The morning weather in the town was not very hot, but it still continued the same climate as yesterday, stuffy and wet. In this way, not only are people afraid, but the heavens are also afraid. Looking up at the sick and weak sun, I was accustomed to the current capricious weather. Many times, even the weather forecast on the mobile phone is too lazy to read, anyway, whether it is raining or sunny, it does not take long to change it after a while. That being the case, it's better to look at the weather forecast than to watch the weather yourself. Although it has not rained yet, but at noon, look up at the sky, that dim look, I am afraid that this is the prelude to the rainstorm again.
Hey, on this hot summer day, it's not worth the fuss about a few torrential rains. I'm afraid of power outages. The town's power system is still very healthy, thanks to the town government's support for the power sector, but also the result of the hard work of all the cadres and workers of the Ministry of Electricity, as long as it can be cooled and bring a fresh wind, even if there are a few more rainstorms, it is good, although it can not let the heat wave run clean, at least it can make the eyes refreshing. However, all this is mostly counterproductive.
Because of the search for Shakou, I made a phone call with an old neighbor last night and agreed to meet at my house this morning. Therefore, I always disliked lying in bed, and I got up before six o'clock. After washing, I went to the kitchen to make breakfast. A pot of noodles had not yet been cooked, and the old gentleman from the neighborhood came to my door on an old bicycle. I had to call out to my wife and ask her to cook noodles in my place, and I went to the living room and talked slowly with the old neighbors.
In fact, this old neighbor is an old acquaintance of me, when I was working in a foreign township, we had contact, and later, I was transferred back to the town government to work, and my wife was also laid off from the grain department and started to do business, not far away from his relative's shop, he often came to help. It's just that usually we don't have much to deal with, and we have very few opportunities to talk to each other. After he sat down, they exchanged a few words of greeting before slowly cutting to the point. He first started with the city people on the streets of the town, and then slowly introduced them to his family. When he spoke to his father, there seemed to be a light in both eyes. Yes, his father, I have the impression, a tall man, his father's life, can not but say that there is a strong legend, he said very excited, I listened very seriously.
After sending off the old neighborhood, I turned back upstairs and wanted to sleep for a while. Roll the day's chores into a pillow, casually put them under your head, wake up, fold your dreams into a paper harrier, let go, and on the way to people, take off the sun-like smiling faces of others, hang them in your heart, and dry the next rainy season. However, it was as if a bug had been drilled into my brain, and I couldn't sleep (mainly excitement – I had gained valuable material again).
The good thing is that during the day, if it is night, it is difficult to sleep, and yes, whenever deep loneliness comes, in my heart, in front of my eyes, there will often be a lingering scene: my childhood, a boy with a shaved spatula standing on the embankment by the river. Sunlight came from afar, slid down the smiling little face to the chest, and then fell into the river in front of it. The breeze rises, and the river surface is flooded with colorful lights... Suddenly, the boy was lying on the embankment, using a stone as a pen, and drew a boat, a sail, a peach tree, and a dock.
I don't know why such a scene often appears, but every time there is such a scene, I will hear the sound of the oars hitting the water under the sunset, and I will see the appearance of the ferry, and the sail that flutters with the wind is also like a flag, bringing the tender heart to this shore and the other shore, over and over again. A lot of things, not a thing, I like to treat it as a thing, that is, there is no way to do it. Many emotions are just a seasonal flower, but you think it is the fruit of the four hours, so you have many more realms that you cannot be liberated from. A lot of fame and fortune is just a floating cloud. But you think it is a necessary ladder in life, and from then on you have no free heart. A lot of roads are just a symbol, you can walk, you can walk, you can not go. And you have to try, so you finally become a confused person.
The weather in the summer changes so fast that it is not yet one o'clock in the afternoon, and the sky gradually turns dark, and if I had not woken up half an hour ago, I would have mistaken it for night. Last night, in fact, there was a light rain, I thought it was raining today, similar to last night's rain, who knows, a more violent rain unexpectedly. Looking out of the window, it is like the water of the East China Sea falling from the sky... I can't help but panic a little.
At this time, the indoors, without turning on the lights, is completely unrecognizable from the text in the book. In the middle of the day, the sky was vast, and the heart was already a little fluttering. However, the only thing to be happy about is that the tide on the ground floor on the first floor suddenly disappeared quietly in the process of this torrential rain. That is to say, from today onwards, clothes that are bathed and dried indoors can be dried naturally, and there is no need to blow dry with an electric fan. It follows that a storm of many days is likely to end tomorrow.
But at the same time, I was a little uneasy. Because after a rain, the weather will be hotter, so that the temperature will rise significantly, the air conditioners of every household will be on the job, the electricity consumption will be further increased, if the power consumption can not be guaranteed, how to bear it, so far, I have a single wish, that is, when our small place can live as carefree as a big city, then this society will really be civilized and progressive! I hope this day will come sooner -
Still because of the rain, I was ready to go out in the afternoon, I had to give up, after the rain, I answered a phone call, a friend asked me to have dinner, but it was certainly inconvenient to go far to find a place to eat, fortunately, his home was not far from where I lived, and there was a dish called "Huashan Restaurant" in the middle that was done well. So the place was set there. At noon, three or four people (temporarily assembled), sat down around a small dining table, and drank wine cup by cup. The two bottles of wine have bottomed out, and the feelings seem to have plunged a few centimeters deeper.