Chapter 4 the fourth part

(thirty-one) Where were you when I was burned and broken? Where were you when I was hopeless? Because the things you say and the things you do Surround me. I was staring straight into the shinning sun. (Thirty-two) It has been half a year since FOX disappeared from his forum, I know he's gone, He may now be walking in England's clean and pretty streets overgrown with camphor, Through the wet streets covered with golden leaves, Seeing the colorful English billboards, Seeing that beautiful round handwriting he once wrote to me, Listen to various original CDs without any Chinese,

Just don't write to me again, I don't know if he's happy now, But I think I should be very happy. Later, later, FOX gave me a phone call in the early hours of the morning, And I fell asleep early, because I have an exam the next day. I picked up the phone and heard the noisy voice with extremely bad signal, Then I heard someone calling my name in a questioning tone, morning tree?morning tree? I hold the phone, For a moment, I felt that time was reversed, and the time was rushing backward like a tide, I said word for word, I am Morning Tree, Are you FOX? (Thirty-three)

Put down the phone and I can't sleep again, I got up and walked up and down the floor barefoot, The floor is clean and cold, No dust of any kind. I looked up at the ceiling, I want to see if there is still dust falling on it, Wanted to see if a room that was empty would ring again dancing footsteps, Sound the Pink Floyd that Yan Xu once sang repeatedly "A Great Day For Freedom" On the day the wall came down. They threw the locks onto the ground. And with glasses high We raised a cry for freedom had arrived. (Thirty-four) I became a really good boy, Walking through the campus with a backpack and simple, solid-colored hair every day,

frequently in and out of the library, Do the questions quietly. It’s just that there is still a letter written by Yan Xu in my schoolbag, A heavy letter. Sometimes I open it up, Then quickly read the sentences and lyrics that you have learned by heart at the speed of reading a page in 10 seconds, like i used to rush Look through the rock magazines FOX sent me. (thirty five) One day when school was over, I passed the music classroom, I saw a poster at the door, The above content tells me that there is a discussion about rock and roll inside, I hesitated for a moment and finally reached out to push the door and walked in.

But three minutes later I came out, Because when I sat down, I saw a boy with dyed blue hair who was speaking foul language sitting on the table and said that his favorite rock band was Zero, Some little girls around looked up at him seriously. I laughed quietly behind, The boy looked at me disdainfully and said, why are you laughing, Do you know who is Dick Cowboy? Do you know who Zang Tianshuo is? Fuck you people who are held in the hands of teachers How do you know what rock and roll is. I laughed, I said I really don't know, I usually only listen to Andy Lau. Then I turned and left.

(Thirty-six) I smiled inexplicably when I closed the door of the music classroom, I ask myself, Do I really look like a good kid? (thirty-seven) I looked up, Seeing the pale colors of the sky, I think, The way I used to flaunt, Those once sharp edges and corners on my body, It will never appear again. (thirty eight) Then I walked home quickly with my schoolbag on my back, It was only 6 o'clock when I got home. The church bells didn't ring, The dove has not yet begun to fly alone, I put down my schoolbag, Start doing a big math test paper. I still can't sleep at night without exams,

Just sip your coffee and do homework all night long. (thirty-nine) After Yan Xu left, I started to have a dream, That dream came from a painting on the wall of Lin Lan's house, The painting is of some people squatting on the ground ready to run, Though they all looked ahead, But they all have no eyes, Just empty eye sockets. In my dream, that picture became People around me crouched ready to run, There is Yan Xu, there is Lin Lan, there is FOX, and I, Everyone is ready to go, But has been unable to move. everyone is talking, But they all said the same thing, Repeat and repeat.

That sentence is: Let me go. In the days to come, I especially on sleepless nights, I always say to myself, After this July, let me go. (forty) I don't have a CD in my CD drawer anymore. I put them all in a wooden box on top of the wardrobe, Just like when Yan Xu came to my house Put all the CDs in the box, I always tell myself that after this July, I'll go with my CD, to the city I want to go to, living in a wooden attic, dancing upstairs every day, Shake off the dust. When my father saw the wooden box that day, he asked me what was in it. I want to tell him not to take it down,

But it's too late The wooden box fell from above, The CD inside fell to the floor. I look at the painful scratches on those dusty discs, My heart ached fiercely.