—Cut the timeline and warn the next life —
I never liked the kid across the door from my house since I was a kid.
The obvious reason is that he is the legendary child of someone else's family.
The opposite child is a person who gets up at six o'clock every day to read and recite the whole text, and can write the title of the book on the right half as neatly as the left half.
"You learn from others," my mother looked enviously at the serious-looking child outside the window, "yesterday when I was playing mahjong, my mother said that he was already learning functions by himself, and she refused to call him to sleep at night, just look at your day By the end of the day, I'll just hum along with that broken guitar."
My mother let go of the blinds sadly: "As soon as I get distracted, she wins 5,000 yuan."
I almost doubted that the kid was standing in front of my yard on purpose to block, look at the back of his smug head.
"He's in the fifth grade, and I'm only in the third grade. Mom, the neighbor next door is in the second grade, and he doesn't even know pinyin!" I felt very embarrassed and argued with my mother.
My dad is changing his shoes in the hallway. "Don't compare with the good ones, but compare with the bad ones. I think this family will be defeated in your hands sooner or later." He closed the door and left, leaving only a fluttering sentence.
... Early in the morning, what's the matter? I was so angry that I dropped the toast in my hand, stretched my neck and groaned a few times. My mother rolled up the newspaper and was about to come over and teach me a lesson.
I think it is necessary to take some measures.
I told my mother to plant a tree, the bigger the better, the cooler it will be in summer.
The best is a banyan tree, and your grandson can still swing on the tree in the future.
My mother burst out laughing, saying that you are too young to think too far.
The banyan tree I was thinking about was not able to be planted - once this kind of tree grows, the house can even lift the foundation for you. My mother loves flowers, so she planted a wall of roses. When it was midsummer in July, the figure of the other child was buried in the fragrance of the red, green and green wall, and the shadows couldn't see it very clearly.
I let out a sigh of relief, but I still habitually look out the window every day, wanting to see when Rose can block all that annoying child.
One Christmas, my aunt in New Zealand sent us a large box of beef through an import and export company. The free-range organic beef is firm and tender. In addition to making steaks, my mother also makes beef balls, beef dumplings, and beef skewers every day. But no matter how good things are, I can't stand eating them all the time. After a week, I firmly pushed away the red plate in front of me and announced in a high-profile manner that I would never eat beef again. My mother folded her arms and stared worriedly at the beef in the refrigerator.
The witty mother decided to invite all her poker friends, Mayou, to digest the meat together, and reminded them repeatedly to bring their families along.
So I came home from school on Friday, and saw three mahjong tables crowded with people in the living room on the first floor. I could hear the crackling and screaming of mahjong collisions. I numbly lifted my feet and walked inside, and found that there were also mahjong tables in the dining room. Two card tables, several pairs of hands with various emerald rings and jade bracelets flew up and down, it was very lively. The other child wore a black wool vest with the school logo today, moved a chair, and sat motionless in front of the window with a book in his hands, ignoring everything.
There are two sets of school uniforms in our junior high school, one black and one grey. Sometimes if I get up half an hour early to go to school, I'll meet him at the door. His mother has treated him like a noble boy. The shirts that go with the wool vest come in endless colors, but I think his skin is white and he looks good. It looks better in that white shirt and light grey vest.
"You're stupid in school. You can't say hello when you see people?" My mother passed by behind me wiping her hands. "Look, this kid really works hard."
"Hey, what's the matter, it's just a matter of hard work. In the third year of junior high school, studies are all tight." His mother said as she dealt the cards, her face unable to hide her pride.
My mother looked at me and looked at him again: "Aren't you very close when you were young? You chase after me and I chase after you. Why don't you talk when you meet when you get older?"
Not to be bothered by comparisons.
I went around behind him, he didn't expect me to suddenly approach, and he didn't have time to react, and he could see the sun hidden behind the counseling book. I smacking my lips in surprise, I can't think of it, I can't think of it, the kid at home who looks like a good student on the surface, actually dares to do this kind of thing in front of so many adults behind his back, it's really courageous. He quickly dropped the book on his lap, his ears reddened, and he bowed his head in embarrassment.
"Don't worry, I won't say it," I whispered to him, humming in a good mood and walking away.
After the whole cow feast was over, the mothers were drinking red wine and didn't want to leave for the time being. The air was stuffy in the room, so I took him up to the roof to breathe. We climbed up the hanging ladder and sat carefully on the ridge. It was cold in the night and I gathered up my jacket.
"Do you want to draw comics in the future?"
"think."
"Why don't you study?"
"The family won't let me, they let me take over the family business in the future"
"Is that private hospital right? Actually studying medicine is not bad."
"It's good to save lives and help the wounded, but I don't like the smell in the hospital," he said with a sigh of relief, bowing his head. "Smelling it makes me feel sad."
He looked up at me again: "How about you?"
"My dad and your dad think the same way, but it's impossible for me to study business, it's too boring, it's impossible to study business in this life... Have you heard of U2, a band that releases records, Touring or something, it's so cool! I want to do that in the future."
"It looks like a family fight is inevitable." He winked at me with a smile in his eyes.
The reason why the opposite child is the opposite child is because he is excellent everywhere. Not only is he excellent in grades, he has excellent thinking and consciousness, but he even looks so good. When he laughs, he is even better.
I think he showed me.
"You see it clearly," I shook my head, "I don't have to inherit the family company, my cousin can too."
"But the parents always want to pass it on to their children."
I stood up and patted the ashes on my butt: "Stop talking about this, they should be almost finished drinking, should you go?" I stretched out my hand and pulled him up.
"Want to hear you play the guitar," he said suddenly.
I was silent for a moment.
"Next time, there is a chance."
Guessing my child was really good. I insisted on the idea of learning music, which made my family dance for three months, and finally ended with my dad throwing me a thin stack of money and saying "Let's see what tricks he can play". . My mother wiped her tears and went upstairs to slam the door shut. I dragged my suitcase in dismay and met my child on the cold and windy street before the second semester of high school. He took me into the car with a thick pile of medical books in the back seat.
"You have studied medicine after all." I was holding my precious guitar in the co-pilot and looked at his Q version of the Slam Dunk figure hanging on the rearview mirror with some regret.
"You don't have the courage."
"I haven't been kicked out yet." I groaned.
"When I went to college, I was free to draw something in my spare time," he paused. "Now you still have to focus on your studies."
This person is not a few years older than me, how can he speak like an elder teaching a junior.
"I know the truth. I want to ask, do you still have free time as a medical student?"
"There will always be time." He smiled helplessly.
He made a phone call from the car and settled me in a friend's vacant apartment. My nose was red from the cold, and I stared at him through the door frame: "Don't tell my parents that I'm here."
"No, as long as you don't let your studies fall." He reached out and rubbed my head. The weather was cold, but his hands were extraordinarily warm. Even after he left, I could still feel the warmth and crispness left in my hair. Crunchy touch.
Later, I finally stood on the much-anticipated stage. The lights were warm on my body. The golden light beams were more cool and dazzling than I imagined, and I was a little dazed. I don't know why, but I always remember the warmth of that winter night when he touched the top of my head.
I waved my hand dashingly and plucked the first electric guitar, and the audience burst into cheers.
...
After I became a star, the four words of the law of life basically missed me. At the beginning of the year, I got a sky, put on a mask and hat, and appeared in his hospital fully armed.
"What's wrong?" He was wearing a white coat, frowning at me. Well, I said light colors against him.
"Isn't it necessary to wear a mask in my top-floor office?"
I pulled off my mask and covered my stomach miserably: "It hurts here."
"No matter how many times I've told you, don't forget to eat, no matter how busy you are, I'll ignore it."
"I can't help myself. Although I look bright in front of people, I'm really tired as a dog behind my back."
"You are born to be on stage, but don't make fun of your health for work," he said sternly.
His office was clean and empty, and the afternoon sunlight poured in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, adding a bit of warmth.
"I will pay attention to it. When I get sick, the little fans under Weibo should be in a hurry."
"Your character is quite popular," he said firmly, not at all complimenting him. Immediately after, he opened the phone on the table, clicked on my Weibo, and read a comment, "You have so many fans, 'My God, my brother's beautiful face, and the tear mole on the corner of his eye, Ah, what a fairy baby this is!'"
"'Ah ah brother's appearance crit today, oh, I'm suffocating'"
" 'Sisters tell you the truth, my brother was in bed yesterday...' "
"It's too embarrassing to stop!" The comments became more and more inappropriate for children. I was shocked by his strange tone and rushed to cover the screen of my phone. He raised his eyebrows and looked at me, his eyes seemed to be teasing and... dissatisfied
As we got closer, I could smell the fresh soapy scent on him, with a hint of iodine. He tilted his head, showing me an indifferent side neck.
I turned his phone over and sat back: "I don't want to brush my face. I rely on my strength. You'll know when you come to my concert next time."
"But you never invited me."
"I remember. You seem to say that you have an operation... Well, I'll bring you the tickets for the May show."
"it is good."
During the Chinese New Year, I went back home, and the rigid relationship with my family melted away as early as the year before. The main reason was that my dad came to visit my class secretly one day, but was caught by my manager sister as an illegitimate fan. The phone also accidentally rang the ringtone set with my title song.
The second grader didn't know how to pinyin, and now the kid next door, who couldn't pronounce all five vowels, drove by in a blue McLaren, and the passenger seated a big wave with delicate eyebrows. The last time I saw the car was red.
As soon as I entered the door, I heard the lively hustle. My mother was mixing mahjong tiles with one hand, and the free hand was holding a toothpick and eating a honeydew melon.
"Son, your company doesn't care about dating. If you don't care, you can find a girlfriend of your age." My mother turned her head and said to me.
"Never mind, I didn't find a girlfriend," I suddenly became irritated, "it's not necessarily a boyfriend."
The sound of the mahjong collision came to an abrupt end, and the neighbors stared in astonishment.
My mother opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, she closed her mouth and swallowed. She turned around and continued to draw the cards: "Whatever you want, I can't control you anyway. My son is stupid, everyone is laughing at it. Come and see the cards. ... bump!"
I smiled kindly, reached out and brushed my hair back, and whistled upstairs to write a song.
The concert in May was very successful. The lights off the field formed a sea of stars, and the deafening heavy metal music and screams rushed to the sky. The ticket I gave to the kid from the opposite house was in the middle and front, so crowded that I couldn't see him, but I was sure he was coming. The concert lasted for nearly four hours. The lights burned people. I jumped and jumped.
At the end of the concert, all the lights went out, leaving only a bunch in the middle of the stage. I pressed my hand to signal the audience to be quiet, took over the acoustic guitar that had been with me for several years, and cleared my throat while sitting on the high stool.
"A long time ago, a friend said he wanted to hear me play the guitar."
"I really wanted to play it for him, but I didn't play well at the time, and I didn't sing very well at the time. Maybe I couldn't catch the eyes of such a good guy at all. I'll say I'll have a chance next time."
"Now I can finally stand here and add a song for him, I hope he likes it."
I closed my eyes and plucked the guitar.
…
After the concert, I walked to the lounge and was almost buried alive by the constant flow of flowers and gifts on the way.
I struggled to open the door of the lounge with my elbow. There was no light inside. I hummed and put down the gift in my hand to touch the switch. A dark shadow gently pressed me behind the door and pressed my lips eagerly.
I could smell the faint smell of iodine in the air.
…
I wrapped my hands around his neck, closed my eyes and let him rub against my lips.
After a long kiss, he gasped cautiously, cupped my face and kissed me reluctantly.
"like very much."
"Huh? What?"
"I like it, I like the songs you wrote, I like...you."
"You should have played it to me then... You don't know how much I envy you."
I buried myself in his arms and smiled: "Don't talk about it, doctor, my leg hurts now."
He wrapped my waist and held me up, strode to the sofa and put it down: "I brought you porridge, in a thermos cup." I pinched his face: "other people's children are caring."
"I'm not someone else's child." He corrected me, "It's yours."
I was gobbling up my food when my manager sister came in for a while, and seemed to think that she shouldn't be here, then turned and left.
"Take a break," he suggested. "I'll take you to Japan to see a fireworks display."
The grass and trees on the slopes of Osaka are blooming, and the dew drops at night wet my clogs. I insert my hand into the grass and get a handful of grass-smelling air. He was eating taiyaki, his cheeks bulging and looking a little cute. In twos and threes, the people on the hillside all found a place to watch the fireworks, looking up at the sky expectantly. After he took the last bite, he pecked my lips with a mouthful of red bean flavor. I clasped his hand and signaled to him that the fireworks festival was about to start.
But he still couldn't help but press me on the grass, bowed his head and kissed me.
The fireworks trailed their long tails into the air and exploded into a radiant flower above our heads.
The surrounding Japanese began to cheer and applaud softly, and he left my lips and kissed the corner of my eye.
I don't think I've ever seen so many fireworks since I was a kid, I stopped breathing and marveled at the constant blooming fireworks in the sky. The Japanese burn money so romantically. The colors and rhythms of the fireworks are carefully choreographed, drawing a dazzling array of lights in the night sky.
I was stunned for a while, and when I regained my senses, I found that he was looking at me without blinking. The fireworks kept illuminating his face, my heart moved, and I whispered in his ear.
"I have a fireworks show when I go back. I want to watch it with you."
In the early morning homestay, the owner's orange cat slipped into our room from the windowsill, I lay on his shoulder and panted, he turned his head and kissed my eyes lightly.
"I really think you can try to draw some serializations. I saw the drawings you drew on your notebook the other day. It's very beautiful, and many people must like it." I encouraged him.
He didn't speak, and the kiss moved to my forehead again.
I made persistent efforts: "Just show it to me as a painting."
"Okay, what do you want to see?"
"You can draw a cat story," I said, pointing to the owner's fat orange cat, "how cute."
"Okay, then do we want to have a cat too?"
"I like white cats, like you."
"Do I look like a cat? Then I like black. You wear a black coat once you perform."
I caught my breath, and if I remember correctly, my first gig was at a speakeasy in City F, wearing a black tiger jacket. It is estimated that even most of my fans don't know about this, and there were no video and audio recordings at that time, so now there is only one possibility.
"You were there then?"
"I'm always there."
"You stalker."
He came up to kiss me again.
"It is said that the moles that a person grows in this life are the tears dropped by the lover in the last life." His tongue licked the mole at the corner of my eye, and his tone was unexpectedly jealous.
I narrowed my eyes, moved the small mole at the corner of my eye, and searched up and down his jade-like face. Unfortunately, apart from the conclusion that this person is very handsome, I didn't find any small black marks.
I was not reconciled, I leaned over and started to find him, and he pulled the quilt up to wrap me around.
…
"Hey! Found it!" I grabbed his left hand and shook it. "Explain?"
There is an extremely tiny black spot on the inside of his ring finger.
"Oh? That might have been left when my lover in a previous life gave me a ring."
"I'm not allowed!"
"Um?"
"I don't care, it's not allowed anyway!"
"Okay, no, no, no..."
I stuffed my head under the quilt and said in a muffled voice, "Ring."
"I want a ring I want a ring I want a ring..."
"it is good."
He pulled me out of the quilt with ease, and I saw the light in his eyes.
He clasped my fingers, leaned over to cover my lips, and the jar of vinegar I was about to pour out next.
"Let's watch the fireworks display again."
——End of the episode——
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It's all over! ! PS. I eat my own vinegar...