Chapter 8 The wind over the summer

wind blown summer (1) On Jiang Jiao's eighteenth birthday, a group of us sang in karaoke. The wind over the summer. In the dark and crowded small room, beer bottles are scattered all over the long tables, and the smell of cigarettes makes people want to cough and sleep.My wife, the birthday star Jiang Jiao, is singing with other boys. To be honest, she is good at singing. She squints her eyes and sings, a bit like the big S who played Shancai in "Meteor Garden". Tired of this soft and provocative singing voice, I suddenly thought of a girl who used to sing on the narrow wooden stage in the bar, her empty singing voice and independent eyes.This sudden longing made me uneasy.So I got up and walked out.

The sun at the end of August scorched the earth, and the high-altitude sun kept spitting out blood red breath.The whole world became an airtight circle, I waved to stop a taxi, jumped on it, and said to him, "Go to Nanshan." The air conditioning in the taxi made me feel slightly more comfortable.The driver was watching me through the rearview mirror.A person who is going to Nanshan on a summer afternoon in casual shorts and a sweatshirt is either a problem or a psychopath. Five minutes after the car drove out, my cell phone rang. As you expected, it was classmate Jiang.He shouted angrily over there: "Dead cockroach, where have you been?"

Cockroach is Jiang's pet name for me. I don't quite remember the origin. It probably means that I am one of the "four pests".Forgive me for having a bad memory recently, I just remember that I once nicknamed her "Fly" in order to show my counterattack, but she disagreed, and under the attack of her tears, I changed her name to "Jiaozi", She readily accepted the nickname.And said happily: "Dumplings are things with connotations." She has always had this ability to talk and be complacent about herself, and from this point of view, I have to obey.

"Hurry up, why don't you speak, where are you?" She became impatient. "Toilet," I said. "Why is it taking so long?" "Poop," I said. "Cockroach!" she screamed, "I don't care, I want you to show up immediately!" I hung up the phone and turned off the phone. Nanshan is about 20 kilometers away from the urban area. After driving for half a day, the car stopped by a narrow road.The driver said: "We can only drive here, the car in front will not be able to make a U-turn." I pay and get out of the car.It was my first time here, and I was a little confused. As I walked up the mountain road, I was thinking about how to find the place I wanted to go.My wish was fulfilled, and when I was at a loss, I found a person walking down the mountain. She was wearing a small red umbrella and carrying a small blue backpack.I think, I should know her, and she should know me too.

She looked up and saw me, and there was indeed panic in her eyes. She lowered her head and walked down quickly, trying to pretend she didn't see me.I stood still, and as she passed me, I held her out with an arm. She looked up at me with more flustered eyes, and said nothing. "Take me there." I said. She tried to break free from me. "If you don't take me there today, don't even think about going down the mountain." I threatened her. "Then let go first." She said softly. I let her go, and she glanced at me again, and I noticed that the mist in her eyes was thicker, and then she turned and walked up the mountain.I climbed up with her, and soon I was exhausted, but the petite woman in front of me seemed relaxed and light.About ten minutes later, my eyes suddenly opened up.Here is a whole cemetery, lined up quietly under the scorching sun, appearing more silent and peaceful.She led me around a small road, and after a while, she stopped.

I know my destination is here. I don't know why, but I feel a little flustered in my heart.I saw a bunch of fresh wild flowers on the cemetery in front of me, which should be yellow chrysanthemums, or other flowers, blooming unobtrusively.Is this Cimagpie's milk? /p>I got closer and saw that picture on the tombstone.Black and white photos, young, beautiful, long-lost face, fearless eyes.My heart seemed to be grabbed out by someone suddenly, thrown into the air, and I couldn't find it for a while. I knelt down involuntarily, lowered my head, tears fell down uncontrollably.They fell quickly to the grass and were quickly evaporated by the sun.

"She's very quiet, you shouldn't disturb her." After an unknown amount of time, the girl standing next to me with a red umbrella said. "Who are you?" I asked her. "It doesn't matter who I am." She said coldly. "Are you her good friend?" I asked suspiciously, "I see you familiar, but I don't remember where I saw you." She replied in a calmer tone: "We are in the same school, in school, we often see you. In fact, we have seen you many times." I remembered! The past flashed in an instant, and my heart was inexplicably excited.

"You murdered her," she said. "She won't forgive you. It's no use crying." After speaking, she turned and left with an umbrella.I stood up from the ground, ran forward and grabbed her: "You must have been there before she died. Tell me, did she say anything?" "I heard that you were admitted to a key university in Beijing?" she asked me. I nod. "Congratulations," she said. I yelled at her impatiently: "Don't give me all this, give me the answer I want!" She didn't seem to be afraid of me: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, she didn't say anything, at least, I don't know what she said."

"Please tell me, I really want to know." I softened my tone, trying to coax her. "Maybe you should ask the Negroes." She dropped the words and walked away without looking back. Maybe dusk is coming soon, the scorching sun has finally become dark, and there is a gust of cool wind blowing on the top of the mountain.I sat in front of Ba La's tomb, watching the distant clouds slowly drifting over my head.What I didn't expect was that the rainstorm would come.It seems that in just a few minutes, the sky has completely changed, the wind is blowing harder and harder, and the big raindrops hit me. I have nowhere to hide, and I don’t want to hide. Let the rain be more violent. Let's go, I don't hesitate to destroy everything in this world. I don't expect any kind of redemption. At this moment, I just want to do this, and I want to be with her.I miss the snowy winter night when I stood under the window of her house, and the warmth of her warm feet when they approached me. Let me miss it once in the storm, and no one will bother me.

No one is allowed to disturb. wind blown summer (2) It was ten o'clock at night when I returned to the city.The temperature is still high after the rain, and my rain-soaked hair and clothes are completely dry. Because I couldn't get a taxi, I walked for a long time.I think of the girl who went to see it like me. She may come here often. I don’t know what kind of method she uses to get back and forth. Looking at her weak appearance, if she walks for such a long time, she will definitely be tired. Get down. I didn't expect that classmate Jiang was waiting for me under the streetlight not far from my house.

She squatted there at first, but when she saw me, she stood up, leaned against the streetlight behind her, and looked at me haggardly.She had gone home and changed into a new dress, and I noticed that she had changed her hairstyle, dark red hair messy and ridiculously curled around her head. I approach her. "I'm eighteen," she said. "Happy birthday," I said. "I permed my hair," she said. "It's not pretty," I said. Her face suddenly twitched violently, and she burst into tears.She didn't fall into my arms, and for a moment I tried to reach out and hug her, but I didn't. We are deadlocked like this. I waited patiently for her to finish crying. But she is endless. I maintain my temper and so on. Fortunately, no one passed by, but there was nothing to pass by. I have long been a news figure in this small town, and no one will be curious about what happened to me. Finally, I patted her and said, "Okay, you'll grow old if you cry too much, and your new haircut already makes you look old enough." She looked up at me: "Don't you like it, I know you like it!" "What nonsense are you talking about!" "You can't forget her, I know you can't forget her!" Jiang Jiao cried while grabbing her hair, "If that's the case, just forget about me, Zhang Yang, and we'll make a clean break from now on!" "Ok." I said. She stared at me with wide eyes, and I knew she was starting to regret what she had just said.But I looked at her calmly, responding to all changes with the same. She glanced at me bitterly, pushed me away who stood in front of her, and ran forward.Ahead, a motorcycle is galloping towards.Seeing her appearance, I didn't even know how to dodge. My mind was buzzing, so I quickly chased her and pulled her to the side of the road. The motorcycle stopped abruptly.Only a millimeter away from us. "I'm sick!" The motorcyclist was a middle-aged man in his forties. After he finished cursing, he restarted the car and left. Classmate Jiang Jiao's frantic curly hair brushed my cheek lightly, itching so much that I couldn't stand it.I tried to push her away a little bit, but she hugged me very tightly. She whimpered: "Cockroach, don't want me, please don't leave me." "It's you who say it's a clean break, not me." "I was wrong, I was wrong." She admitted her mistake faster than blinking an eye. "Okay." I gently pushed her away, "I'm very tired today, you should go back and rest quickly, if you have anything to say tomorrow, okay?" "Will you take me home?" she said, "the road ahead is very dark, and you know that, I'm afraid." I was really tired and hungry as hell.But I have no choice but to walk home with her.She held mine tightly, not letting go.We walked a few steps, and she put my hand on her waist again.When I turned to an alley ahead, I felt her trembling visibly. "We can leave here next week." She said in a trembling voice. "I really hate this place. After we leave, we will never come back, cockroach, okay?" I forgot to mention that classmate Jiang was also admitted to a university in Beijing, studying science and engineering.She actually wanted to study in Shanghai, but because I like Beijing, she finally chose a school in Beijing. "Ok." I said. "I won't make trouble anymore." She said, "I will be good." I've heard that promise a thousand times. As I walked through the alley, my arms involuntarily hugged her a little tighter.This road is completely different during the day and at night, and it seems that we have not passed it for many nights.There is a dilapidated little house on the other side of the road. I will always remember that winter night. When I rushed there, Jiang Jiao was blocked by blacks and other gangsters with cloth strips. Is it difficult to get rid of it? /p>The black man held a shining sharp knife and said to me: "Stinky boy, you choose yourself, whether our buddies are your women in front of you, or you take this knife and do it yourself It's over!" That day was the day Ba La was buried.The last fine snow of spring was floating in the sky. I said to the black man, "It's none of her business that you let Jiang Jiao go!" "I have the final say on whether it's her business or not." The black man said, "You slap yourself ten times first, and I'll decide whether to let her go. What do you think?" I said, "Ten? That much?" "Don't you fucking talk so much nonsense!" He stepped forward and kicked my knee, and I knelt down on one leg in pain. The black man gestured at my face with the tip of a knife and said: "This face looks good, it can deceive little girls, it can indeed deceive. But I would like to ask the top students, have you ever thought about the consequences of being deceived?" ?” At this moment, the sound of a police car approached from far away. The black man retracted the knife in fright: "What did you do?" I tried to stand up and said calmly, "I called the police." "Don't forget, your mobile phone is in my hands!" the black man said, "If I am not happy, I will hand it to my cousin." "So what," I said, "it doesn't mean anything." The black man jumped at me with a knife.I snatched his knife with a backhand.This big and useless thing has grown a whole body of flesh.I put a knife on the black man's neck and forced them to release Jiang Jiao. wind blown summer (3) It was ten o'clock at night when I returned to the city.The temperature is still high after the rain, and my rain-soaked hair and clothes are completely dry. Because I couldn't get a taxi, I walked for a long time.I think of the girl who went to see it like me. She may come here often. I don’t know what kind of method she uses to get back and forth. Looking at her weak appearance, if she walks for such a long time, she will definitely be tired. Get down. I didn't expect that classmate Jiang was waiting for me under the streetlight not far from my house. She squatted there at first, but when she saw me, she stood up, leaned against the streetlight behind her, and looked at me haggardly.She had gone home and changed into a new dress, and I noticed that she had changed her hairstyle, dark red hair messy and ridiculously curled around her head. I approach her. "I'm eighteen," she said. "Happy birthday," I said. "I permed my hair," she said. "It's not pretty," I said. Her face suddenly twitched violently, and she burst into tears.She didn't fall into my arms, and for a moment I tried to reach out and hug her, but I didn't. We are deadlocked like this. I waited patiently for her to finish crying. But she is endless. I maintain my temper and so on. Fortunately, no one passed by, but there was nothing to pass by. I have long been a news figure in this small town, and no one will be curious about what happened to me. Finally, I patted her and said, "Okay, you'll grow old if you cry too much, and your new haircut already makes you look old enough." She looked up at me: "Don't you like it, I know you like it!" "What nonsense are you talking about!" "You can't forget her, I know you can't forget her!" Jiang Jiao cried while grabbing her hair, "If that's the case, just forget about me, Zhang Yang, and we'll make a clean break from now on!" "Ok." I said. She stared at me with wide eyes, and I knew she was starting to regret what she had just said.But I looked at her calmly, responding to all changes with the same. She glanced at me bitterly, pushed me away who stood in front of her, and ran forward.Ahead, a motorcycle is galloping towards.Seeing her appearance, I didn't even know how to dodge. My mind was buzzing, so I quickly chased her and pulled her to the side of the road. The motorcycle stopped abruptly.Only a millimeter away from us. "I'm sick!" The motorcyclist was a middle-aged man in his forties. After he finished cursing, he restarted the car and left. Classmate Jiang Jiao's frantic curly hair brushed my cheek lightly, itching so much that I couldn't stand it.I tried to push her away a little bit, but she hugged me very tightly. She whimpered: "Cockroach, don't want me, please don't leave me." "It's you who say it's a clean break, not me." "I was wrong, I was wrong." She admitted her mistake faster than blinking an eye. "Okay." I gently pushed her away, "I'm very tired today, you should go back and rest quickly, if you have anything to say tomorrow, okay?" "Will you take me home?" she said, "the road ahead is very dark, and you know that, I'm afraid." I was really tired and hungry as hell.But I have no choice but to walk home with her.She held mine tightly, not letting go.We walked a few steps, and she put my hand on her waist again.When I turned to an alley ahead, I felt her trembling visibly. "We can leave here next week." She said in a trembling voice. "I really hate this place. After we leave, we will never come back, cockroach, okay?" I forgot to mention that classmate Jiang was also admitted to a university in Beijing, studying science and engineering.She actually wanted to study in Shanghai, but because I like Beijing, she finally chose a school in Beijing. "Ok." I said. "I won't make trouble anymore." She said, "I will be good." I've heard that promise a thousand times. As I walked through the alley, my arms involuntarily hugged her a little tighter.This road is completely different during the day and at night, and it seems that we have not passed it for many nights.There is a dilapidated little house on the other side of the road. I will always remember that winter night. When I rushed there, Jiang Jiao was blocked by blacks and other gangsters with cloth strips. Is it difficult to get rid of it? /p>The black man held a shining sharp knife and said to me: "Stinky boy, you choose yourself, whether our buddies are your women in front of you, or you take this knife and do it yourself It's over!" That day was the day Ba La was buried.The last fine snow of spring was floating in the sky. I said to the black man, "It's none of her business that you let Jiang Jiao go!" "I have the final say on whether it's her business or not." The black man said, "You slap yourself ten times first, and I'll decide whether to let her go. What do you think?" I said, "Ten? That much?" "Don't you fucking talk so much nonsense!" He stepped forward and kicked my knee, and I knelt down on one leg in pain. The black man gestured at my face with the tip of a knife and said: "This face looks good, it can deceive little girls, it can indeed deceive. But I would like to ask the top students, have you ever thought about the consequences of being deceived?" ?” At this moment, the sound of a police car approached from far away. The black man retracted the knife in fright: "What did you do?" I tried to stand up and said calmly, "I called the police." "Don't forget, your mobile phone is in my hands!" the black man said, "If I am not happy, I will hand it to my cousin." "So what," I said, "it doesn't mean anything." The black man jumped at me with a knife.I snatched his knife with a backhand.This big and useless thing has grown a whole body of flesh.I put a knife on the black man's neck and forced them to release Jiang Jiao. wind blown summer (4) She didn't answer me, but squeezed the bag tightly. "Give it to me!" I ordered as I stretched out my hand. She insisted on not responding, but the expression on her face became tense. I found it interesting, so I teased her and said, "It's okay if you don't give it to me, then I'll hold your hand." My hand Gu Huang Qi  buck suppress  neon Zheng   You ι   洌   Pan ? Jing? /p>She ignored me. I said, "May I ask you something?" She raised her small face and asked me: "Do you have to answer me if you ask me?" Our faces were very close, and when the bus swayed, the distance became closer, and the evening sun shone on her snow-white face. skin.Her skin is really good, different from Jiang Jiao, and different from many girls, spotless and transparent.And those eyes, so clear it's unbelievable.Seeing me staring at her all the time, her face turned red again, still slightly red, revealing the panic in her heart, but she persisted and refused to surrender, stubbornly refusing to look away. It's funny, isn't it? She jumped out at the next stop and I followed her. "Thank you," she said, "give me the bag." "What if I don't get off with you?" I said. "Then you won't follow me from the beginning," she said confidently, "you should take the eleventh road home, shouldn't you?" "Oh," I said, "Federal agents, does your family live here?" "No," she said, pointing forward, "the stop ahead is my home." "Then why are you playing here?" "I won't tell you," she said. I'm dizzy. I hugged my arms and looked at this strange little girl with interest in the dusk night.She suddenly asked me another question that made me puzzled: "Are you hungry?" I thought for a while and said, "A little bit." "You come with me," she said. Zhang Yang, who has always been arrogant, just followed a little girl and carried a big bag of things for her.I didn't have time to think about what was going on. Curiosity is the greatest natural enemy of human beings. I just followed her all the way until she took me into the ramen restaurant I used to go to. "You carry things for me, and I'll treat you to ramen." She turned around and said to me. It's a place I'm familiar with, although I haven't been back in a long time. I sat down at a table in the corner, and she ordered two bowls of beef ramen and sat across from me.Push one of the bowls in front of me.I added a handful of coriander to the bowl, she suddenly stretched out her hand, grabbed a handful of coriander from my bowl and put it into her bowl, then started to mix the noodles as if nothing had happened, and started to eat. "There are so many coriander here, why do you just grab the ones in my bowl?" I asked her. She chuckled and said, "You don't know, someone once told me that other people's things are always good." I was silent for a while, and then asked, "Is that right?" "Bala likes the ramen here very much." She said, "I met you and her here, but you sure don't remember." "Yes," I said, "I don't remember." "You went to see her that day, and it must have rained on the mountain," she said, "I've been wondering if you might catch a cold." "Why do you care about me?" "I won't tell you." She said this again. She lowered her head to eat her noodles, and while she was eating she raised her head and looked at me and said, "Why don't you move, didn't you say you were hungry?" I said, "I'm always like this. I'm very hungry, but I can't eat anything." She took a pair of clean chopsticks, stretched her arms, mixed the noodles for me, and said softly: "Eat quickly, the noodles won't taste good if they are soft." "What's your name?" I asked her. "Li Er." She said, "Muzi Li, add an ear next to the word Wang." "Is Yuta really your brother?" "No," she said. "Is that your boyfriend?" "I don't have a boyfriend." She said firmly, "I'm not in a relationship." "You know, I am very envious of You Ta. He has been admitted to Tsinghua University. That is my ideal." She comforted me decently: "Your school is not bad, not everyone can get into Tsinghua." I lit another cigarette and handed the pack to her.She shook her head and said seriously: "Smoking is bad for your health, you should smoke less." I bowed to her.Then I devoured a bowl of noodles. She took a tissue from her bag and handed it to me.If someone she recognizes comes in now, they will probably think that I have an ambiguous relationship with her, but she is very calm. I insisted on taking her home that night. She insisted on taking the small road behind the ramen restaurant. The houses beside the road had already been built, not to mention the street lights, and some small flowers and grasses were planted on both sides of the road, but except for the nearby residents, no one walked. many.I walked back and forth with her, and when we reached a place ahead, she stopped suddenly and asked me, "Do you remember this place?" "Remember." I said. wind blown summer (5) "That time you beat her here, I pulled you away." I suppressed the panic in my heart and teased: "If I beat you here today, who do you think will come?" "You won't," she said. "Why so sure?" "I won't tell you," she said. "Then let's try!" I grabbed her and she screamed softly in fright, but only softly, she didn't even try to push me away.This enigmatic girl, I had an impulse at that moment, I really wanted to kiss her, but I didn't, she was right, I couldn't do it, I really couldn't do it to her. I let go of her and said, "Let's go, brother will take you home." "There's no need to send it away. It's not far from my house. That's the building." She pointed to the front, then took the bag from my hand and said, "Zhang Yang, goodbye." She calls me Zhang Yang, as if I have known her for many years and are friends for many years. "Go!" I waved to her. I watched her walk forward, but she didn't go far, then she turned around and ran towards me, and said to me directly: "I want to know your phone number, mailbox, or QQ, whatever is fine." After speaking, she handed over a pen and a new notebook. I wrote her stroke by stroke under the street lamp, and she said thank you to me and left. hell! When I returned home that night, I found that Jiang Jiao's mother and daughter were there.My father was adding water to the teacups in front of them. It seemed that they had been sitting for a long time. "Hi." I greeted them as if nothing had happened.I haven't seen her for a few days, Jiang Jiao's new hairstyle is really messed up, like a chicken coop on top of her head, she painted purple eye shadow, the vulgar purple that I don't like the most.I miss that straight-haired Jiang Jiao in black and white school uniform, at least she at that time would not make me feel disgusted. "Zhang Yang, we are discussing with your father about you going to study in Beijing." Jiang Jiao's mother said, "He said he would not send you off, Jiang Jiao's father is also busy, so I will send you there alone. , our family has a house in Beijing, you can live there on weekends..." "Okay." I said with a smile. "Cockroach, have you eaten yet?" Jiang Jiao asked me. "Eat." I said. "What do you eat?" She always likes to break the casserole and ask the end. "Hand-Pulled Noodle." "How can ramen be nutritious!" Jiang Jiao's mother yelled, "Let's go, we haven't eaten yet, let's go out and have something to eat together. Recently, there is a new Sichuan restaurant that is good. It's on Yizheng Road, not far from here. Not far." "Let's go." Jiang Jiao dragged me. "I won't go." I yawned and said, "Standing at the counter all day today, I'm exhausted and want to sleep." "You're selling mobile phones again!" Jiang Jiao called out, "Didn't you be told not to go?" I glared at her and she shut up. "Auntie, sit down, I'm going to take a shower." After I greeted, I went into the bathroom with my undershirt.Jiang Jiao followed me to the door of the bathroom, and I asked her, "What are you doing, do you want to watch me take a shower?" She grinned and said, "What's the matter, it's not like I haven't seen it!" "Go outside and wait for me!" I said. She still stood by the door and did not leave: "Cockroach, are you still angry? If I didn't come to you, wouldn't you come to me?" "What did you say?" I pretended not to understand. "I just like your bad temper." She suddenly laughed, hugged me and said, "You really have a personality." Those clear eyes suddenly flashed in my mind.I pushed Jiang Jiao away with some difficulty, and coaxed her to say, "Okay, come out to accompany you after taking a shower!" She finally let go. That night, Jiang Jiao accompanied me to sleep on the narrow wooden bed in our house, and when the bed moved, it creaked.Jiang Jiao hugged me and refused to let go, and then she began to cry inexplicably, and the tears flowed onto the skin on my chest, itching.I still don't have any desires.She reassured me in turn, "It's okay, cockroach, we'll get out of here and everything will be fine, it's okay..." In her murmur, I fell into a deep sleep. I woke up in the middle of the night and found that Jiang Jiao was not asleep. She was sitting by the window of my hut, wearing my sweater, and smoking.The way she smokes looks sophisticated, but she has never smoked in front of me. I propped myself up halfway to look at her, her curly hair, and the outline of her face in the dark.I know that this wayward girl has given me a lot, and I know that she has been wronged for love. Hearing the noise, she turned around, and through the moonlight, I saw that she was crying, big and big tears, silently streaming down her face. "What's wrong with you?" I asked her. "I saw a shooting star," she said, "whoosh, and it's gone." I held out my hand and gestured for her to come over.