Chapter 11 Second Dark Echo (3)

Because it can berth ships, Ruya has become a well-known commercial and prosperous place, and people from nearby villages will gather to exchange goods.The market on the first and fifteenth day of each month is very lively.she says.The bazaar is a grand feast, full of human joy and bustle.The cobbled main street is packed with crowds and vendors.Vegetables, meat, fruits, seafood, all kinds of pickled products, smoked products, dried fruits, all kinds of gold and silverware, porcelain, cloth, homemade desserts, wine, glutinous rice flour snacks, hand-woven cloth...all on display street.The children and their dogs walked through the dark alleys lined with wooden houses and rushed to the sunny and crowded market.

In addition to the market, Ruya’s other paradise-like memory is the typhoon every summer.It rained heavily for three days and three nights, she said.If the ocean tide is rising, the rushing water will overflow the sand and embankment, step over the threshold of the wooden house, cover the floor, pass through the wall, and rush straight to the main street of the village.Cobbled streets, all flooded with white foamy salty sea water, floating with food, objects washed from the rooms, dogs, ducks and geese swimming on the water.The whole street became a river of seawater, and the children rushed outside excitedly, drenched in the downpour, yelling, laughing, playing, and running in the slowly surging tide... The sky and the earth were dark, and the lightning and thunder complement each other .The dark and winding stone lanes and narrow steps of the village are covered by rain again and again.

Big camphor trees, sycamore trees, and willow trees were cut down and blown off, and the branches covered with green leaves floated with the tide, exuding a spicy fragrance.Sleep at night on a raised table.No electricity.Can only light candles.The whole room was shaking in the waves, as if it would be washed away at any moment.Such typhoon weather lasts until the rain passes.Then the tide will recede quickly.The streets and steps reappear.The scorching sun and white light indicate that the hot summer has really kicked off. She finished the story to him who was stunned, then leaned over and lifted up her skirt to show him the scar on her leg.Rolled up shirt sleeves, also available on arms and shoulders.These are the marks left after being hit by wood or stones while playing in the tide and heavy rain.A few small red scars here and there.On the lower side of the left rib, there is a suture scar about five centimeters long, the color is faded, but it is still shocking.She said that it was cut open by an iron nail on a wooden board, and it should be healed after a week of stitches.Such a clearing of scars made his childhood in an unremarkable alley pale in comparison.

Unable to control his jealousy, he pushed her away lightly, saying, well, I'm going to do my homework.So it ended the chat that couldn't be equal at all. 4 Come.Come.good life.follow me.She called to him softly in the dark.She moves closer to him, identifying him unmistakably.He is a silent and withdrawn boy who only pays attention to the ranking of the total test scores in the whole grade.And she explores a wide range of things without taboos.How September celestial constellations will change.How migratory birds fly their long journeys.Dinosaurs can be divided into Saurischia and Ornithischia, with 571 species, all of which became extinct at the end of the Mesozoic Era... Their goals and directions are completely different, like two tributaries from the same source, each meandering forward Row.

She needs sharers that she can use to validate each other.Maybe she recognized a yearning he didn't know he had.She seduces him.Proofs trump endings.Her irresponsible attitude, at the beginning, has the characteristics of a wandering apostate: entering any possibility with pain that cannot be handled rationally.Jump in.Until this possibility became her pre-set void.So she makes different types of victims at different times.She does not set rights for this sharing, nor does she explain it. They went to the woods to collect fireflies and did not return all night.Teachers and classmates all dispatched to look for them.Such a thing is almost unprecedented in this key middle school.Rebellious, individualistic, self-centered, disengaged from the collective, without order and obedience...they make those around them suffer from panic and anger.When he was found the next day, the teacher was so angry that his lips turned white, and he immediately scolded Nei He and wanted to punish her.

He was consensually ignored.She accepted the punishment willingly.She had captured him, forced her way into his world, beyond doubt.There was only a creak, and the door opened, and the light instantly illuminated all the hidden things that were about to move.He never expected the power of leadership to be so powerful.She had captured his mind, leading him stumbling and painfully into the world of her perception. He just knew that he would still and always need her.She is a very different medium, appearing opposite him, allowing him to see another self extending from himself.Although he is always hesitant, not sure whether this other self is needed in his heart.The fugitive who got up quietly in the middle of the night, endured the excruciating pain and heartbeat, and plunged into the sea and the dark woods, or the top student who was wearing a white shirt and slowly raised the flag in front of the teachers and students of the school, which one was he more at ease? real soul.His honor and shame, his example and error, are entangled.Young and innocent, he couldn't tell the difference.

This made him, many years later, even under the appearance of success, always surrounded by a bewildered temperament of underappreciated talents.It seems that his life has been hesitating between two contradictory interfaces going backwards, and he has not found the correctness and stability. 5 The summer of sixteen.He went straight to the high school of key middle schools.Her grades in science were too poor, so she entered another key middle school that excelled in liberal arts.The two schools are at opposite ends of the city.She came to wait for him under the courtyard wall of his house.On a hot summer night, roses bloom just right.Fine, fragrant petals sprinkled her white denim skirt.She wore sneakers on her bare feet, picked a flower and bit her lip, and sat on the rear frame of her bicycle.The chains of the bicycle were still rattling, and she stepped on them to play.

Let's ride together to the bookstore to buy books to read.She bought a whole set of "Natural History of the Socratic Islands", "Christ's Outlook on Life", "Natural History of Shells", "Jungian Psychology", "Atomic Theory"... She has read more extensively than him much.I like to discuss issues with him, exchange ideas after reading the same book, and sometimes even write a long letter to him for this purpose.After buying the book, I found a cold drink shop, and the two of them ate ice cream while discussing the novels of the newly emerging domestic avant-garde novelists.They're also obsessed with a beautiful, brooding Southern author who talks tirelessly about the violence and lonely, rambunctious teenagers in his short stories.