In the evening of late autumn, the setting sun is like a piece of gold foil, pouring on the distant hills. Jiang Shen and Qing Lingzi sat in the last row of the returning home bus, one of them was holding a drawing board, the other was holding a shoe, they were silent and did not speak.
The scene outside the car window swept across Jiang Shen's face like a slideshow, and he seemed to have some troubles of sighing and sighing for the first time in the light and shadow.
Young people don't know sorrow, but this sorrow is sour and bitter, it's better not to know it.
Qing Lingzi got out of the car, she put the drawing board back on her shoulder, looked at Jiang Shen and said, "Don't tell my brother, I already know."
Jiang Shen opened his mouth, and agreed with a timid "Okay", thinking that he must hide this one or two, what a headache.
The two walked home together, and when they passed the wheat field, Qing Lingzi stopped suddenly.
Jiang Shen followed her gaze and saw that most of the wheat had been harvested in the field, and the useless straw was neatly piled up and placed in the middle of the field. In a month or two, the adults would burn all the straw for use as Fertilizers melt into the soil, and the next year will be another piece of fertile soil.
"Shenzi." Qing Lingzi asked softly, "Will you dance all the time?"
Jiang Shen thought for a long time before he said in confusion: "I don't know..." After a pause, he continued, "But Qing Lingzi, I hope you can keep drawing."
Qing Lingzi looked at him.
Jiang Shen pursed his lips, and he showed a slightly shy smile: "Your brother must also hope so."
When Qing Lingzi arrived home, Miao Huaer was washing apples in the yard, and saw her daughter come back and babbled: "Why is it so late today, are you hungry, let's eat first?"
Qing Lingzi replied wearily: "I have no appetite."
Miao Hua'er usually treasures her daughter the most, and when she heard "no appetite", she became a little anxious, "Why do you have no appetite? We ate on the way?"
Qing Lingzi didn't want to listen to her nagging, so he repeated a few words "eat, eat" perfunctorily. She ran into the room and closed the door behind her backhand.
"..." Miao Hua'er was biting the apple and was at a loss. Chen Laoshi heard the movement upstairs, so he came down deliberately, and looked at his daughter's door for a long time before carefully asking his wife: "What's wrong?"
Miao Hua'er bit the pulp in one bite, and said vaguely, "How do I know, you go knock on the door!"
Chen Laoshi: "When did we knock on the door when she closed it? Isn't this the period of rebellion?"
Miao Hua'er nodded his head: "Rebellious, how old is Qing Lingzi, and he's not that little bastard like Gou Mao!"
Because I was in a hurry to go out to class in the afternoon, the manuscript paper that Gou Mao had sorted out before was messed up all over the floor. Qing Lingzi set up the easel and squatted down to pick up the manuscript paper. After picking up the paper, he suddenly became irritable again, so he quickly rubbed it A few were rotten and thrown aside.
But after a while, the little girl still regretted it.
Qing Lingzi picked up the manuscript paper while wiping her face and flattened it again. She didn't make a sound, but the tears fell more and more uncontrollably. The black lines on the manuscript paper were blurred into dots. It became a puddle of water.
Seeing Jiang Shen coming home late, Tan Lingling didn't mention anything, only confessed that someone had called to look for him.
"Who is it?" Jiang Shen asked while eating.
Tan Lingling: "He said his name is Bai Jinyi, ouch, the voice of a child is so cute, polite and nice."
Jiang Shen muttered: "Is there... He doesn't talk to me like this."
Tan Lingling smiled: "So what?"
Jiang Shen thought for a while: "It's fierce anyway."
Tan Lingling laughed tremblingly, Jiang Luoshan couldn't hold it back, Jiang Shen was a little upset at being teased, and didn't clear the table after dinner, Tan Lingling let him go.
Jiang Shen would review the dance notes every night after a good meal. When the phone rang in the living room, he didn't even think about answering it until Jiang Luoshan urged him: "It must be classmate Xiaobai, go and answer it."
Jiang Shen hesitated and had no choice but to pick it up: "Hello?"
"..." Bai Jinyi obviously recognized his voice, and said calmly, "Why are you so slow."
Jiang Shen muttered in his heart, "You know it's me again."
Bai Jinyi didn't expect him to answer, and cut straight to the point: "My chicken won't eat, can you help me?"
Jiang Shen: "Don't you drink water?"
Bai Jinyi said, "Wait a minute." There was a sound of slippers kicking on the ground from the other end of the phone, and the kick came back after a while, "It seems that I didn't drink."
Jiang Shen suppressed a smile: "How do you know?"
Bai Jin breathed a little hard: "I measured the water basin with a ruler, and it's not missing."
Jiang Shen: "..."
He grew up so big, it was the first time he saw chickens raised so precisely...
"Why don't you speak?" Bai Jin urged him.
Jiang Shen coughed: "It's okay, you may be timid in an unfamiliar environment on the first day, so you ate it in the middle of the night."
Bai Jinyi didn't quite believe it: "Won't you starve to death?"
Jiang Shen sighed: "It's not so easy to die..."
Bai Jin seemed relieved once he got the guarantee. He didn't know what to talk about for a while, so he was silent for a while, and suddenly asked: "What are you doing?"
Jiang Shen reported honestly: "Look at the dance notes." He seemed to have just remembered, and asked back, "How do you know my phone number?"
"I asked Teacher Lin for it." Bai Jinyi's tone finally became smug, and Jiang Shen seemed to be able to see the other party's arrogant eyebrow raised expression across the phone line.
"Bring a pen." Bai Jinyi suddenly ordered.
Jiang Shen: "What are you doing?" Although he asked, he obediently took the paper and pen.
Bai Jinyi: "Remember my mobile phone number."
Jiang Shen frowned: "I don't have a mobile phone..."
Bai Jinyi: "Write that down too, and call me on my home phone later."
Jiang Shen thought to himself that I have nothing to look for you... I wrote it very quickly in my hand. After I finished writing, I found that the 11-digit number is very easy to remember.
"I am an auspicious number." Bai Jinyi flaunted, "I have never told anyone except you."
Jiang Shen didn't know auspicious numbers, he memorized the number after reading it several times, and said happily, "I remember it."
Bai Jinyi let out a satisfied "hum".
Jiang Shen has never had such a long phone call with anyone. After all, every household in a rural village is close to each other. If you want to call friends and companions to find someone to talk about, you can just call the name at the village entrance.
As soon as Bai Jin didn't hang up the phone, Jiang Shen didn't want to hang up. His ear was a little hot when it was attached to the microphone, so he had to switch sides, and the two ears took turns to work.
"Bai Jinyi." Jiang Shen asked him, "Will you keep boxing?"
Bai Jinyi said without hesitation: "Yes."
Jiang Shen: "Your parents promised you?"
Bai Jinyi: "Listen to what they are doing. When I first started punching, my mother didn't agree, so I still came to fight."
Jiang Shen: "..." This order seems wrong...
Bai Jinyi is obviously much more sensitive: "Your parents won't let you dance?"
"It's not me..." Jiang Shen didn't expect him to be able to guess, and he said embarrassedly, "I have a younger sister who is a painter, and the family may not let her learn."
Bai Jinyi: "Then does she still want to continue painting?"
Jiang Shen said seriously: "Of course, Qing Lingzi is going to be a great painter."
"That's fine." Bai Jinyi took it for granted, "As long as you want to draw, you will be able to draw."
"Hey." Jiang Shen sighed, he was a little anxious, "It's not as easy as you think."
Jiang Shen didn't know what to say. He suddenly realized that it was meaningless to discuss this issue with Bai Jinyi. Bai Jinyi's conditions, his own conditions, could not discuss some things fairly anyway. After thinking about it, Jiang Shen is actually a little lonely.
For the first time, imitating the tone of an adult, he said helplessly: "You will understand later."
As soon as he hung up the phone with Bai Jin, Jiang Shen rubbed his red ears, Tan Lingling saw it, and laughed at him: "I have to meet tomorrow, and I have been talking for so long today, it's okay if I don't see each other overnight."
Jiang Shen said awkwardly: "No more." He asked his mother, "Is the dog hair back?"
Tan Lingling: "I didn't hear anything, what's the matter?"
Jiang Shen shook his head: "It's okay." He took some chicken food and went to the yard to feed Tony, and occasionally looked outside, and waited for a while before he saw someone walking slowly from the entrance of the village. When someone approached, there was Only then did he see clearly that it was Chen Maoxiu.
Gou Mao also saw him.
"Why aren't you sleeping yet?" Gou Mao asked through the courtyard door, and he even took a peek at Tony, luckily the chicken was already sleepy and didn't bother to bother him.
Jiang Shen: "You came back too late."
Gou Mao: "It's rare." He gestured to Jiang Shen to reach out his hand, "It's for you."
Jiang Shen looked down at the colorful wrapping paper: "What is this?"
"Imported candies." Gou Mao proudly said, "You and Qing Lingzi are half of each other."
Jiang Shen laughed "hehe": "Thank you, Brother Gou Mao."
Gou Mao stretched out his hand and patted the top of his head: "I'm going back, you should go to bed early."
Jiang Shen nodded while holding Tang. He watched Gou Mao enter the next room before adding some water to Tony at last, and returned to the room with his slippers on.
Miao Hua'er and Chen Laoshi were already asleep, and Gou Mao tiptoedly opened the door of Qing Lingzi's room. The little girl also looked dishonest in her sleep, with the cup rolled up and stuffed in her bosom. Good quilt, put the sugar next to my sister's pillow.
I don't know how long Qing Lingzi drew before going to bed, the charcoal paper and easel were confiscated, and the dog hair was not messed up, so I had to squat down to clean it up for her.
He can't understand paintings, but the outlines of the drafts on the paper can still be clearly distinguished.
"Who is this painting?" Gou Mao moved closer to distinguish carefully, and he muttered softly with some amusement, "Stinky girl, don't you have someone you like..."