At dawn, the sun couldn't wait to climb up my face and kiss my cheek. The warm breath woke me up. I waved it away. It was indifferent, just turned its back on it, and it hugged me.
It was cloudy yesterday and I didn't come. At noon, it began to rain in Mao Mao. It is predicted that the temperature will drop below zero tonight. The days below zero are winter, and winter is the season of snow. The sky is flying and the elves are dancing. Especially in the snowy night, I fell leisurely by the light of street lamps.
The snowflakes under the street lamp swish, row after row, and pass by in a hurry. There are new footprints in the snow. A person is walking under a street lamp, with long shadows extending under his feet. He creaked on his own shadow until it became a point under his feet. The man stopped and looked down at his feet. Is this me? Shorten your shadow step by step on such a snowy night? He talked to himself. Further on, the shadow followed him, getting longer and longer until he stood under another street lamp.
Light and shadow have changed. From morning till night, they will never be the same. The color temperature changes from low to high and then from high to low. In this way, the world will have color. Color dresses up the world, and the world has vitality. Roses are red, chrysanthemums are yellow, but leaves are green.
The leaves in the Great Northern Wilderness are different. After the autumnal equinox, first frost came early, and the dew condensed into frost. A glistening layer, like snow instead of snow, was more like frozen ice particles. The fog froze. In early winter, maple leaves fall and the grass grows. In the morning sunshine, the stars twinkled last night and fell to the ground like a dream.
I've been in a trance these days, and I'm inexplicably lazy. Maybe it's the last ray of warm sun after autumn, not a feeling of being hot and sleepy. Everything looks listless in spring and autumn.
There is no one in the corridor of the hospital. Occasionally, nurses in a hurry whistle and blow. In the evening, the sun shone through the west window, dazzling a corridor. The floor and walls are yellow. Someone walked by, a long shadow, and that person walked into the light, just like an alien coming home in a movie.
I stood at the door of the ward, afraid to leave. I'm afraid that if I walk in, I'll never come back, or that everything will change after I come back. I'm still eighteen, but those young friends have been dead for many years. When they asked their neighbors, they were told that they were a legend. Their grandfather's grandfather once talked about it.
I don't know if there is a tunnel in time, and I don't know if I can go back. After all, adventures are rare. I don't think swimming is great. I always thought that it was a made-up story, which could trick the romance of adolescence and entertain the teenagers who love to dream, but it wouldn't convince me anyway. The white hair on the temples and the wrinkles on the forehead have long told me that the footsteps of the years have been moving forward.
Standing for a long time, my ankle is very uncomfortable, as if it is constantly swollen and I can't say anything. This time, she was admitted to the hospital because her heart was uncomfortable, and she was sedated because she was flustered in dancing. However, when the treatment results stabilized, my ankle went wrong again. If my heart is broken, I can get rid of two culverts. I can't walk if there is something wrong with my joints. Just kidding the doctor, is there a project to install wheels on the soles of your feet in your hospital? If your feet don't bend, we will play skating in the future.
"Slip?" The doctor smiled. "Do you think you are Nezha on wheels?"
Tota Li Tianwang's son is different from ordinary people. He has an uncle named Li Gang. Otherwise, how dare Nezha control the son of the Dragon King? Someone is behind the scenes. A pair of bonfire wheels, burning with flames, from heaven to earth, let them gallop in the flames.
I don't have that background. Stay in the hospital for a few days and run after the deposit is used up, preferably 300 thousand kilometers per second.
Thinking, the light in the corridor became stronger. I closed the door and went back to bed. The room was dark, and the corridor was bright before the light was turned on, but I was separated from it by a wall. Is light and darkness just because of a wall? I think so, too. The bright side knows the darkness of the dark side, and the dark side knows the light of the bright side. Demolition and renovation, from now on you can see all over the world.
two
I lost my appetite for two days, and the corridor of the hospital echoed with noisy voices. Perhaps two family members who take care of the patients met in a corridor and told each other about the patients at home. Sometimes, talking may really relieve the depressed nerve and mental pain.
My ears are messy, my eyes are closed, and my head is roaring, just like the grass at the foot of the mountain in autumn, countless grasshoppers and crickets, and some unknown grass insects, which are buzzing and have no rhythm. In late autumn, dim sunlight shines through the window, and there is a long edge on the floor. In the morning, they climbed in through the front window and lay prone on the floor. When they woke up, they slipped into the back corridor again. I am separated from the corridor by a wall. This side is the south and that side is the north. The light in the north is still dim, and the dim light is full of laziness. My weak body is too lazy to move. I just lie in bed and sleep with my eyes closed. In a daze, the day is over.
Lying lazily in the hospital bed, B-ultrasound CT films are flying around in my mind, and the little nurses are flying around, busy, taking injections to change the dosage and blood pressure.
On the third day, I eased up a little, and suddenly remembered a steamed stuffed bun shop on the street behind me, which I used to go to often.
The shop faces the street, which should be a building facing south. It has been renovated. With the appearance of the storefront, a door and a window, a red brick wall is still there, and several old willows are wriggling with branches in the morning light, which is even more attractive.
The road is bumpy, and the hospital and breakfast shop should not be far away, two blocks, about one stop away. Today's road is a little long, maybe it's fear. Probably this road is just a motorway, and there is no sign of the sidewalk. The roads in the city are also like 1989, and there are no sidewalks. Don't people walk? I clearly see office workers and students walking. At the end of this road is the school!
The road in the morning is very clean, and the lilacs on the roadside have long withered. The generous lilac wall is high, approach it, stroke its leaves and imagine the day when it blooms. By the way, this is Lilac Lane, which is always here in spring. There are flowers everywhere, gentle drizzle, dark asphalt road and rain. I'm looking forward to the girl with the oiled paper umbrella.
Once I introduced this place to a friend, and the friend asked, "What's the name of your steamed stuffed bun shop?" I was surprised, yes, I didn't remember its name, so I whispered, "It's probably called Bapaixiang, yes, it's Bapaixiang."
It is said that lilacs have five petals. I will be very lucky to see them. I met them this spring. I carefully identified them in a dense white powder. Sure enough, they are not very clear. I quietly hid in the flowers, secretly looking at you, laughing at the silly way I looked for you.
There are already many diners in the store, and there are also people waiting in line to take them home. A total of five tables, more than 40 square meters. There are some small dishes, drawers and sundries in the small area, so the real business area is running out. Fortunately, all the people who come here are repeat customers. They are used to the warmth here. The sun shines through the only window. The room is warm and peaceful, and the window faces east with light.
I wonder what kind of family this is. In a word, clean. Recently, I am fascinated by vegetarianism, Chinese cabbage vermicelli tofu, kohlrabi pepper and occasionally beef radish. The taste is the usual kind, steaming, millet porridge, mung bean porridge, milk soy milk, waiting in line, there is a seat, I quickly sat down, finished eating and walked away, and the people who just sat down seemed to go home.
Chinese breakfast is probably like this. A small house, hidden in a large lilac bush, is close to the roadside. Shopkeepers don't worry about customers, and diners don't worry about breakfast. They complement each other and get what they want.
Diners are mostly close neighbors, and some people come from afar like me. It is true that the smell of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley. The word "widely spread" is by no means a concept of modern marketers. If it can't be sold, it must have its disadvantages. Only by passing on the true tradition will you understand its charm.
When I first saw it, it was an accident. One day, I was walking in the Botanical Garden and met fat ya, a sunny woman. She invited me to breakfast. I smiled: "Love is not eating buns, is it?" She also smiled: "Hey, drunk brother, you are so smart."
Since then, like fat ya, I often introduce friends here. Maybe that's how diners come here, right?
Because of communication, you will have a reputation, which is different from fame. A good reputation is a lifetime, and it is a real kung fu. It is hard to say that it is famous. Today you are a guest, tomorrow you are a prisoner! The hype may not last long. Who doesn't want to be a century-old brand? Yes, many people just learned to grasp it today.
Looking back from the store, a weeping willow blocked half the facade. Only then did I see the signboard of Bajuxiang breakfast shop, which made me feel a little lost. There are no eight petals in this world, that's my dream. So what? What you want is to fill your stomach, and what I want is spiritual comfort, each with his own needs.
I have been thinking: outside the window, that beam of sunshine should be unique, right?