Chapter 31 second quarter

I don't know why, but I always think of something recently. No, probably not really a flashback yet.It's just that sometimes an image pops up in the back of your mind by chance. It is white light. My family opened a non-staple food store in a desolate commercial street. It was a store-cum-residential house. Until I graduated from university and became a teacher and started living alone, my room was always on the second floor.It seemed to be this room that saw the light.In the hazy scenery, my body is very small, not yet at the level of a dynasty.For some reason, he looked at the ceiling.There was a sound behind the ear, the sound of metal clashing.Not the sound of scissors in a barber shop, but the sound of something larger colliding with each other.When I was thinking about it, there was something moving around me. — Light is everywhere.First is the windows.wall.Lift one hand up to your eyes, and feel that your hand is also glowing.

Unbelievably, my room only has windows facing north, so there will be no sunlight no matter in the morning or evening.So is it night?Is it the ceiling lamp that shines?But that doesn't account for the light from the windows.Maybe that wasn't my childhood room, but somewhere else?Such as hotels, wards.Judging from the brightness of the light, it is not a fluorescent lamp for household use. This image came up so often it was uncomfortable, and at one point I tried calling my mother. ——It must be a dream. —— Mother's answer was simple.Then she said that a guest was coming, and immediately hung up the phone.

The light image just now reappeared.After the class meeting, when walking towards the teacher's room in the corridor full of students in twos and threes.what is it?Is it a real memory?Or is it just a memory of a dream like my mother said?Haven't seen it before.I just started seeing it recently—a little before Chu Xia got sick and was hospitalized. "Ah, Mr. Heng Island." When I was about to enter the teacher's room, I met Mr. Tsuneshima, who was in general affairs.When I remembered the business and came to talk to him, the light I saw before disappeared. "Have you finished engraving Yabushita-san's seal?"

"seal?" The hunchbacked Mr. Heng Dao stroked his beard, which became conspicuous after three o'clock in the afternoon, and stretched his head with a puzzled expression on his face. "Did you... let me engrave a seal?" "Yes, I said that today there is a child who changed his surname, please engrave a new name stamp..." Teacher Heng Dao opened his mouth wide and patted his tanned forehead. "Today is the first day, no, I forgot to go to the seal shop to pick it up. Oh, I made a mistake. Do I want it now?" "Tomorrow morning is fine."

"Then I'll pick it up from the store when I get home. I'll leave it to you tomorrow." After finishing speaking, Mr. Heng Dao let out another ah, and patted his forehead with his hand. "No, I will rest tomorrow. Someone in my hometown passed away. He took funeral leave and will not come back until the day after tomorrow. I have to leave in a while, and there is not enough time to go now..." The last words became a soliloquy, and he crossed his arms and thought. "I'll go get it." "Huh? That's so embarrassing, not good not good."

"It's the seal shop opposite the Children's Park. It's not too far away, so it doesn't matter." Although I have never been to that store, I still know the place. "But...that's it." Mr. Heng Dao unexpectedly and easily agreed, so I took the new seal of the dynasty. I left the school gate with my handbag, and against the background of orange clouds, red dragonflies were flying in groups.After taking the class, I often work overtime until night, and it has been a long time since I came out of school at this time.I have to go back to the staff room to get the seal back. There are several documents that must be processed, but I am still excited about this short walk.When I was a child, I was asked to go home to pick up something because I forgot something. On the way back, the streets I usually passed by suddenly looked different, which was really incredible.Just like back then, everything that caught my eye was novel.

Admiring the red dragonfly while walking, I remembered what happened when I went to the hospital to visit my father who was hospitalized.I took my three-year-old brother on the way home, usually in such evenings.The beauty of the setting sun is breathtaking.The smell of mud and grass floated on the river embankment passing by on the way when the sky was clear.Until my father's illness worsened, I always walked on the road humming softly.I don't know why I always blurt out nursery rhymes, and my younger brother who is in sixth grade laughs at me for being too old-fashioned. Fifteen is the age of the students in my class five years from now.It always feels weird to think about it that way.While not completely incomprehensible, it is still unimaginable.The girls in my class wore fashionable clothes to school, nail polish and colored lipstick after school and on holidays, and some even had cell phones.But the mind is still a child.I have experienced this for half a year.I can't control myself for a little thing, and I don't know how to respect other people's feelings.Even looking like an adult, inner growth is as difficult as ever.

When I was halfway on the way to the seal shop, I found the red dragonfly doing a wonderful thing. A car was parked next to a house on the side of the road.The hood reflected the setting sun in my direction.On the hood, two red dragonflies are shaking.One bobs up and down like a dance, and the bottom one presses its slender belly against the hood.I wanted to know what they were doing, so I looked up and saw that a lot of white things fell down where the red dragonfly passed. "It's an egg." Suddenly someone spoke.When I looked back, it was probably a student from another elementary school, and a boy I had never seen before was looking at me proudly.

"Red dragonflies sometimes lay their eggs on such a shiny flat place, mistaking it for the surface of water." The innocent face was excited with the desire to continue talking. "You know a lot." I bent down to look at him. "I'm studying insects." "Want to be an entomologist in the future?" I said it half-jokingly. "That's right." As if asked about tomorrow's arrangements, he replied calmly. "Uncle said that there are many types of insects, so there is a lot to learn. No matter how much you learn, you can't finish it. It's very interesting."

"Is uncle studying insects?" "It's not my uncle, but the uncle by the river." For a split second I didn't understand what he was saying.It seems that "uncle" is not his relative. "That man taught us to dream bigger and better, so I decided to become an entomologist. Because I love insects." I nodded in response to the boy, and remembered my dream.Childhood dream.Become a "female teacher".Crying and laughing with the kids in a drama-like relationship.Now this dream has not even found a way to realize it, so it is half-deadly buried in the bottom of my heart.

"I'm studying now. Someone gave my sister a book about insects." "Uncle bought it?" "No, it's mom." After speaking, he suddenly showed a very lonely look. "Because uncle was taken away by the police." Suddenly he said something dangerous. "Did something bad happen?" He pursed his lips and nodded. "He went to the police by himself. It was said on the news. After reading the news, my sister and I knew what was going on. Although we were relieved, we were very sad." What the hell is he talking about?Red dragonfly again, police again, news or something... As I was looking for an answer, he looked at the red dragonfly on the hood, then back to me after a while and said: "If the dream is too small, it will keep spinning, like a golden beetle." "Bronze flower beetle..." I don't understand more and more.My mind was full of doubts, and when I looked at the other party at a loss, the mobile phone in the bag rang.The boy whose goal was to become an entomologist made an exaggerated adult gesture, motioning for me to answer the phone, then nodded to me, and walked along the path illuminated by the setting sun.The silhouette-like back suddenly became happy on the way.He quickened his pace and finally disappeared. I turned my eyes to the direction where the teenager disappeared, and turned on the phone, which showed the school number. "I am so sorry to keep you waiting." "Ah, I'm Yangui." It's the teaching director.The tone is serious. The dean told me to go to the place he said immediately. "The Yabushita dynasty is in trouble." I also know the home of the old man Tokioka mentioned by the teaching director.It was in the local edition of the newspaper last week.But the protagonist of the report is not the old man Shioka, but his family dog.For the little wild cat that got lost and walked into the yard, Tokioka's dog nursed it. Not long ago, the principal talked about this report at the morning ceremony of the whole school. ——Don’t do things that discriminate against others or protect others—— The teaching director said that the dynasty wanted to kill the kitten today. "Kill?" "That's what I said. I should have gone too, but now I can't get away."