I liked graffiti when I was a child, and I showed my talent for painting when I was eight years old. Because I think I may become a painter when I grow up, so that I can leave the countryside where my ancestors lived. My father went to great lengths to send me to the Children's Palace in the city to study art.
At that time, my home was far from the city, so I could only live in a distant uncle's house. The teacher who taught me at that time was surnamed Zhang. When he learned about my situation, he took good care of me. As there was no shuttle bus, Teacher Zhang gave me an idea. He pointed to a little girl and told me that her home was close to where I lived. He asked me to follow her after school so that I wouldn't get lost. It was a girl about my age, as thin as a yellow flower in late autumn, wearing a flowered skirt, and there seemed to be some faint smiles hidden in her small eyes. Her face is surprisingly white, like clear snow in the winter morning, which makes me dare not look directly at it for a long time.
From then on, every time after school, I followed her slowly, pulling away about 50 meters. It seems that children understood the difference between men and women at that time, so we didn't say a word. I just followed her timidly, scanning the bustling streets and clinging to her back, for fear of losing her figure and losing my way back. She always wears that floral skirt, and the light blue background is covered with many yellow flowers, like a pool of autumn water reflecting the blue sky and full of chrysanthemum petals. She seems to be afraid of losing me, too. She always deliberately slows down when there are many people or on the street corner so that I won't lose my goal.
It was early summer, and I gradually became attached to her thin and beautiful image during dozens of days of follow-up. The streets are full of passers-by, but all I can see is light blue with light yellow flowers. Although I have gradually developed a lot of affection for her, I have never known her name, and I dare not look straight into the smiling eyes on her snow-white face. I just stared at her figure closely, watching two braids dancing on her back and watching the light blue skirt fluttering in the wind. Sometimes she will inadvertently look back at me, and I feel as if I have been spied on the secret of my heart and my face is secretly red.
One day, many other students went to sketch, and Teacher Zhang only left me and her to practice sketching in the basement. The light reflected on many plaster statues, glowing with soft white light. Her face is as white as suet and almost transparent in the light; Like a pear flower in the sunset, it is warm and elegant. At that time, I couldn't help glancing at her side face while doodling on paper with charcoal pen. The room is so quiet that I can even hear my own heartbeat. In this way, I gradually fell in love with it, as if that moment was the most beautiful scene in my life.
Just when I was crazy, the power went out suddenly in the room and it was dark all around. At that time, the darkness that was opaque was a great fear for me when I was a child. Just when I was at a loss, I felt a soft little hand touch my fingertips and hold my trembling hand. I think she was scared at that time, so she came to me for help to fight against the boundless darkness. Her hand gave me great encouragement, so I became brave. Instead, I grabbed her hand and led her to touch the wall slowly. Her hand is weak and boneless, slightly cold, but it is extremely useful to hold it in my hand.
Later, I stopped studying art for many reasons and never saw her again. Although I didn't say a word to her and didn't know her name, she left me a good memory.
Second,
In the fourth grade of primary school, a special girl came to our class and said that she was especially because she was four or five years older than us, almost fifteen or sixteen years old. Her name is Wang. It is said that she is an orphan. She used to mix with some hooligans in the city, and was later taken in by the Civil Affairs Bureau and arranged to live in a nursing home in our hometown. By the way, she came to study in our school.
She sat in the last row of the classroom, separated from me by a narrow aisle. Because there have been rumors about her in our class for a long time, everyone secretly said that she was an immoral little girl hooligan, so the students kept her at a respectful distance. No boy or girl wants to play with her, even if any boy says something to her, he will be laughed at by his classmates and said that he was seduced by her.
Her hair is light yellow in the dark and has a ponytail at the back of her head. Her eyes are big, the corners of her eyes are slightly bent downward, and her eyelashes are very long. When she blinks, her eyelashes will flap up and down, just like the wings of a butterfly among flowers. Her seat is very close to me, and I can easily smell the balsam on her face, which is very fragrant, like the fragrance of apricot flowers in spring. She may be unrestrained, she always slips away in class, and sometimes she turns her head and sticks out her tongue at me with a wry smile. With a wary heart, I sat down, my muscles were tight, and I didn't dare to tilt my head slightly to her side for fear of being seduced by her. Perhaps my nervous appearance aroused her interest, and she became more unscrupulous. Sometimes when the teacher turns to write on the blackboard, she secretly reaches out her arm and pokes me with a pencil.
I felt greatly teased and insulted, so I suddenly turned my head and gave her an angry look. When she saw me, she couldn't help laughing, which attracted the attention of her classmates and turned to us. I blushed to the root of my neck, as if I had really been seduced by her hooligan. The teacher seems to have nothing to do with her, but simply reprimanded her and continued her class.
One day after school, I walked home with several male classmates. Wang walked in front of us, only forty or fifty meters away from us. When she turned around and saw us, she stopped, smiled and waved to us and said that she would take us to play. We are all very angry. This is obviously a blatant temptation to us. Who will play with female hooligans? So we took advantage of the crowd and rushed forward to catch up with her and taught her a lesson. But we are too far apart. When we started chasing her, she also turned around and ran forward, running faster than us. When she was running, the "ponytail" in the back of her head swung up and down happily, which seemed to provoke our eyes.
We can't catch up with her. When we were on our knees panting, she stopped again and waved to us with a smile. After repeating this several times, we completely gave up the idea of teaching her a lesson. We only agreed that Qi Xin must work together to beat her when we go to school tomorrow morning, and vowed that whoever doesn't beat her will not be seduced by her or a bad person.
I got cold feet and was late the next morning. After entering the class, the students gathered around and said that they had taught Wang a lesson, but I didn't attend. At this time, a classmate handed me a broom, pointed to Wang and told me to play. Wang has obviously been beaten by them, sobbing silently on his desk, his shoulders moving. I hesitated, and when I saw her crying, I couldn't bear to hit her. While I was hesitating, I was pushed to Wang's desk by those laughing classmates. Wang suddenly looked up, his face covered with tears, like pear flowers with rain, very pitiful. She stared at me with sad eyes, but her expression was calm, obviously waiting for me to hit her with a broom. I was so scared that my legs shook. I had the courage to hit her. Finally, I lost my broom and ran back to my seat. The students burst into laughter and sarcastically said that I was Wang's accomplice and was hooked by her. I blushed and couldn't say a word. At this time, Wang turned to look at me, his tearful eyes were full of thanks, but he looked a little naughty.
Soon after, Wang disappeared. First of all, someone from the nursing home came to the school to find her, saying that she had not gone back to live for two days. The school was also anxious and reported it to the village, which in turn reported it to the Civil Affairs Bureau. We don't know where she went in the end anyway.
Her seat is always empty, and sometimes I look there inadvertently. Once, in a trance, I felt that she was still sitting there, making cute faces at me and sticking out her shy tongue, but I turned my head and there was only an empty table with only a thin layer of dust on it.
Until now, I sometimes think of her suddenly. I guess: maybe she was used to being careless and couldn't adapt to the life at school at that time. Her classmates and teachers were unfriendly to her, full of vigilance and boredom, so she felt bored and sneaked back to the city to play with those gangsters again. Whenever I think like this, I am full of regret and sadness. I can only secretly wish her peace and hope that she will be safe now, no longer displaced, and someone can be trusted to live a stable life.
Third,
My elder sister-in-law is married far away. I went to her house once in the summer when I was sixteen, and lived there for a summer vacation.
When I went, my aunt had just asked the carpenter to make a high and low cabinet with two blank boards that needed to be painted with patterns. Because my elder sister-in-law knew that I could paint, she bought paint for me to paint. I drew a picture of Lijiang River on a big wooden board, and a picture of Huangshan welcoming pine on another smaller wooden board.
The next day, many people in the village gathered at my aunt's house to see my masterpiece and praised me for having such talent at an early age. I must be a painter when I grow up. I was complacent and forced to pretend to be modest. At that time, there was a young girl with adoration in her eyes and she was very excited. In her eyes, I am already a painter. She is Gu Ling, a distant aunt of my cousin. Although she is only one year older than me, I have no choice but to call her Gu Ling with my cousin.
On the same day, Gu Ling invited me to her home and took out a large notebook with many embroidery patterns she collected. She handed me a pile of transparent paper and asked me to help her trace the patterns on it. This is an extremely simple job for me. Just cover the pattern with transparent paper, and then draw it with a pencil according to the lines and contours that pass through.
When I was sketching, Gu Ling stood behind me, holding a round flower bed in one hand and an embroidery needle in the other, embroidering several gorgeous peonies and two flying yellow butterflies. Every time she embroiders a few stitches, she can't help looking down at the pattern she drew for me. Her hair is long and soft, and when she bowed her head, it just fell on my bare neck, itchy, like a flower caterpillar crawling lazily around her neck; Her hair still smells of jasmine soap. She is so close to me that I feel like I am standing next to a jasmine flower. A wisp of fragrance permeates around me and gets into my nose. This taste is fresh and elegant, and I like it very much, so I will inevitably slap my nose a few times secretly.
At that time, my sister's village often took turns showing open-air movies. It will be shown in this village today and in the next village tomorrow. Every time I get the news that a movie will be shown in a village at night, children from other villages will go to that village in advance and come back with stars after watching the movie.
I watched movies with Gu Ling five or six times. She refused to come to my aunt's house directly, but every time my cousin and I walked out of the village, we happened to meet her under an old elm tree. I can't help asking, "Does Gu Ling go to the movies, too?" She also inevitably replied, "Yes, what a coincidence!" So we hit the road together. Now I know that there are not so many coincidences in the world. The so-called coincidence is just a person's careful choice.
At the movies, I stood side by side with her, only half a foot away. My cousin, only ten years old, moved two bricks and sat in front of us. The light reflected by the curtain reflected on her face, making her face as white as jade. I can inadvertently see the fine hairs on her face and a mole the size of a grain of rice on her mouth. She seemed to feel that I was spying on her, but she didn't speak or turn around. Her eyes were still looking at the curtain in front of her, but the corners of her mouth tilted slightly, and the mole jumped wittily.
The summer vacation will be over soon. When I left, she secretly gave me a white handkerchief with two bees embroidered on one corner, one on the petals and the other flying in the air. She asked, "Are you still coming?" I replied, "Come back next summer vacation."
But I didn't go in the second summer vacation, and I didn't go in the third summer vacation. I have lost my handkerchief embroidered with two bees. It was not until ten years later that I had a chance to visit my elder sister-in-law again. I asked my cousin about Gu Ling and learned that Gu Ling was married, married to a far-away village and had two children. Hearing this, although I feel a little sad, I feel more relieved. It seems that one thing has been settled, it seems that it has been experienced, and it seems that it is just a short sleep.