The early winter morning is like a short symphony, and people are stuck to go out. The wind cools down, people do not carry the cold, shrink their heads and fish around, or ride a battery car to take their children to school, or hurry to catch the bus, or start the car to prepare to leave the community. At this time, the caller to find someone to move the car, the parents urging the children, the car kept honking, the noise was intricately intertwined, setting a high note for the day, and quickly shattered into pearls, glowing with golden light.
Jerry, almost everyone in the shops on this street recognized this little boy who loved to eat sorbet. Every morning his parents drove him to his grandmother's house, he jumped out of the car and went straight to the store, buying a "little white rabbit" sorbet, or choosing a car, buying a box of plasticine, anyway, every day is not the same, or he will cry and roll in public.
This fall, Jerry turned four years old and went to kindergarten with a school bag, but he fell ill within a few days. This morning, his mother drove him to his grandmother's house as usual, and in the open space of parking on the side of the road, he ran to the front of the store, and saw a long-haired little white dog lying on the ground, shrugging his head and sleepy eyes, he suddenly felt very cute, and couldn't help but think of the neighbor's little Bomei, so he reached out to touch its head, muttering in his mouth, "Dog, obedient, I'll buy you something delicious." ”
Perhaps thinking that he had violated his territory, the little white dog stood up and gave him a counterattack, biting him, Jerry "wow" cried loudly, the sound was like several balloons bursting together, attracting the attention of people on both sides of the road. Seeing this, his mother, who came later, took him to the hospital for vaccination as soon as possible.
The little white dog is a stray dog, and another small black dog often frolics in front of the store, and many young people buy ham sausages and other casual feeds them. After this happened, I didn't see the little white dog for many days, as if something was missing in life.
Jerry, because he was injured and had to get five injections, he couldn't go to kindergarten, stayed at home and followed his grandmother, but he was very happy, like a naughty lark twittering non-stop, one moment shouting to go out to dig sand to play, the other to buy Ultraman toys. Whenever someone asked him why he didn't go to kindergarten, he pointed to the wound on his face, pointed to the injection place in his arm, and replied in an incomplete short sentence: "The little white dog hit me, I was injured, it hurts." "It's both funny and sorry to hear this.
Speaking of which, he learned the little white rabbit to sing, but changed the lyrics: "The little rabbit is obedient, open the door, the little white dog wants to come back, it's not cute at all." Perhaps embarrassed himself, he covered his mouth with his hands and giggled, and the thin autumn sun hit his face, like a ripe apple almost transparent.
At the end of the evening, Zichen's grandmother waited at the gate of the compound, seeing if she knew any acquaintances, so she stopped them and asked them to help her granddaughter check her homework or help with homework.
Grandma is over seventy, her hometown is in Henan, she originally rented a house here with her son's family of four, but at the beginning of the year, her son underwent a major operation, and he could not do heavy work, so he could only find another way. After the Mid-Autumn Festival, her son and daughter-in-law moved back to their hometown with their second eldest son, contracted a project locally, and made money to support the family, leaving only her and her granddaughter in Jinan.
Zichen is in the third grade, smart and smart, lively and active, climbing up trees and climbing high, like a leather monkey. Some time ago, I met her and her classmates climbing on the roof of the hut to pick pomegranates in the afternoon and teaching people to pinch their sweat.
In the past, every weekend, you could always see her crazy figure in the compound, her hair was disheveled, riding a scooter, whistling left and right, disappearing between buildings in a blink of an eye, like a whistle with its own child's voice, high and low, pleasant to the ear, instantly turned into white bird feathers, floating towards the blue sky. Because at this time, Dad was sleeping at home, Mom was selling department stores, Grandma was watching her brother at home, no one cared about her, she had fun.
Since her parents returned to their hometown, they have never seen Zichen again, and they can no longer hear her whistle high and low, and she is locked up at home to write homework and make up homework. Grandma said to everyone: "I didn't have a job before, now I stare at her every day, but I'm old and useless, and I have no culture, so I can't get her homework!" ”
Later, I heard from others that Zichen's parents divorced shortly after returning to their hometown. I can imagine Zichen's eyes as he immerses himself in homework and the lonely gaze standing in front of the window.
She is still a child, and the absence of her parents is a kind of loneliness, not being able to play with her friends is a kind of loneliness, and being dependent on her grandmother is a kind of loneliness. She didn't know what loneliness was, but when childhood became a single color, loneliness would be as thick as night and bitter as coffee.
Once I gave her a good-looking literary and creative pencil to encourage her to study hard, she held it in her hand and said with a smile: "I have to surpass my mother when I grow up, otherwise I can't get married!" ”
These words precipitated and fermented in my heart, and I told myself that the next time I saw Zichen, I would definitely have a hug with her.
After 10 o'clock in the evening, the corridor was silent, only the takeaway person occasionally walked by, "Your takeaway has arrived, please open the door." ”
The male host of the door tenant is a takeaway guy who sleeps at home during the day and delivers the late-night canteen, and on this day he just went out on the front foot and knocked on the back foot.
"Yixuan, if you don't come out again, I won't let you go home." The man called his son's name, his tone full of impatience.
After a moment, a little head came out of the house, and said with a hippie smile: "I'll play for another 5 minutes, just 5 minutes." ”
As if he had touched the man's bottom line, he amplified his voice and said, "If you don't sleep, people still have to sleep." Less instigated, go home! The last two words dragged the metallic texture and smashed an empty echo in the hallway.
Yixuan ran out of the house with his school bag, and ushered in another scolding: "Stop, say goodbye to your aunt?" ”
"Byebye, see you tomorrow..." Seeing the hostess pulling slippers out to see off the guest, the man said slightly apologetically, "Disturb the rest, no need to send it." Saying that, he took his son's hand and stomped upstairs.
Yixuan, in the first grade of elementary school, is a classmate with the girl from the opposite family, and the two are inseparable. Previously, the Yixuan family rented a house on the front floor and lived on the roof. Before heating, we moved one upstairs and they rented it.
The day of the move was as festive as a festival, and Yixuan danced happily, running up and down to help the adults carry things. I heard him say to the little girl, "I've moved eight hundred times, do you think I'm good?" The two laughed, turned around and ran to the house to play a game.
From the day they moved in, the two went to school and out of school together, went to the small dining table to write homework together after school, returned home to play games and hide and seek together, and their whispers echoed in the corridor, very light, very light, like colorful bubbles that burst when touched, charming and colorful.
The Austrian poet Rilke wrote in his memoir, The Handbook of Marthet: "I clearly saw that childhood was an infinite reality. If I insist that my childhood is over, then my future will abandon me at the same time. ”
Four lovely children, like four childish flowers, slowly blooming in the sun and rain, let me see my childhood, just like the past that happened yesterday, I took it apart with my own hands, I couldn't help but blur my eyes, like a white rabbit milk candy melted by the years, drop by drop, but I no longer had the courage to stretch out my tongue to lick.
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