Chapter 12 11.

11. These memories may have really made people lose their sense of order and linearity.I know I'm getting closer to those truths.The closer I get, the more confused I become. I can't tell which things happened first, and which people left my sight first, but I know that I was twelve years old, in 1993, and a few more Yue really became a middle school student and could wear new school uniforms, and the school would no longer be next to the old house on Wanhangdu Road.I'm sorry that I have told so many ridiculous childhood memories but never told you the answer.I went back there on my bike yesterday and it was the same as before.That year, the eldest son of the family on the ground floor of No. 22 next door opened a ramen shop at the entrance of the alley. I often saw him squatting next to the gutter and washing the chicken feather leaves in the plastic bucket with a rubber hose that came out.He was very fat, so when he squatted on the ground, his crappy suit pants fell down desperately because he didn't have a belt, revealing half of his fat buttocks, and he didn't even know it.The ramen shop has now become a small shop selling spare fabrics, but he still lives there, and he hasn't gotten fatter, but his hair is cut short as if he is really getting old.When he saw me, a weak and uncertain smile suddenly appeared on his doughy face, but he quickly retracted it.He probably recognized me, and an old man who was drying clothes on the balcony asked me: "Are you the granddaughter of the Xu family? Is your grandfather okay now?" He used to have a granddaughter who was as old as me. I study in the class next to me, and it is said that I have gone to Japan to get married now.He's a bit out of his mind because he doesn't remember that Grandpa died when I was ten and his memory is out of order.Fifteen years on, it seems they intend to put down roots here for generations.After the vegetable market at the entrance was demolished, hordes of homeless mice flocked here.A man with a familiar face came out from behind a door in slippers, holding a limp dead mouse with its intestines hanging out with tongs.There was a shudder in my body.All this dragged me back like a curse.I still remember the last golden days, after which it was a dead fog.I'm that damn lazy Tang Xiaoxi, trapped by Mr. Mouse in a port where no boats will ever set sail.It's been too long, and I'm gradually losing patience.