"Can you come with us?" Two little girls walked up to the little boy and said. The little boy agreed. Why not? It's nothing anyway.
The little girl walked on arm in arm, ignoring the little boy. The little boy followed them at a distance. That street is not very long, but the plane trees on both sides of the street occasionally pass through street lamps. It seems that the whole street is full of shadows, swaying. Besides, there are few people on the road. The little boy feels quiet, while the little girl feels flustered and fast.
Two little girls, one named Apple, one named Face and the other named Lian, have a oval face. The same is true when I came back in tandem. I went back to the yard and went home without saying hello to the little boy. The little boy's grandfather lived at the door and watched the two little girls enter the yard and step into the house. Grandma asked, "Where are you from?" "I went to boil water with Ping and Lian!"
At that time, Chengdu burned coal and firewood, and when it needed boiling water temporarily, it went to places where there were tea shops or hotels to fight. That night, he felt a little strange, two little girls ...
The next night, in the street outside the yard, the little boy under the buttonwood tree met one of the little girls, Lian, who told him many things about another world he didn't know.
"I dare not accompany her to boil water alone, so I can only call you!"
"You don't know, there are bad people in the street. My sister is a singer. It's getting late. When I get home, bad people often follow me. It's really scary ... "At this moment, he realized what the little girl meant by calling him. He seems to feel that he has grown up and should have some responsibilities called men. So, he tried to pretend to be mature in front of her, always listening and rarely talking together. Let curiosity stand at a distance, hold your breath and listen.
I had a good time tonight and learned something about the girl world that he didn't know before, such as girls who cry, girls who laugh, girls with green oil on their heads and girls with lice.
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Lian is a girl who loves to cry secretly. Once, a carpenter who helped people repair buckets made fun of her and hid her chopsticks. When she returned them to her, she somehow lost a lion carved with chopsticks. Soon, several children came over and told the old carpenter,' You made people cry, pay for it!'
The little boy never saw her cry, and he didn't tell him about it when he saw him the next day. It's just that two little girls had an argument about one thing and came together to ask him, "Do you think the violin is better or the erhu is better?" They think he is older and must know more. In fact, he knows little about these two musical instruments, and the flute can still be spoken, but they just don't ask. After a moment's meditation, he tried to pretend to be mature: "How to put it, each has its own characteristics and styles, and all can be ..." Afterwards, I learned that Ping insisted on the violin and even thought the erhu was good. Lotus performed Xinjiang dance for him, and his head really seemed to have nothing to do with his neck. The secret is that he drew a beautiful arc near his chin. She showed him photos of her sister's costume and told some interesting stories about her. Once, when her sister was acting, she saw a man lose his mind. The servant girl knelt down to her again and again, fanned her head, and quickly reminded her:' Sing, sing'. If she continues to play, I'm afraid she will appear. She turned to a page of the photo album and pointed out to him, "This is my cousin." The little boy looked intently and saw that the girl in the photo was not very pretty. I can't say anything wrong, but it's not very beautiful anyway: "She used to be as beautiful as my sister. Really, I won't lie to you, but she became ugly after living in the countryside for a few years! " At this time, he knew that it was almost her life.
Every time we meet, Lian always has so many topics, such as school, family, how her mother asks her, and how strict her father is. Under that buttonwood tree, we always meet here every night. One day, it was the same buttonwood tree with dim lights. Lotus told him in dismay, "Some adults have already told us!" " "He was a little surprised." What are we doing? "
"Say that we don't want to watch and play together now, and the older two will definitely be in a pile in the future ..." Why are adults so powerful? How can the secret in the little boy's heart be made so clear by an unknown adult: "Who?" "I don't know, someone said it anyway." "How do you know?" "Ping came to tell me." Secrets can't be secrets. He was a little flustered and thought about it. He said to Lian, "Don't be afraid, the more people talk, the more they want to be together!" " "While speaking, he made the following determination. He can't stay away from her because others have spied his secret, and the little boy can't. He is used to the little girl nagging in his ear. Every bit of the little girl is in his heart.
There are strings of green grapes hanging on the vines in the yard, which were planted by her father. In the warm sunshine, green is sweet.
"How old are you?" The little boy asked.
"Twelve years old!" The little girl replied.
"I don't believe it," said the little boy. The little girl knows more than he does. He thinks she should be older. "Really twelve years old, I won't lie to you." The little girl blushed and almost cried. "I believe, I believe-"The little boy was a little embarrassed. "What about you?" "I am fourteen years old!" The little boy replied. "That I call your brother yo ..."
Like a grape hanging on a tree, he doesn't know that he will wait for maturity in the future. Pretending to be mature can't hide the naivety of age, and learn to play house like an adult. Maybe there is a bud between them, but he doesn't quite understand.
The buttonwood is still a dim light. With a promise, it really feels different. There are many beautiful things in the quiet night, but I didn't notice them before. Green grapes are waiting for the maturity of the warm sunshine in the sunset.
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Even the house is clean and tidy, and the furniture is spotless. Adults are usually very busy, and only she and her brother Mao Di stay indoors all day. In order to cook, she had to look for her brother everywhere. He sometimes helps her make a fire when she is playing at home. He can burn a wooden stove a long time ago. The way lotus washes the pot and cooks is very cute. She also cleans at home, which is what her mother asks of her.
She also told him some stories about how her cousin lived in the country, how her sister sang opera, and those dances were given to her by her sister. Lian is worried about her safety. I hope my sister can get a house when she goes to work, so I won't leave at night.
Happy autumn!
School is about to start, even the squadron leader in the class, two poles. She is in charge of the class wall newspaper. Time is tight when the manuscript is received. "Do what? There are so many things to do, "she said to the little boy with an anxious face. Lian is using a brush to paste the manuscript on the wall newspaper on white paper.
"You go and do something else, I'll do it!" So, under the grape trellis, there is a small square tree, and two children stand side by side, absorbed in their work.
A manuscript, with beautiful handwriting in the first half and rough and crazy in the second half, looks a bit like a cat's paw. In the past, the little boy thought his calligraphy was neat. Looking at Lian's handwriting, he felt a little embarrassed. The warm sunshine shines through the overlapping fences of grape vines, giving the underground a flickering light spot, and looking up. The dazzling sunshine makes you dizzy from time to time, and a string of green grapes will drop on the shelf.
He looked at it wistfully. "When I grow up, I don't know if I'm still here. Lotus said it would take some time to pick it. I really want to stay until then and see smiling lotus flowers every day. The little boy lives in the center of the city and walks for nearly an hour from two to two. When he got home, the little boy missed the little girl named Lian. Every week, he hopes that the little girl will appear. Once she came with the little boy's mother. The little boy's mother was in love and pointed to them and said, "You two have dug a small well in the courtyard dam! ""Lotus leaned back and sat down beside the bed.
"You and Poplar played well!"
"Oh, we had a good time!" Little Niang is a little complacent. The little boy felt a little uneasy when he was lit. He didn't escape, and he didn't escape.
I am a little angry when I think of some smelly things about myself. On that occasion, Mao Di went to see his brother, and there was only one lotus at home. When he was lonely, he felt very helpless:
"Come to my house to sleep!" She said to him. The little man still hesitated, silent:
"There is no one at home, only me ..." The little boy's heart finally moved, and he suddenly remembered that his underwear was rotten and ugly.
"No, no, I'm not coming!" He resolutely refused. The little girl will never know the real reason why the little boy refused.
Bah, broken underwear!
There is a group of ants shuttling back and forth in the mud, carrying their trophy, a dragonfly wing. The little boy picked up a small stone to block the hole, and then watched them run around the nest.
"Brother!" The little girl appeared in front of him.
Ah!
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The years passed inadvertently, and the school study stage ended. Lotus went to the countryside. In those days, when young intellectuals went to the countryside, their studies were distributed in a targeted way, and no one could escape. Since then, the two have lost contact. The boy went to the army and became a soldier. This feeling never dissipated in his mind. He asked his little mother to bring her a letter, but she didn't reply. My little mother didn't tell him he gave it to her. Until the day after demobilization, Lian suddenly appeared in his house and told him about her situation in recent years and told him that she had received it. She burst into tears: "Your letter came late ..."
Sincere feelings don't necessarily have results, things change, and life is not up to people.
Decades later, he wrote her a love poem:
Lost love (thoughts on visiting the poetry gallery of Huanhua Park)
I believe
I've been here, so have you.
Just never come to the same place in the same time and space again.
You won't know.
I'll never see you again
This is the pain of my life forever.
I was young then.
I don't know
I didn't understand until later.
With you, I will be happy all my life.
Without your company, I will suffer forever.