Chapter 49 The sixth scene is full of flowers and full moon (3)

I have decided to teach English and Chinese to children in Medog Middle School for one year.Suolang Metso is an English teacher in Damu Township. He is familiar with the Education Bureau in Medog, so he can let me stay.This time, he acted as the translator for Geographical Magazine's entry into Medog, and he helped us a lot along the way.Editors and photographers have left.I like it there.to go back again. Can you gain meaning by entering Medog...it's just a backcountry isolated from the rest of the world. She said that for many things, one must first experience and experience its diversity before confirming its uniqueness.I want something simple and important.Try to serve those around you, lower yourself, and give something.Maybe everything I do is just a drop of water, and it doesn't make much progress in the world around me. This world will still be subverted by power and desire.But I fulfill the guidance I feel.This is just my own small but true belief.Do you understand me, Shansheng... I'm not going to come back.What will happen in the future, I don't want to have a plan.All I know is that I need action.

Thinking of the shadows accumulated over the years, the family that never existed, the failed first love, and being sent to a mental hospital, I have always been a woman with low self-esteem, and I strongly need the certification from others: they love me, so I can love myself.It's like a person who doesn't like his hand that is born with a disability. He wants to cut it off and damage himself again and again, but he still can't grow a hand that can be recognized.been disappointed.I finally discovered that this is not the way to seek love.All of this is destined to be an illusion, even if it is grasped in the hand, it will continue to rise and fall, and it will be exhausting and exhausting.But never leads to the road.

3 Talked all night, never tired of it.It's a pattern they've formed since they were teenagers.They seem to have long been used to setting up a stage background in each other's lives, keeping their faces and not changing.They can stand in the center of the stage, focus on a beam of pure white light, and speak tirelessly.She would always be used to talking to him so lonely.Just talk to him.So did he.In this world, only the two of them have mastered a secret path leading to each other's hearts. Finally he fell asleep in a daze, and fell asleep peacefully with his back to her.The summer night was sweltering, and he didn't like to sleep with the air conditioner on. He just put a small electric fan next to the bed, and the blades rattled non-stop.In the small garden, my mother still planted roses, which were blooming just right at this time.The fragrance of flowers is sweet in the wind, and the brilliant flower branches all over the wall are swaying in the wind, and the light and shadow are flickering.Hitting the chair is like a floating picture.A burst of crisp laughter could be vaguely heard outside the wall covered with pink rose vines.It seemed that the pedals of the bicycle were stepped on and drove the chain, making a rattling sound.

He suddenly saw himself walking into the small garden, reaching out to put his hand on the wall, and climbing up to look around.The narrow and cramped bluestone lanes in the south are quiet and deserted, and the moonlight is light. There are only pink and white petals blown down by the wind, whirling in the wind and drifting away. In his dream, he saw that the first half of his life belonged to a teenager, and he could finally go far away vigorously.And the girl returned to her hometown at this moment, returned to his room, and slept on his single wooden bed as before, with her back facing him.childhood sweetheart.She breathes evenly.The sky will soon turn blue and lighten.He suddenly felt that the time was too long.I am afraid that we will part with her before we grow old.He never felt that his life could be so long.In the silent twilight, I just feel sore and unbearable in my heart.Then tears flowed silently from the corner of his eyes.

At five o'clock in the morning, I felt that the girl lying beside me was about to get up and leave.The long braids swept across, and the folds of the skirt on her body rustled.The warm, animal-like breath emanating from the skin is still familiar.He woke up with a start and saw her sitting on the inside of the bed with her back against the wall, quietly smoking a cigarette in front of the street lights that came in.Looked at him, smiled softly, and said, I'm here.I haven't left yet. She exhaled white smoke rings and said slowly, I was just dreaming.I dreamed that when I went back to elementary school, I was teaching in an open-air classroom.There were a lot of classmates, and they changed seats lively.But the open-air classroom seems to be a lively market.I saw my parents coming to visit me together.My father and mother, who seemed to be very young, were looking to see if their little daughter was doing well in class.There is still a smile on the face.In the dream, I only felt happy and shy.But I actually had no idea what my father looked like.I don't remember my mother's face either.That seems to have been a thing of the previous life.good life.I am so happy in my dream.

In the darkness, he saw the tears flickering in her eyes again.Those tears that were bright and painful like pearls.He slowly stretched out his hand, spreading his palm under her eyes, trying to catch those tears.But he knew that this was just his hallucination.She put away his palm and said, I didn't cry.good life.It was you who cried. She stretched out her hand to touch the tears on his face, and said softly, you always cry in front of me.Cry for your own shame and weakness, cry for mine.Maybe tears can let you release the pressure in your heart.I never met a man who wept more than you.In our life, there will be a few people who can meet relative tears together without feeling ashamed.