Butterflies, or butterflies

On the night of September 13, 2020, Qi and I walked in an alley that was being demolished. This alley is so familiar. Looking at the ruins on both sides, I suddenly thought of that afternoon in October 1991.

That afternoon, the sun was so bright, the streets were bustling with traffic and people. I rode my 28 bike to the mouth of this alley. I came here to look for my brother, who was a freshman in high school, a teenager, wearing a pink shirt that hadn't been washed for three days.

The first house on the right hand side of the alley was a shop for repairing bicycles. A butterfly kite hangs from the door panel of this shop. On the left hand is a video store selling tapes, playing "Dust Edge", strangely entering the alley to hear music, "... A wisp of incense...". The alley is about five meters wide, flanked by two rows of facade houses, selling everything and, of course, hair salons. The one who was playing "The Little Girl by the Side of the Road" was. On both sides are narrow drainage ditches, and there is all kinds of garbage in the black water. The stallholders were selling their goods on the edge of the sewer, and the sound was noisy. How many uncles are repairing the house or changing the wires? There were already more people at this point, pushing my bike forward in the crowd.

I've forgotten why I went to my brother. I can't think of why. The sun was shining on my back, and there was a noisy human voice next to my ears, and my eyes were full of people of all kinds. There are men, there are women, there are old, there are young. A lot. A few uncles on the left-hand side told vulgar jokes and laughed happily. There are a few big sisters who are shopping for vegetables. , this dish has been eaten. But in the early 90s, everyone's life was not very rich, and they could buy vegetables in the afternoon. A few little sisters in dresses came over, with big waves, and they looked very beautiful! I just looked at them a few times. "Sick, you!" This is scolding. I shook my head and went on.

My brother's unit is in the middle of this alley. The gatehouse is a two-story building, so I won't mention the name of the unit. Anyway, the brother is in it. After registering with the concierge, I pushed my bike down the hallway in the courtyard and went straight to my brother's office. It is a courtyard surrounded by trees, the ground is paved with square bricks, and there are corridors. He was happy because he was far away from our school, I was in the South City, he was in the North City.

I said I wasn't going back this Saturday and slept with him. He took me to his dorm on the second floor. Pushing open the dormitory door, the setting sun sprinkled on my face through the west window. The golden sunset is dusty in a happy leap! In front of the window is a desk, in front of which is a chair, and the glass on the table is reflected in the light. There is a single bed to the left of the desk. This is a double dormitory. There is also a table under the east window, against the wall is a bed, and the washbasin shelf is placed on the edge of the table. I washed my hands and washed my face.

Under the glass on the table under the west window are many photographs pressed. Most of them forget what it is, but there is a picture of a girl, and I don't remember what she looked like, only that she was a girl with a cut hair. Thin eyebrows, big eyes, playful smile. But I can be sure that it is not my sister-in-law now. The noise outside the window came into my ears through the window. “...... Dear little sister, you don't, don't cry...".

I asked my brother who was the girl in that picture? He said just a colleague. What else was said? I don't remember exactly. But one thing I remember very clearly: I had braised pork in the evening, which was delicious! There's no such thing in school. After dark, my brother took me to the recreation room, which was the kind of Crt color TV. And the kind of tape that plays the tape, the kind of recorder that plays the big tape. It's hot! It was "The First Blood", and later watched "Huang Feihong" and "Jigong". It was probably after two o'clock in the evening that I returned to my dorm room and started sleeping. Open the window, the bright moonlight through the east window poured on the cement floor, the textile lady outside the window is whispering, that clear!

When it was not dawn, it was raining, not much. My brother took me to the cafeteria. Only then did I find out that their unit was quite large. It's a quadrangle. Lots of flowers in the shots of the yard. Follow the corridor through a moon gate to the cafeteria in their backyard. Since it is Sunday, not many people go to work. Breakfast was also simple, just porridge, steamed buns and pickles. The rain outside of us suddenly became heavier, and we ate our breakfast with the sound of the rain. The master of the canteen sat on the side and talked to us. It was a fat old man, in his fifties, and a very talkative man. What are we talking about? I don't remember exactly. Did I talk to my brother about the object? The master also asked me about my academic performance, praised me greatly, and said that he would be admitted to college. The brother was happy, as if he were praising him.

After the rain had subsided, we went back to the dormitory. At this time, there are more people in the alley. Look out through the window. Black umbrella. Pink umbrella, ponchos. The audio-visual store began to play Cai Qin's "Love Lock". A gust of wind blew over and it was pleasant.

"You see," I said to Qi, "this is the little building of the year. He had become a ruin. ”

"Dear little sister, don't you want to cry! Where is your home, I'll send you back..." It came from nowhere.

So, I woke up.