Zhou Hang: Sound

Author: Shishi Middle School (North Lake Campus) Senior High School Ninth Class Zhou Hang

I am used to judging people's emotions by their voices.

Lying on the bed listening to the kicking sound of high heels, the pulling sound of towing shoes, the urgency is nervous, the tone is excitement, and I also listen to the insults received when the garbage truck passes, and I also listen to the comfortable snoring in the early morning.

I thought I was familiar with sound.

Yesterday she waited for me at the gate of the iron fence, standing in the crowd, with an uneasy face. "Tired?" I asked. It's the same high heels and long skirt, but I'm not familiar with her look.

"Business is better these days," she said, turning around and leading me away. Her voice was no higher than usual.

Grandma was in the car. I haven't seen her in a long time. I walked past the windshield of the car, and she didn't seem to see me. She was answering the phone, in a firm but underwhelming tone, and I thought she was comforting someone.

We got in the car. I wiped the bird feces from the outside window with a wet wipe, and the sound of the scratching was almost as harsh as the fingernails scratching the glass. Finally brought a little anger to this black clip, at least a little fluctuation. I don't know how this car is so stuffy, the sound is only the whistling of the hot wind that passes back and forth in the car.

Fortunately, she began to speak.

"Is there anything fun in school these days?" She opened her mouth and tried to laugh. I felt that she spoke absent-mindedly, her tone flat like a blank piece of paper, and perhaps did not care about my answer, "No", I said. I felt a little angry when I said this, but I felt that it would be better if I was angry—my helpless body clearly showed my fear. I don't know what's wrong.

"Oh, we have a singing contest this week," the gloomy heat is dying, "just noon today," I added.

Silence again...

"There's a lot of food in the house, and they bought a lot of it today..." Grandma was talking. She was also looking for something to say.

I thought there was some excitement in her voice, so I moved to the side, and her face was painted in the mirror on the right side of the car.

It turned out that I didn't have the ability to see the color, she didn't laugh at all, just repeated the action of opening and closing her mouth.

"The student who performed at the end was very strong, like a professional, probably someone took a video, I look for it", I grinned widely, and spoke like the wind. This is what I learned before, to make the sound not look so strange. No one in the car spoke back.

I wasn't looking inside my phone, and I was ready to turn on a piece of music — which I usually do to ease the awkward atmosphere. I ordered a piano piece, pressed the next one quickly, and then pressed it again. Forget it, I threw my phone aside and just went quiet.

I picked up the phone, put it down again, glanced up twice, not knowing if I should say something, "I didn't find that song." No one in the car spoke back. I simply turned the window open and covered my useless eyes with my eyelids. But it wasn't enough, and the sound outside reminded me of the awkward and finger-pointing words in this black clip just now, and I felt stuffy and about to spit out.

"Look at the circle of friends," she finally spoke again.

When I used to tease the ants with sticks, I saw a swarm of ants lined up next to the melted fruit candy, and the lengthy line was never even, like a sick line, and I was disgusted at the sight of this dense thing, and I ran away. At this moment, she seemed to be restraining an emotion that she could not control, and the words she spoke were like a flock of ants, trembling endlessly. I was very uncomfortable, but this time I couldn't escape. I finally knew how it was so hot today, they were talking like this today, I was almost filled with those ants, and I felt like they were going to crawl out of my mouth too.

I didn't dare look. I opened the window so wide that all I could hear was the manic sound of the wind. The wind pulled my hair back, as if it were going to cut through the fat particles on my face and tear my skin sac, and I felt at ease. "Look at the circle of friends," her command stabbed from the driver's seat, more indifferent, more urgent, more restrained, and the wind at seventy yards of speed could not take away her voice. Good. I can't pretend I can't hear anymore.

I don't know what I'm going to face, but I feel that a huge change has been brutally turning my life around.

The speed is still 70 yards.

Unknown trees on the side of the road were squeezed closer, the shadows and spots of leaves were staggered, the wind was blowing the leaves and swaying, and the afternoon sun was good.

I can't hear voices anymore.

The sound of the wind was gone. The phone was innocent, I just didn't have the strength to grip it, and it nestled in the hard seat with me. I wanted to open my mouth, I tried gently, but the strength was already flowing from my body, and I tried my best to hold back the churning water gushing out, at least not crying, but I could only weakly let the water drops blindfold my eyes, and the body no longer obeyed me. I thought of the same message processed by different people in WeChat, so I sat, waited, waited.

Grandma's house was just a few miles away, and I suddenly heard the rush of my heart, it was hitting my chest, my back, my whole body, and I was almost out of breath. I know what it wants, and just as desperately need a truth as I do. I know its sorrow, just as my sorrow. But I can't give it.

The car stopped.

The wind stopped. Grandma got out of the car.

"You'll go up in a minute," she said, opening the car door, following down, and continuing through a layer of windows, "Get something to eat, today..."

"Mom~" I felt an itch in my throat, followed by a stinging pain, a deformed ant surging in my throat cavity, I was finally controlled by these ants, and I couldn't hold out half a word with all my strength.

She was still talking. "Mom~" I exhausted my strength, and finally spit this ant out of my mouth, and I could no longer stop the loopholes in my body, and let the water gush out of it.

I sat sheepishly in the car, and she didn't make a sound outside.

"Your brother-in-law has been missing for four days," she said at last.

I collapsed in my chair, letting tears flow and my throat choking. I grabbed the armrest of the car with my fingers and never heard her tears with mine again.

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