What is my ex-girlfriend Li Qiuping doing right now? I even hope that she can also dream of this little stream. Dream of a black stone arch bridge together, walking hand in hand across the bridge.
"I wondered how happy it would be. I told Zhong Zheng.
In this way, I carefully dreamed of my mother. She sat in a wooden chair and smiled easily at me. She smiled, laughed, and smiled very happily with a facial expression. It turned out that her old man was not dead, she was still alive. My mom is living a good life...... My mother's heart attack is now completely healed. I survived the first ten days of Dink's Harmonic Sect in a trance. At noon that day, I really received a letter from Dink-harmonic halfway through. I guess he must not have had time to get home, and the letter he wrote while staying in the hostel was short of time, so the number of words was very small, and it was only half a page. I didn't expect that, my heart was pounding, and I didn't panic. I sat very calmly at the head of the small iron bed and read the letter, and then looked back and again. In the end, I watched it five times in a row. He pursed his lips so tightly that he didn't read any sound at all. The mosquito net next to me gently stroked my forehead, rubbed against my cheeks, and swept casually over the corners of my eyes. I suddenly felt cold on my cheekbones, cheeks, and upper lip, and a tear slipped down and flowed down my lips. I inadvertently stuck out the tip of my tongue and licked it. There was a dog barking on the tractor road at the entrance of the material warehouse, probably attacking people. It turned out that a student came to me to get the materials, and he was busy for about 20 minutes. My tool storage and bedroom was quiet again.
I've been listening to the strong autumn wind rattling the eucalyptus forests. It's a bit deserted. I immediately sat down at the three-drawer table, resting my elbows on the three-drawer table, leaning diagonally next to the iron bed frame. I sat there for about two hours. My heart was beating normally. I can imagine that Dinkhorn had come home, sitting in those pillars of light at home, writing me a second letter.
Perhaps he stood up and walked out the back door, down the smooth stone ladder, and sat alone on the gray and black steps by the river, and continued to write. His son tadpole will not go to make noise.
It's been a long time since I've been in the courtyard and seen Little Lilac, and I'm afraid to see him, because I always think of the boy, and thus of Dink. Maybe the little tadpole looks at his dad completely different, just a stranger, and doesn't want to deal with Dink's harmony at all. My best friend repeatedly insisted that I should send the letter back to the address on the envelope, and to send the letter to his eldest brother in the iron pot factory, and to hand it over to the eldest brother as much as possible, and if it was sent to my home, I was afraid that sometimes I would not receive it. If the careless postman doesn't make it, he will lose the letter, and besides, it is safe to send the letter to the factory, and the time to receive the letter will be much faster. I received two letters in quick succession, and if I had found a treasure, I took them out and read them again, and then read them again, and finally I could almost memorize them.
I don't know how many times I've read those two letters, but I carefully put them away, put them in the only wooden box, and hide them with a lock. After dark, knowing that I would not be disturbed any longer, I sat down on the edge of my bed and began to write a reply that was five pages long. The next morning I took it and handed it to the correspondent old von Berto, who sent it on his behalf, so quickly. My letter will certainly not be opened and examined again. Unexpectedly, close to dusk on the afternoon of the day the letter was sent, Ding Kehui suddenly appeared behind me. I was about to pack up a pile of plastic buckets and stack them all together. I had become calm, and I had just straightened my waist, and as soon as I turned around, I suddenly saw Dink standing in front of me with a smile on his face, his lips tightly closed. I was taken aback, I thought I was dreaming, maybe my eyes were glazed, but when I suddenly realized that it was all real, we didn't care about the small wooden door and still hugged each other.
We held hands and sat on the edge of the small iron bed. I say:
"Oh, I just received a letter from you yesterday, a second one, and I wrote you a reply. I guess even the letter is still at Uncle Feng's house, but I didn't expect you to come. Dink: You really feel like you're on a rocket. I want to bite you to believe it's not a dream!"
I slapped him on the shoulder and continued to look at him. Dink sat on the edge of the bed, winked at me and shrugged his shoulders and said:
"Brother, I had a strange dream that you were sick and had a high fever all the time. There was always a pimple in my heart, and it came. ”
I laughed, "You're not used to going out, you think too much." ”
"Oh, you're still talking about me, don't you think too much? Brother, let me look closely, you've really lost a lot of weight during this time. I'm not here, you have to protect your body, don't worry me. ”
"You're still worried about me. Dink: How's your son?"
"Not good! He doesn't like to talk to me at all. ”
I believe that even if the relationship between father and son is thicker than water, it will take time to recover slowly. The little tadpole is still too young, and in fact, he is a stranger to Dink. Now that we really haven't been drinking, how can our cheeks suddenly turn red. I have been sluggish for half a month, rarely eat, drink alone, and have insomnia every day. Including smoking, from morning to night, it is also one after another, smoking desperately. Dink harmonic is about the same. I smoked and almost lit the quilt.
"Fortunately, it was discovered quickly and nothing happened to me. ”
"The tears also dried up. It's really uncomfortable to live outside. ”
"Why are you crying?"
I remember that Ding Kexiang rarely cried in the past, and in the past two years in the courtyard, it seems that he has never seen him cry. Dink bared his white teeth and argued with me, thinking that it was not the truth.
"If you forgive me, I can't be at peace. ”
"There's no need to think about it. "I advise Dink.
"Actually, I also know that it takes time to get used to it. ”
"It's finally good now. I pretended to be happy.
At this time, it is not yet the Mid-Autumn Festival. I suddenly asked Dink, did he remember the flock of birds I had fed by the turret, and he would still take a bowl of rice and often pour it at Tujiao Point. Unexpectedly, there are already many more birds than last year.
"Deng Huanzhang was bad and killed one of my birds. ”
"Why did he kill the bird?" asked Dink.
I complained aggrievedly and said, "Remove the hair and cook it to eat." ”
"What are you so hungry for!" Dink smiled wryly.
"I suddenly hated him so much. I exaggerated.
is the guy who took over Qu Hua's broadcast, and he can't wait to incite him in the ears. Dink smiled and advised me not to cause trouble, showing his white teeth. Of course, I know that I have learned to be patient in the labor camp, and in the final analysis, I will not cause trouble casually. Dink told him to allow things to be done in any case, and he couldn't help him when he got back to his original form. I decided not to feed the birds anymore and wait for them to fly away.
All kinds of miscellaneous insects sing in unison at night. It sounds more like an airtight storm line. It was already dark, so I got up and went next door to get food from the birds and go back to the warehouse to eat. Ding Ke Harmonic transferred buses in the county seat, and specially bought mixed braised pork head meat and pig tails. We didn't drink alcohol at dinner that day. Pull out the lights, head to head, lying flat on the small iron bed. I could smell his sweat.
"How long are you going to stay this time?" I asked.
"Just two days. Dinks replied.
In the middle of the night, it seemed that Huo Shen was still pulled, and there was a series of thunders left in the year. We also suspected that the wind was blowing across the plateau and shaking the iron eucalyptus forest, and the wind really lifted the curtains.
From the direction of Stables Street, a lonely old dog barked like he was suffering from bipolar disorder, high and low. I suddenly realized that Dink's breathing was quite steady, and I felt a sense of loss in a trance. It seems to go against our nature. In fact, Dink and I are big fools, and I clearly know that two people can't be like this for a lifetime. I don't really know if it's a sad or a sigh right now. It's not entirely extravagant to expect that there will be true love in the courtyard. Over time, it will fade slowly. So far, there are many things that could be true, and that feeling of a knife tip in the heart, including all the madness, is naturally not fake. Alas, God, it is completely possible to be deceived, and if you really fall in love with each other, it is definitely quite difficult to forget. Even if I had to take a stripping knife and try to easily scrape the traces off my heart, I guess I wouldn't be able to do it! Forget it, all the distractions, including the pain in my heart, may come from the illusion, so why bother to torture myself. I slowly learned to unravel myself, and I had to know how to let go so that we could see the distant future. Originally, deep down I hoped that Dink would not leave again, and go home together when the time came. I knew it was just a joke! We were just going to be everyone's laughing stock. "How can you get it in this environment?" I realized late that night that the person lying next to me was actually a stranger, and no one could really enter the inner world of others.
Maybe we've been in this kind of unit for too long and become different. Character determines fate, and human nature is constantly torn apart again and again, becoming ill-fated and contradictory. The two of us were surrounded by a fog, a fog of black iron and purple-red mist. I couldn't see behind the fog at all, and at the same time it was so much changed that even I and my loved ones couldn't tell the real thing.
"What I lost the most in the courtyard happened to be the true temperament. ”
On the one hand, I do have a lot to say to Dink, but I don't know what to say in front of him!
The whole night was dazed, waking up and falling asleep. Instead, I dreamed of Dink, including his cheeks unexpectedly becoming blurry. What's more, it is to understand Dink's harmony and gradually drift away from his heart.
"I'll only sleep one night, I'll go back tomorrow. "I can hear your voice and see you with my own eyes, and I'm completely relieved that nothing has happened." ”
"It can't be anything. I smiled wryly.
"My eldest brother got me a job in the city Chinese medicine factory, also pulling furnace ash. Sixty yuan a month, don't look for trouble to get through every day. If you have the money, I'll send it to you!"
Dink said as he put his mouth into my ear, the corners of his mouth curled.
"I don't need to send it, I have enough money here. ”
"I know that the more money, the better. ”
I have repeatedly stressed that why do you have to push yourself, and if you really fall in love with the other person, it is good to let the other person choose the best way of life and be free. In the sinister environment of the courtyard, it is good to have been cautious and loved, after all, more people only live for themselves.
"Those things that aren't normal will go by. ”
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