nowhere to go in this world.