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Hello everyone, I am Wen Hai's little brother. Let me share one with you. Not to say that it is the best on the whole network, it can also be said that it is the most attentive small composition on the whole network.
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It's a childhood story.
On the eaves of my hometown, there is a wind chime hanging. When the wind blows, it will sound.
That wind chime was made for me by my grandfather when I was young, and in that poor little mountain village, the wind chime may be something that makes my friends envious. It didn't look good at all, because my grandfather didn't have a good hand. But its voice is long. It's like the sound of a bell in a Zen temple or a camel's bell in the desert. The wind chimes in the city are exquisite and the sound is crisp. And my wind chimes, so ugly.
There is also a black cat in the hometown. I can't remember when it came to live in this village, but since I can remember, it has often come to my house to beg for food and drink. It wandered for a long time, its fur was still shiny, and its yellow-green eyes were shining. I wanted to get close to it, but its lonely figure never came close to me. It's the Elvis presley in this village, and even the dogs can beat it. Whenever it came, it would stand on the eaves and shake the wind chimes very loudly.
At this time, I would run out to see, and then proudly shout in the yard: "Elvis is coming, Elvis is coming!" "I wish the whole village knew that Elvis had come to my house. Grandma never had any good feelings for it. Throw some leftover steamed buns at it, and put a small bowl of water, even if it is sent off. Elvis Presley will only let go of his dignity at this point.
Grandma bought more than twenty chickens at the market, and the family was ready to raise chickens. The weak chickens died prematurely, the strong chickens grew up slowly, and their nests were moved to a small iron house in the yard.
It was dark inside, just enough for twenty chickens to lie down. One night, it was very quiet outside the courtyard, and there was a sound of creaking and crackling sounding from time to time. The next morning, grandma went to the chicken coop to look at it, and suddenly found that there were two fewer chickens. Xu is that last night the chicken nest really happened something big, some of the remaining chickens did not even dare to walk, a long time passed, before they dared to go out of the chicken nest one after another. "The weasel eats." Grandma said. In the days that followed, the coop was calm and the flock slowly returned to normal. Curiously, Elvis hadn't been here in those days.
A few days later, the chickens lost a few more. This time more was lost than the last time, and one had its leg broken in the nest. This can make Grandma angry. "Weasels can't catch so many chickens at once." She hid behind the door that day to see who had stolen the chicken. Until the middle of the night, I didn't see any movement in the chicken coop. After four days and nights, I didn't see any chicken thieves. Grandma was too tired to keep it. I stayed for my grandmother for a week, but I found nothing. The storm seems to have passed.
Days passed, and Elvis didn't come, and the wind chimes on the eaves didn't ring loudly. I asked Grandma if Elvis Had Elvis been here in the past few days, and Grandma always said leave the stinky cat alone, there was no use except for food. That night, I went to bed very late. When I was getting ready to wash up, I suddenly heard ten chickens in the yard shouting loudly, and the sound of wings flapping, very messy, very messy. Surely the chicken thief is coming! I had the courage to run outside the door to see what was going on.
So I looked at the chicken thief. The eyes, yellow-green, shone brightly. Stunned, surprised, incredulous, in an instant, all the complicated feelings rushed into the heart. From staring to running away, it takes less than three seconds.
Those were the eyes I knew best.
It's Elvis Presley. Because of my sudden appearance, it only stole one chicken this time. Should I be happy to see it after many days, or should I be sad to see it on that occasion? The next day my grandmother found that there was one more chicken missing from the house, but I did not tell her about that night, but said that the chicken thief would definitely not come. Grandma thought I was just comforting her. But I always felt that Elvis would not come and steal chickens again. But what the hell is it eating chicken for?
Then it really didn't come. Along with her disappeared, and that wind chime. Since it left, the wind has been getting stronger, but no wind chimes have been heard again. The weather is cold, it is winter, and the charcoal fire at home is also burning. Chinese New Year's Eve day, Grandpa killed two chickens. I stared at the two dead chickens for a long time and thought of Elvis Presley.
The next year, Elvis was gone, as if the world had evaporated. The eaves are no longer wind chimes, only birdsong. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons change, the time is long, I forgot about the cat. After the Chinese New Year's Eve of the second year, in the early spring of the third year, the weather warmed up, but the chill still did not fade. One morning, Grandma was on fire in the house.
She used long scissors to clip the briquette out, and then poked out the cinder that was about to burn out inside. Suddenly, there was a scream of "meow" behind the stove. This sound, I can't be more familiar with. Almost reflexively, I got up from my stool and ran to the stove. Sure enough, it was, Elvis Presley. But where else did Elvis Presley look like that year? It was already skinny and its coat was no longer shiny. Most importantly, Grandma stabbed this scissors down, and it actually stopped breathing, and her eyes never opened again.
Grandma threw her body out. I picked it up, and the Body Temperature of the Elvis had not yet faded. At this moment, I finally approached it, but it was already a void body. My dear Elvis Presley, why have you been reduced to such a point?
The next day, I sneaked out with my family on my back, took the already stiff body of Elvis Presley, climbed up the hill I used to go, found a flat place, and buried it.
I thought that from now on, I would never have any more intersection with Elvis Presley. The spring wind is so strong, but the sun is still hot. I sat in front of the window of the cabin and read a book. There was a wind chime outside. The sound is long. It's like the sound of a bell in a Zen temple or a camel's bell in the desert. It sounded the same as the wind chimes of the past, and it was so close to me now. I couldn't help but look out the window —
It was a shiny black-and-white cat, standing on the eaves, looking out over the hill I used to go to. Hanging around my neck was the wind chime that my grandfather had made by hand. What attracted me the most was its yellow-green eyes, shining brightly.
On the eaves of my hometown, there used to be a wind chime. It only rings when the wind blows.
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