I did figure out something, and the students in the courtyard have such a long process. After a while, we should all be fine. Doesn't it mean that time is the best medicine? The medicine that can cure the terminally ill must be bitter when you think about it. When you survive the most difficult years, such as a long silence in a solitary room, a soak in ice water, a roast on a flame, and a fear in a detention center, you will never think of relying on anyone again. You may feel that the most insignificant person in the world is a drag.
When hope is truly lost, sprinkle awakens, and the dream should be awake at the same time. You open your eyes wide to find that the things around you are wrong.
"What if everyone around you is too cold?"
I said, "Then there's really no way to escape!"
Dink Harmonic slept all night, and sure enough, he went back the next day. In the quiet of the night, I let Dinkharmonic sleep at ease. I'll definitely call him when the shuttle comes. Probably, he was too tired from riding a long bus for days, and Dink slept very deeply this night, and even felt his sweet taste. When the shuttle bus was on the opposite slope, I woke him up in advance, found firewood to make a fire, and cooked him a bowl of eggs and noodles. I watched him finish eating, just in time to hear the sound of the shuttle bus climbing the hill and banging on the accelerator. I stood up and sent Dink Harmonic to the torii. This is the second time that the same farewell has been similar, and it is not much different from half a month ago. My heart was even taken on the bus by him once and for all.
I knew that Dinkhorn had to be fearless, never look back, and leave this sad farm forever. As the saying goes, stretching and shrinking will get rid of old life, and I count on him to move forward.
He said goodbye to the Great Wall with great sadness, away from the stinking Tianmafang Street. Then, we started writing endlessly. Dink replied quickly to the letter I had written to him, and as soon as I had read it, I fell down on my desk and wrote back. It has never been delayed for more than the day, and the comings and goings between you and me are simply very lively, and it is really funny to tell each other about their respective situations after separation. The letter was always forwarded by the eldest brother. No matter how late the eldest brother came home, he would immediately sit on the bedside and write a letter, and then hand it to the eldest brother.
On my part, sometimes I calm down and think carefully, eating is not important, sleeping is more important than eating, maybe I dream of Dink. The whole meaning of living in the courtyard is to wait for the letter that is crucial! Ding Kehu didn't let me send a letter to the city Chinese medicine factory, he was afraid that he was worried that he would not work long and which letter he would lose. He sent twenty yuan a month to the labor camp, and in fact, I kept it there for Ding Kexiang.
When I got back, I just wanted to smile at him, and I made up my mind to buy a bunch of beautiful toys for his precious son, Little Tadpole. I have half a year left.
From that day, in fact, I can't remember, and I started to write straight words in the notebook again, and I struggled to get through every day for a few minutes.
In our farm, the relationship between some cadres and cadres, family members and cadres, family members and family members, cadres and workers, workers and workers, cadres and students, including the relationship between students and students, is particularly delicately combined. It sounds like a marriage that is never very harmonious, like endless love during the run-in period. I felt like I wanted to laugh directly, but I couldn't figure it out or be unrequited. Even, there are more awkward times, and happiness is basically not visible. But having a common interest, or a common need, is driven by some mysterious force. The people in the courtyard are used to being forced to do so, and some people are allowed to huddle together for warmth, and they are not felt that they are forming a gang. It doesn't even matter if these people are hostile to each other or take advantage of each other. Even if they look like they are separated, so they form a relationship that seems a little distant on the surface but is still unbreakable in the final analysis. In real life, it is not monolithic.
I came back from washing dishes by the small sink and there were two dogs, a yellow dog and another hemp dog, crowded in front of the material tool room.
The gray and linen male dog that ran up from the stables, and the lonely, lonely yellow dog in the boy's room called Gui? The female dog who was burned to death in the carpentry workshop was called Nana, and I directly suspected that Lai Gui was the father of the flying tiger. It is more likely that it is the sister or older sister of the Mafang Street hemp dog. And two love-brained dogs were making out in the middle of the tractor road at the door of my room. Nana and her romantic partner sometimes come to my room door to eat, and I give them some food, so the two dogs inadvertently treat the material warehouse as half a home. In fact, Nana has a household registration in the brigade, and she can get food from her mother, but it was expensive to return, and it was only after the accident that it was assigned to Nana's name. In fact, the two dogs just use the material warehouse as a canteen, which is home for Laigui, who wanders around all day long trying to escape the death penalty. After escaping from Guigui's death, he was afraid of being shot, so he never stayed to sleep in the house. I didn't force the dog to save his life. If the door is closed suddenly, Laigui may immediately be anxious with me, while turning his head vigorously, humming and chirping, raising his front paws to pull the door. I hurriedly opened the door, and Laigui rushed out, without squeaking, and quickly ran across the tractor road, without looking back to flee for my life. Lai Gui still can't forget that the carpentry workshop is its birthplace, even if it is at the juncture of life and death. Their mothers have been killed by the gangsters. Laigui arrived at the outside of the carpentry shop, which was overgrown with barren grassland, and the dam would turn around. Now the weeds are slowly turning yellow, and most of the wildflowers are not in the flowering period, and some grass tips and branches are full of needles, and they are not bright red or bright yellow. The fruit of a weed is like a butterfly that flies on it, and if you are slightly alarmed, it will fly away. Nana, the sister of Ma Dog, was overjoyed and kept bouncing. All the dogs have countless Senecio seeds and Xanthus sticking to their fur. I had just reached the middle of the tractor road when the hemp dog on Stables Street was taken aback, hurriedly brushed past my calf, and quickly ran away. The hemp dog, who was encouraged by family affection, did not get dizzy, but was even more afraid of losing his life, he ran desperately along the gray and white tractor road, and then disappeared in an instant at the intersection of the old pigsty of the first three squadrons at the head of the large fence of the courtyard.
I guessed that it ran along the dirt road that Dink-harmonic used to like to take with its tail tightened, and it didn't even dare to turn its head back, and it walked away every time. The Nana stood between the iron eucalyptus forest and the small dam and suddenly went berserk, a little nervous and ran back and forth. It seems to be cheating to make people catch the scene, and they can only use this crazy running to hide their embarrassment. Nana was tired of running and opened her mouth wide, and she stuck out her pink tongue and gasped. Finally, he rested on the cow tendon grass and adopted the noble posture of lifting his head melon on his stomach. Another flower dog was walking slowly on the other side of the pomegranate tree, when he suddenly saw Nana turn around and ran. The female dog is like a spring on her body, screaming vigorously, whimpering, chasing the flower dog for more than 30 meters.
There was a lonely magpie chirping in the locust tree. Chased was a little with white and black fur and a bite scar on her back. I recalled that many of the dogs in the brigade had died in the past, and most of them had lost their lives because of love. Dogs are most likely to be beaten to death by ill-intentioned people when they pull their tails, and they stew in a soup pot. Are human beings greedy or jealous? In either case, I said, it's complicated. Dogs in heat are not spared. Someone added a bundle of vines to the soup.
I stood on the tractor road and continued to try to escape the flower dog. Hearing the movement, as soon as I turned around, I saw Jin Junyi on Mafang Street. Where did she come from? Probably, business wasn't doing well elsewhere. Her hair was a little messy, her sharp head was twisted to the other side and she was watching the dog, she deliberately pretended not to look at me, and the tractor road itself was uneven, and the old woman was limping when she walked. If you dare to do this, the farm is uneven anywhere, so be careful to plant your heels. She seemed to be very angry, her cheeks were cold, her clothes, trousers, cloth uppers, exposed skin, the folds of her forehead, and her hair were covered with dust. I was thinking that Jin Junyi was really not as old as the legend, and I asked the teachers in the teaching and research department. I opened my mouth to call her.
"Who's your name?" she asked, standing in the middle of the road.
"I can't help but want to call you. I replied.
I straightened up and stood in the middle of the tractor road, like I was about to block her.
Jin Junyi changed his face on the spot. I asked her where she was going? Jin Junyi immediately panicked and told me that she had come back from the other side of the Qingniu River, which was the road to the tea factory from Huai'erpo's grave.
"What kind of nonsense are you?" I muttered.
After dinner that day, I suddenly got the idea to go to Mafang Street. I took the hemp dog to escape the long grass dirt road. Once upon a time, Dink used to go in the dead of night, and he came quietly and quietly returned to the vegetable patch. It doesn't feel bad to walk on this road, and the air in the middle of the night should be better. When I came back later, I could see the sky full of stars and moon buds. I hooked my head and landed on my feet, afraid of stepping on the air, and kept thinking about whether the musty smell of the courtyard and the smell of corpses would be sent out of the high wall by a demonic wind. In the past, I heard him creak open the door, not to mention how happy I was.
I usually can't sleep until Dink Harmonic arrives at the material warehouse. I don't want to sleep, I'm writing and waiting, but I can't calm down. In a blink of an eye, we have known and become best friends for more than two years, also since that starry night in May. In fact, the road was staggering and often stumbling. I still remember that the two of us were fighting each other. I also remembered a particularly good short time, including a promise to the other party. (I am warm and coaxed in the depths of my heart, you have been relieved, are you happy at home?) Is it smooth to work in the city traditional Chinese medicine factory.) Thanks, Dinkharmonic. It's really good to be able to meet you in this life! It's about to enter late autumn, the temperature difference between morning and evening will be very large, you get up early from work, remember to add a piece of clothing when it's cold. Oh, Dink, don't sneeze. Even though we all miss each other. I wrote like this at every turn in my reply, (I'm not bored at all right now.) These are really not nonsense. I believe you, and you must be thinking about me too! It is impossible for you not to have me in your heart, and it is completely clear from the many letters you have written. Stupid and stupid brother, you have to write to me even when you go shopping. Of course I know that you are not quite adapted to the outside world, but you have to be absolutely careful with your car when you go out on the street. God, how did I become a chatter now, but the nagging is only for you. Dink, I now regret complaining that you used to be clingy. I hope you will understand that I can only pretend and restrain myself at every turn in this most sinister and terrible environment. You should understand what I think in my heart. ）
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