Chapter 25 Summer is Collapsing - Section 25: Withered bonsai, or the truth (Part 1)

Summer is Collapsing - Section 25: Withered bonsai, or the truth (Part 1) And Xiaoqiao does have the ability to make him forget everything, she has no worries, she is different from Keke, what Keke brings to him is a sense of sympathy and fear, and Xiaoqiao, when he is with Xiaoqiao, he feels An Ning, forgetting a lot of things, he likes to watch Xiaoqiao dig out a strawberry-patterned Bundy from his schoolbag, help him stick it on his forehead, and then laugh.But in fact, when he didn't dare to show Xiaoqiao the serious wound, he always found Ke Ke, who gritted his teeth and ignored him screaming in pain, and tied the wound with gauze.

And three years have passed, and now they are all different. He has long been unable to find them three years ago, and Xiao Qiao from three years ago. She still has a transparent face like summer, but Shen Han is in every Every time he gets into a fight, every time he is injured, every time he is escorted back to the police station in a police car, he knows that he is getting farther and farther away from those summers, he has gone through the summer, his steps are too big, and he steps over. Into the winter to go. Ke Ke and Xiao Qiao are already preparing items for the autumn semester. The summer has come to an end, burning the last heat as if lingering, but the sycamore trees are still lush, but in the evening, the sky turns pale The rose is red, and the wind has cooled slightly. Since Ding Chengcheng's death, they have tried their best to stay behind closed doors, waiting for this summer to pass quickly. Like any summer before, it has become a blur in memory. The sound of leaves shaking.Ke Ke took out the school uniform skirt that had been stored for a summer, washed it again, and hung it on the balcony, watching the crystal water droplets slowly fall down under the sun.They still went to visit Ding Chengcheng's mother. She no longer cleaned the room. The neighborhood committee hired a nanny for her. Ke Ke and Xiao Qiao sometimes helped her wash the sheets and bought a lot of food to fill her refrigerator. Her mother babbled to tell the two of them what happened in the past, but she was confused and couldn't understand what she was talking about at all. She was holding the black notebook and refused to let it go.That day, Xiaoqiao inadvertently found an old wedding photo from the back of the sofa. On it, Ding Chengcheng's mother wore short curly hair and painted red rouge, but the wedding dress was also slightly yellow. Jianguo was wearing a crappy black suit with a big red flower on his chest and rouge on his face.

It's been years. At this time, both Ke Ke and Xiao Qiao received short messages on their mobile phones at the same time, but it was Dawei's group text message: "Next Saturday night at the U2 Bar, please come and see us." Coco and Xiao Qiao's The mobile phone rang at the same time, both of them were stunned, looked at each other, Ke Ke said: "Go, in a week, we have to go to school, this summer should be over, let's just celebrate it. "Ding Chengcheng's attic has been tightly closed and locked, and no one can go in. When they left, they both looked at the closed door of the attic from the bottom of the stairs. The vermilion paint and silver The big locks, shining in the reflected sun.

But Shen Han's grandma didn't survive this scorching summer, she died at the end of summer. That day, Shen Han returned from the U2 bar at night. On the way home, he was stopped by two policemen patrolling at night to check his ID card. He happened to forget his ID card, so he was searched by them and found a dagger stuck in the back of his waist. , entangled and said that he would take it back, Shen Han was never afraid of entangled with the police, but this time he suddenly refused, he suddenly wanted to go home quickly, so he begged the police, but in the end he was taken back, routinely After asking a lot, he was finally released and the dagger was confiscated.He rushed home in a hurry, and when he opened the iron gate, he saw his grandmother was still sitting in the patio 7 waiting for him, so he was half relieved, but suddenly found that his grandmother's face was crookedly slanted on her shoulders, her eyes were closed, Saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth, and there was a big puddle above the collar of his clothes.

Grandma died in the courtyard one night while waiting for Shen Han's return. The bonsai around her also accompanied her due to the lack of care for many days, and they turned yellow almost at the same time. Those small stone bridges and those small rockeries are all covered with dust, and they are completely dilapidated.The next day when I received a call, my relatives from the countryside helped me take care of all the funeral affairs, and Shen Han watched strange people coming and going in the room every day, chanting scriptures and burning incense, but he couldn't feel sad. It was only at night that he was able to be quiet for a while, in the pavilion where his grandmother lived in the mosquito-repellent incense, looking at all kinds of traditional Chinese medicines and western medicines she neatly placed in the cupboard, bundles of old newspapers, on the table. Put the half-drunk Longjing tea.

And a stack of loose-leaf papers being spread out on the table. Shen Han read a few pages, and suddenly his heart became cold. This is grandma's diary, a diary from three years ago.He turned on the small flickering energy-saving lamp in front of him, and found that there were whole bundles of tightly bound loose-leaf papers under the table, some of which had turned yellow, and some of which had been completely written on in pencil. The handwriting could not be seen clearly, so Shen Han sorted out all those written with a ballpoint pen and placed them in front of him.He dug out the bundle from three years ago, and his hands were trembling a little. Grandma kept silent about everything that happened, but she still left these loose-leaf papers full of handwriting.

For two whole days, Shen Han didn't sleep. He only ate a bowl of instant noodles and didn't even drink any water. He only had a small table fan by his side to accompany him. The small bed leaned against it, the bed was very tidy, and the pillow still smelled of the cream that grandma applied. He let the strange relatives downstairs chattering and chanting scriptures during the day, and he just read the scriptures page by page. Looking at what happened three years ago, or more.