Another day, the sun is still shining.
In the morning, Kitano was sitting at the table practicing guitar, while Chen Nian was lying on the windowsill looking at the busy alley. It was the morning market, and many vegetable farmers were selling vegetables by the roadside.
At some point, the melody in the house stopped.
Chen Nian didn't move, but was still lying on his stomach. After a while, Kitano's shoes appeared in his sight. Chen Nian raised his head to look at it. He jumped up on the windowsill and said, "Go out for a walk."
She was about to climb up against the window sill, Beiye leaned over and handed it to her, Chen Nian paused for a second, and handed it over.
He mentioned it a little, carried her to the window sill, and didn't forget to sneer: "She's skinny like a monkey."
Chen Nian: "..."
Kitano jumped, landed on the cement board, and turned around and reached out to her. The cement board is not wide, Chen Nian's feet trembled slightly, he squatted down slowly, held his hand, and safely slid down to the cement board under his support.
The two walked across the narrow cement board against the wall, walked down the fire stairs, and reached the courtyard wall.
A vegetable farmer who sells fresh buds is squatting in the corner, and the leaves of the buds are piled up on the side to form a hill.
Kitano jumped and walked down the courtyard wall with ease.
Chen Nian was still on top, staring blankly, moving left and right, trying to find a more stable position.
Kitano stretched out his arm towards her, motioning to jump into his arms; Chen Nian pursed his lips and shook his head very lightly, indicating that he did not need to help.
Kitano snorted, withdrew his hand, and looked at her white dress under the blue sky like a joke; he squinted for a while, then suddenly twitched the corner of his lips strangely, not to mention how bad it was.
Chen Nian realized it later, his face was hot, and he carefully covered his skirt.
So can't see it.
Kitano said, "If you don't come down again, I'll leave."
He gestured to turn around and leave, bluffing her: "Just stand on the wall and wait for me."
Chen Nian was not willing, and hurriedly squatted down while clutching his skirt, lowering his center of gravity: "Don't..."
Seeing that she was in a hurry, Kitano felt a little more at ease. He stretched out his hand to her "reluctantly" and said, "I will follow you and I won't fall."
Chen Nian's heart beat hard, and he crashed into the boy's arms. He caught her firmly and landed on the pile of fluffy buds.
In the morning market, farmers from nearby towns bring their own fruits, vegetables and poultry to the market to sell.
When he encountered a very fresh cucumber on the road, Kitano bought one, washed it under the faucet by the roadside, and broke two pieces, one for himself and one for Chen Nian.
Chen Nian took it and followed behind him to bite the cucumber.
Walking and walking, I saw a group of small yellow ducks, fluffy in a small group, densely packed in a small cardboard box, you squeeze me and I peck you.
Chen Nian took a few more glances, and Kitano saw it and asked, "Do you want to?"
Chen Nian nodded slightly.
Kitano squatted to the side of the box, glanced around, pulled out a little duck, turned it over and looked at its butt, the little duck kicked in the air with its two webs.
He put it back and grabbed another one to look at.
Chen Nian looked at him suspiciously. He chose the second one, pushed it to Chen Nian's feet, took out the one he chose the first time, and sent it to Chen Nian's feet. The two ducklings looked up at Chen Nian dumbfounded.
Chen Nian squatted down and touched their heads.
Kitano paid the money and said, "Let's go."
The two little ducks fluttered their small wings and short legs, and staggered and ran after Chen Nian.
They did not go back the same way, but walked from the gate of the factory. There was no one in the compound, Chen Nian followed Beiye, and the two little ducks followed her.
When they got home, they still circled around Chen Nian's feet. Chen Nian went to the toilet and ran in. Kitano raised his foot to stop the two ducks at the door, and reprimanded them for their yellow hair.
That's good, the duck turned his head to recognize him, and they followed him wherever he went. Kitano got impatient and picked them up and threw them into the shoebox.
The phone rang, Kitano picked it up, walked aside,
"Fuck, can't you fucking control your legs?"
"I told you to stop doing it!"
"Next time you fucking..." Kitano heard the sound of the bathroom door opening and jumped out of the window.
After a while, he came back, his face was not very good, and he said to Chen Nian, "I'll go out."
Chen Nian stared at him. Those are her unique eyes, clean, light, always emotionless, but like a baby's hand that will firmly grasp people.
Kitano's expression changed slightly, and he lowered his voice inexplicably, and said, "My friend has something to do." He added, "A friend who grew up together."
Chen Nian still looked at him, nodded again, and turned to play with the ducks.
Kitano followed her for a while, walked to the table, and took out a key from the drawer for her: "It's for the rolling shutter door."
Chen Nian said, "I... don't need it."
Kitano said, "In case you want to go out for a walk."
Chen Nian said, "I don't want to... go out for a walk."
"..." Kitano was silent, but still gave her the key: "Be careful when pulling the door, don't hurt your hand. Hold it."
Chen Nian reached out to pick it up, he took it back, dug out a red woolen rope in the cabinet, put the key on, and hung it around her neck.
Chen Nian let him put it on her, looked down and said nothing, took a small bowl to fill the duck with water.
Kitano walked a few steps and came back. He took out the remote control from the crack of the old sofa and said, "Just watch TV if you have nothing to do." After pressing it a few times, there was no response. It seemed that the battery was dead.
He lifted the cover behind the butt of the remote control and squeezed the battery a few times.
Chen Nian looked up at him and said, "I have... books." She pointed to her schoolbag.
Kitano paused and said, "Oh, reading." He lowered his head and removed the two batteries, and pressed the cover back.
He crawled out from under the rolling shutter door, and when he pulled the door closed, Chen Nian was still squatting on the ground playing with the ducklings, and he didn't say goodbye to him.
He trotted across the hallway and downstairs. For the first time, people want to go back before they leave.
Helping a friend clean up a bunch of shit,
When Kitano came back on a motorcycle, it was almost dusk. In the distance, I could see the white shadow under the tree. He suddenly wanted to laugh, but he didn't; he accelerated and rushed over to brake.
Chen Nian swept the floor under the shadow of the trees, leaving the lines of brooms wherever he passed. When Kitano saw it, there was an indescribable emotion in his heart, as if the fine lines of a broom were scratched on his heart.
He got out of the car and said, "What do you do with these leaves?"
Chen Nian said: "I swept it, and it looks clean... clean."
Going upstairs, I found that the stairs were also swept. In the corridor, coal ash and paper scraps were cleaned up, and used items such as bicycle lucky fans were also placed neatly.
Kitano said, "I didn't ask you to be a cleaner."
Chen Nian followed behind him and didn't answer.
Kitano lowered his voice again and asked seriously, "It's boring, do you have nothing to do?"
Chen Nian shook his head: "I've read the book. This counts as... halfway, rest."
"Heh, rest." Kitano mocked and walked into the room, only to see her book spread out on the table, turning a page in the wind. In an instant, my heart was as light as that page of paper.
He turned around and threw a package to her, she hurriedly caught it, it was a package of sweet plums. When you go out, you must bring her snacks.
Chen Nian put Huamei in his schoolbag.
He grabbed the collar and shook the fan, took out a bottle of beer from the refrigerator, knocked it on the edge of the table, the bottle cap opened, fell into his palm, and threw it into the trash. The teenager raised his head and poured beer into his mouth, grumbling, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.
Chen Nian stared blankly. He lowered his head and caught her looking at him, a strange color flashed in his eyes. She turned away.
"What do you want for dinner?"
Chen Nian was good at smoothing his skirt, sat down, and said, "All... OK."
She lowered her head to continue reading, but the textbook was taken away by Kitano. She looked up at him, and he said, "Speak well."
Chen Nian didn't know what was wrong, his eyes were confused and confused.
Kitano got up, pulled out a book from under the cabinet, patted the dust on it, spread it out and handed it to her, saying, "Read."
Chen Nian lowered his eyelids. It was a primary school Chinese textbook.
Kitano turned the pages of the book, quickly picked out a text, and tapped on the Chinese characters with his fingers: "It's snowing." After waiting for a few seconds, he looked at her sideways, "Look at what I'm doing, read the book."
Chen Nian read the book.
Kitano: "Read."
Chen Nian: "..."
There are various small animals drawn in elementary school textbooks, and there are pinyin on each Chinese character, which is extremely naive.
Kitano said, "It's snowing."
Chen Nian said, "It's... snowing."
"It's snowing," he repeated, his voice as low as a cello, clear and hazy.
"… It's snowing."
"In the snow,"
"...In the snow," Chen Nian nodded his head unconsciously, barely speaking.
"coming,"
"coming,"
"A group of little painters."
"… a group of little painters."
Kitano: "A group of little painters came to the snow."
Chen Nian: "..."
"Don't be nervous, say it a few times in your heart, and then say it slowly." Kitano said.
Chen Nian lowered his eyes and read it a few times in his mind as he said, before saying very slowly, "A group of little painters came from the snow."
After she finished speaking, she raised her eyes to look at him cautiously and subtly; although he lowered his head, he was looking at her, two deep folds were raised on his eyelids, his eyes shot from under the brow bone, he smiled very lightly, lowered his Eyes continued to read.
When the setting sun touched his cheek lightly, his heart beat out of rhythm.
"Chicken draws bamboo leaves,"
"Chicken painting... Bamboo leaves," Chen Nian stammered inexplicably and lowered his head consciously.
The girl's mind is like a lake, and his voice is the foam on the lake.
"Chicken draws bamboo leaves." Kitano said again, his voice low;
Chen Nian took his heart and said softly, "The chicken draws bamboo leaves."
"Puppy draws plum blossoms."
"Puppy draws plum blossoms."
"The duckling draws the maple leaf, and the pony draws the crescent moon.
No paint, no pen,
A few steps into a painting.
Why didn't the frog participate
He's asleep in the cave..."
The sky outside the window was colorful, and before you knew it, the sun went down.
The smell of toast wafts in.
Everything turned golden.
One morning, the voices of people came from outside the window. Kitano opened his eyes in the hot and humid air. He slowly turned around to see that the bed was empty.
Kitano sat up all of a sudden, and the scene in the house was taken in at a glance, but Chen Nian was not there.
Kitano jumped out of bed, the box was still there, but the two ducks were gone.
The rolling shutter was locked from the inside, Kitano jumped out of the window, stood on the courtyard wall and glanced at the alley. Chen Nian wouldn't jump off by himself, let alone with two ducks.
There was a faint sound of reading in the sky.
Kitano looked back and walked up the fire stairs to the top of the building. The voice became clearer and clearer, the tone was even and steady, and the voice was naturally soft:
"A crow was thirsty and looked everywhere for water to drink. . . . the crow saw a bottle with water. . . There's not much water in it...it can't drink it. What should I do?..."
She held the book and sat on the edge of the building, her feet dangling in the air. As she lowered her head, a strand of hair fell out. She stroked it, and it fell again after a while.
Kitano went over and sat beside her.
Chen Nian closed the book and put it aside.
The two sat side by side on the roof of the building in the morning, the crowd was busy, the buildings were scattered, and there was a railway track in the distance, and the weeds disappeared along the railway line.
Chen Nian said: "When I was looking for a book... I saw this."
It's a black Bible.
Chen Nian looked at him and asked questions with his eyes; Bei Ye didn't know: "What do you want to ask?"
She had no choice but to say it in words: "... Have you seen it?"
"No." Kitanoshou propped himself on the ground behind him, looking up at the sky, "My mother bought it."
Chen Nian said "Oh" and nodded.
After a few seconds, he sneered: "Use it as a prop to play a nun."
Chen Nian seemed to understand but frowned at him, but when he looked into the distance, Chenfeng blew the broken hair on his forehead, revealing a full and clean forehead. She saw in his eyes that he wanted to leave and go far away.
The sound of the train whistle broke through the wind, Chen Nian looked over. The iron car carried countless people into the distance. More than a month later, there will be her figure there.
The two teenagers looked away.
The smell of golden toast wafted again, and the teenagers were hungry.
Kitano suddenly stood up and said, "Go wandering."
Run away!
The boy and girl quickly reached an agreement and decided to run away from home.
One day.
With guitars and ducks, they jumped off the courtyard walls with different expectations and nervousness than usual; they bought freshly baked bread as dry food; Beggars... all make them novel and fascinate them.
How far can they go in one day
Their hearts raced, and they walked all the way along the road to the intersection of the train and highway, and since then they have left the city and walked along the railway tracks into the distance.
Walking to the riverside, the two teenagers stopped and sat on the bank, eating bread to replenish their energy, and watching the cargo and passenger ships pass by, white smoke billowing from the boiler room on the ship.
Enough rest, they continued walking.
After passing the Sanshui Bridge, the railway tracks spread over the overgrown earth.
Throughout the day, they seemed to have gone a long way. Chen Nian didn't feel tired at all.
School, home, everything quietly left, their influence on her weakened and disappeared.
She is free.
She walked side by side with him on the rails, wobbly balancing.
There was a tremor on the rails under their feet, and Kitano said, "The train is coming." The two jumped off the rails, the whistle sounded from far to near, and they walked on the side where the weeds were higher than people.
On the other side is the sunflower field, Chen Nian looked at it and said, "It's beautiful over there."
"Then go over." Kitano said, walking onto the sleeper. The train was coming fast, a hundred meters away. The teenager crossed the rails, stepped on the sleepers and leaped to the side of the sunflower, turned around and waved at her, "Come on."
Chen Nian's heart tightened, his body swayed forward, and he turned his head to see that the rapidly expanding train looked like a huge mechanical insect.
Seventy meters, fifty meters, the sound of the train was deafening, Chen Nian's heart was beating violently, she took a step forward, and the second step was as heavy.
The body is eager to try, the spirit is highly nervous, her heart is going to rush!
Thirty meters, ten meters,…
Whoosh! …
Sunflower and the boy were swallowed by the red monster, and the train lay between them.
In the end, Chen Nian didn't jump out of that step.
The strong wind and air seemed to rip her face off, tear her shell and soul apart. Her white dress was pulled into a flag in the wind.
The train galloped past, and the boy reappeared in the sunflower field, watching her quietly.
Eyes meet, heaven and earth are silent; an invisible train stops there forever.
May,
The flowers bloomed and the grass grew long, the clouds moved and the wind was light, Chen Nian stood on the side of the railroad tracks in chaos, the excitement of escape receded, and a long feeling of sadness gradually filled his heart.