The day before yesterday, in the afternoon.
Walking alone on the dusty road, the sun is also gray. In the early summer of this small county town in Central Plains, although I have lived here for more than 20 years, I still have nothing to remember, only the floating dullness and Anxious, I hate this city, and I hate memories.
But the feeling of walking alone still reminds me of something. Many years ago, many times, when I was a child, it seemed that such a person walked like this for a long, long time.
At that time, I would not have straight eyes and wandering away like I am now, neither thinking about novels nor recalling the past, my eyes are erratic, from telephone poles to wheels, from the sky to billboards, all meaningless. , Fragmented details and pictures.
Children are always lack of concentration and attention to everything. This is not a kind of luck, because even the pain can't attract my attention for a long time, crying and crying, thinking of the half of chocolate in my hand, stuffing it into my mouth and crying while eating. Dad was furious, thinking this was a very unpromising act.
However, if the child is focused on pain like an adult, the fragile heart may not be able to bear it!
Walking on the road with such a mood, I can't help but wonder if I have not grown up yet. Perhaps the memories of the past twenty years are some kind of illusion, the bloated clothes worn on the body, if they are peeled off layer by layer, inside is a dirty and naked little boy, his eyes are erratic, and he takes it very hopelessly. Crying while eating chocolate.
Hey, I suddenly remembered a certain memory. When I was in the first grade of elementary school, I went to the other end of the county with a group of friends to pick up bullet shells on a shooting range. When I came back, the guy who rode me had to let me carry him, but at that time I didn't know how to ride a bicycle. I only learned to ride a bicycle many years later, and I learned it for a week.
After a dispute, everyone felt unbalanced in their hearts and didn't want to carry me. I pressed my lips to stay out of the matter, and finally said that I would go by myself, and then the bastards rode back.
So I faced the sun, with a vague feeling, through the unfamiliar city-at that time it was still very huge-walked for more than three hours, when I got home, it was already dark, I only harvested a bullet shell, but it was not I don’t feel any sadness, or even take it for granted that I can’t ride a bike so I have to walk!
In fact, think about it, at that time, I said a little bit softly, or simply scorned, pulling the bicycle seat to prevent them from leaving, then I could come back by car!
In many things in the future, it seems that there will be similar and better choices, but in the end, I just leave with my lips. I really didn't learn to be clever at all!
Ah, I have talked so much without knowing it, and I can be regarded as sharing my beautiful childhood memories with you, and it is the scene of Children's Day.
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