Chapter 9 Section VIII

This open space is triangular, so it is called Triangle Park. The open space surrounded by vegetation is a soil floor containing sand and gravel, on which there are horizontal bars, swings, sand pits, and a pile of hollow circular tubes made of concrete, on which a slide is built.The slide is light blue, and the round pipe is painted with red and yellow stripes, or yellow and green stripes. On the other side of the sandpit, there are concrete animal statues, also painted on the surface, and the light blue large Like, pink squirrels. A shadow suddenly passed across, and I looked up at the sky, and a bird that looked pure black was flying in the dusk-colored sky.Looking back, our shadows are gradually lengthening.

"It's almost time to go back." The one who speaks is always Xiao Yao. "Yeah," I agree, though honestly I want to keep playing. We left the park with schoolboy backpacks, gym bags, house shoe laces, and yellow handbags with their abacus exposed.Xiao Yao walked on the covered ditch outside the fence in the park, and I followed closely behind.The concrete cover is not tightly fitted, and there is a plopping feeling when stepping on it.On the other side of the road is the river, and there is a constant sound of trickling water.There is a small light blue bridge at the corner, Kaname will cross the bridge to the other side of the river, so we have to say goodbye there.

I looked around and decided to stop by my uncle.So I walked along the path in the shadow of the park by the edge of the field, turned a corner, and walked comfortably onto the avenue, lined with small-scale town factories on both sides. The center of the Huoshao cloud in the sky is orange-red, and the clouds are separated by white, black, and gray stripes. I am always in a good mood when I walk on this road.There is a unique smell and a unique music.Some factories kept playing beautiful melodies with a fast beat, and it didn't take long for there to be clang and clang factories.Although I don't know the word session yet, I already feel the feeling of enjoying music from here.

The next factory occasionally crackled with pale blue sparks. ——You can’t look at that, or your eyes will go blind. Because my uncle once taught me this way, when the factory sparks, I always run over quickly. The next factory was built away from the main road, and the open space in between was often parked with trucks and so on.If you break in, you will be reprimanded by the bearded man, so I have never seen what is going on in the factory.I always look there from afar, the concrete foundations are high, the buildings have no walls, like a station platform. As I walked, my uncle's factory came into view.Uncle's factory was bigger and noisier than the others, with many machines and many workers, always echoing with many voices.

"Hello." Although I greeted loudly, few people noticed me. (Although, why do children always have to wave their arms vigorously when they yell?) "Hello!" I changed my position and yelled again, finally an uncle noticed me and sent a message inside for me. "Hey, Soma. Here we come." The uncle grinned at me and turned to operate the machine again.Pull the lever, and something like a thick bearing descends, making a loud friction sound.I watched the scene. "Harmony." Uncle appeared from a side passage. Uncle Shosuke always wore gray work clothes and a hat in the factory, and his face was always dark.His dark face is only white when he shows his teeth when he smiles.

"come over." Uncle took off his gloves and waved to me. I looked up and watched him walk past, and he patted my head. I smell oil. "I still have something to do. You go to the office and wait for me." As he spoke, he took my hand and walked to the depths of the aisle. "You take care of this child." Entering the office through the back door, my uncle handed me over to an aunt and then returned to the factory. "You're here again, Heshi." "Hi, I'm sorry." I bowed my head to my aunt. "Well, hello. Sit here." As soon as the voice fell, the black phone rang, and the aunt immediately picked up the receiver.I sat on the wooden box as usual and watched the factory intently.

From the office, I can see my uncle at work up close.Uncle's machine, shaped like a box, was painted a mixture of green and milky white, the operating parts were black, and the joystick was shiny silver.There are many circular dials arranged on the machine, and the red hands inside vibrate slightly. I was fascinated. The elementary school bell that rang at the beginning was usually used as a preparatory bell. After a short pause, the factory's electric bell rang loudly.After hearing this sound, the worker performed a different operation than before, so the machine gradually stopped running.

Uncle stopped his work, opened the panel operation button, took out the oil pot from the corner, pulled out the rag, and finally looked at me after maintaining the machine, with an expression that seemed to say that he was finally off work. The workers left one by one, and some of them patted my head lightly.The appearance in the factory suddenly changed completely, and it was silent. "He Shi, go back." Uncle came over and took my hand. "Well, you have worked hard. I will take care of you tomorrow." Walking out of the dark corridor, it was already pitch black outside.The sound of work is still coming from the nearby factory.

"Does Kazumi like factories?" "Ok." "I like it too." Uncle said as he walked. "—I probably like the sound from the machine, which repeats at a certain frequency. Each machine has a specific sound. For example, high pitch, low pitch, sharp beat, and slow sound, because each machine has its own They have different purposes, so they make different sounds. By the way, it's just like human personality. Every machine has its own inherent purpose that other machines cannot imitate, so it has a unique sound. Click, click, click, click, click, click, this feeling."

These onomatopoeias were invented by my uncle, simulating the sounds of machines.I know exactly which machine each word corresponds to. "—That's right. Thinking about it, as far as human beings are concerned, each person has a unique personality. Although it is a matter of course, people usually don't pay much attention to it in their lives. When I hear the voices of these machines, I always I think that machines have their own unique sounds, and they are given different purposes when they are manufactured. So, similarly, for human beings, everyone must have their own inherent purposes, which are different from each other, so everyone will Communicating with each other and living together. It’s always incredible to think about it.”

To this day, I still remember my uncle thinking about incomprehensible things from his own perspective.But at that time, I seemed to understand what my uncle wanted to express in my own way.Personality or communication, although the individual meanings of these words are very obscure, but as a whole, they directly conveyed what my uncle wanted to express to my heart. So I nodded at every word my uncle said.Every time I take a step, the pencil case, abacus and other things will make a clicking, clicking sound in the backpack behind my back. My uncle and I held hands and walked on the way home at dusk.