Thank you for making me who I like

Chapter 6 To grow up happily and recklessly is accompanied by each other (2)
It was the early autumn of another year, Luo Qiuqiu and Xia Aduo went to different high schools, and the way home was no longer the same.

They often go to each other's school by bike during their lunch break, have lunch together, and chat while eating.After lunch, someone rode back again.

Once, they made an appointment to go to Xia Aduo's school at noon.Xia A'Duo was about to start class, but Luo Qiuqiu didn't come either.Xia Aduo put fried noodles in a lunch box, bought a cup of pearl milk tea, and rode to Luo Qiuqiu's school by bicycle.Halfway through the ride, it rained heavily.Xia Aduo wrapped the lunch box in a plastic bag, tied the hem of the school uniform shirt, and bravely moved forward in the heavy rain.

At this time, Luo Qiuqiu happened to push the cart out of the carport. She had been busy drawing blackboard newspapers just now.It was raining heavily, and the sky and the earth were covered with fog. She turned around and ran back to the classroom, and went to self-study hungry.Suddenly, Xia Aduo poked his head in and asked, "Is Luo Qiuqiu there?" The classmate nodded.Xia A Duo showed a reassuring smile and said, "Please give her the fried noodles and milk tea."

Luo Qiuqiu heard the students whispering: "Who is that? She has dyed her hair! Did you see her wrist? She also has tattoos!"

The comments of her classmates made her a little uneasy.Next week is her birthday, and she invited her close classmates to a party at home, and she also wanted to introduce Xia Aduo to everyone.But obviously, her image has already labeled her as a bad child. What will her parents think when they see her?

Luo Qiuqiu hesitated again and again, and said to Xia Aduo: "On my birthday, you must come, but..."

Before she finished speaking, Xia Aduo said: "Don't worry, I understand."

That day, Xia A'Duo arrived last, and Luo Qiuqiu saw that her hair had been dyed back to black.Luo Qiuqiu's heart suddenly tightened.She also saw that in order to cover the tattoos, Xia Aduo was wearing a long-sleeved shirt on such a hot day.

Xia Aduo greeted Luo Qiuqiu's parents obediently, and greeted everyone with a smile. When everyone was playing, she helped cook in the kitchen, and helped clean up the dishes after eating.

When parents praised Xia Aduo, Luo Qiuqiu turned around and hugged Xia Aduo, crying quietly.

Xia Duo said: "Fool, you are my only friend."

After the college entrance examination, Xia Aduo was admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts, and Luo Qiuqiu was admitted to a famous southern school, one in the north and one in the south, separated by more than 1000 kilometers of railway lines.Friendship is no longer as warm as when we were young, but there is more tacit understanding.

Xia Aduo fell in love, she devoted herself wholeheartedly and was enthusiastically happy, Luo Qiuqiu could feel her happiness thousands of miles away.

It was early summer when Luo Qiuqiu heard the news of Xia Aduo's broken love.Xia Duo cried and said, "Honey, it would be great if you were by my side at this time!"

Luo Qiuqiu said, "Okay, wait for me."

She put down the phone, packed her luggage, and went straight to the train station. The train passed through countless small towns and villages. Night after morning, she stood in front of Xia Ado.

At night, they sat on the playground and looked at the moon through the branches of the plane trees.Xia Aduo said: "Sing for me." Luo Qiuqiu sang for her, singing on and off, from 7 o'clock in the evening to 3 o'clock in the morning.Later, they sat under the tree and leaned against each other, Xia Aduo slowly fell asleep, and Luo Qiuqiu didn't close his eyes all night.

At dawn, the sun rose and the sky was full of red clouds. Xia A'Duo opened her eyes, Luo Qiuqiu was looking at her with a smile, and said, "Look, the sun has risen again, and today is a new day."

When returning to the south, Luo Qiuqiu bought a pot of sunflowers and put them on the balcony of Xia Aduo's dormitory.She said: "When no one loves us, we should love ourselves even more. We should be like sunflowers, always full of hope of love. At least there is me!"

Xia Aduo nodded: "Well, at least there is me!"

There are many kinds of happiness in this world.When someone says to you "at least there is me", you will know that it is a kind of happiness.

live in spring
Mo Chen
When the first locust tree rain fell on Huaishu Street, Su Xiaoke left, and with her was the beekeeper Chen Sheng who came from afar.

Walking is a very simple and profound word. It can be understood as a short-term action or an eternal state.I know that Su Xiaoke's "going" is an eternal state, but I don't understand why she didn't say goodbye to me.

In fact, there is nothing strange about it. When I was closest to Su Xiaoke, I often didn't know what she was thinking.

My family’s steamed stuffed bun shop was at the east end of Huaishu Street, Su Xiaoke’s home was at the west end of Huaishu Street, and the high school at that time was right in the middle of Huaishu Street.Every morning I walk from the east end to the west, and she walks from the west end to the east, followed by her puppy Fugui, and when she reaches the school gate, she turns her head and says goodbye to Fugui.

At school, they all called me "Sister Baozi". When they walked by me, they would habitually wrinkle their noses and sniff the sauerkraut smell on my blue school uniform jacket, although most of the time there was only Liby laundry detergent. Fragrance of lavender.Only Su Xiaoke didn't, she never called me by my nickname, her soft voice, with ups and downs in pitch, composed the three characters "Xia Qingyang" into a short and refreshing ditty.I am obsessed with this short and beautiful moment, and I am always willing to get close to her, going to and after school together, and the friendship between girls is stronger and more mellow in this back and forth interaction.

Sometimes, standing in front of the mirror, I would sigh: How can such a face be worthy of such a graceful and graceful name?However, Su Xiaoke left, and from now on, no one will remember that "Sister Baozi" had a name that came out of the "Book of Songs" with the moisture of grass - Xia Qingyang.

Huaishu Street is an old street, and the pagoda trees on both sides of the street are too old to count their annual rings.The street is too short, and the accumulated stories gradually cannot even fit in this street.Time is stretched into a silver thread, and in a flash, those stories that have been used as talking points by the old men and women sitting under the trees to enjoy the cool air no longer arouse our desire to eavesdrop.

Su Xiaoke's secret has long been an open legend in school, and everyone will add their own subjective judgments in the process of retelling.But I never mentioned it in front of Su Xiaoke. Everyone has wounds that they don't want to show others. It's inconvenient to mention it.What's more, we are friends. No matter what labels others put on her, I always believe that she is a kind angel with broken wings, just like I am just a slightly larger angel.But because of the big part, I couldn't fly.

The other half of Su Xiaoke's wings were broken by the closest person in the world.

"In the early summer when I was ten years old, the pagoda trees on Huaishu Street bloomed as well as this year. Even my pink mosquito net was stained with the fragrance of pagoda trees. I lay in the fragrance of flowers, dreaming a sweet dream. Some The voice broke into my dream, and I was in a daze. I only saw her back flashing at the door. I got out of bed barefoot and ran for a long distance along the street. The street was so quiet that it was unreal. She couldn't find a foothold, and was quickly blown away by the cool summer wind. She only looked back at me, then turned and got into the car parked by the roadside.

"I don't blame her for blindly pursuing her love and yearning for a better life. I just hate this feeling of being abandoned. At that time, I didn't understand why she didn't give me an explanation? Later, I figured it out, she didn't I don’t care about my attitude, whether I forgive or not, it will not affect her future life. I raise Fugui because dogs are more loyal than people, as long as I don’t abandon them, they will never abandon me.”

When the twilight fell, I vaguely saw tears sliding down Su Xiaoke's cheeks, like the small canals on Huaishu Street after the heavy rain.Fugui squatted at her feet, biting Su Xiaoke's trouser legs with his teeth, this was probably the greatest amount of comfort it could give.

Chen Sheng drove a swarm of bees to Huaishu Street. He walked past Su Xiaoke's house, past my bun shop, and set up a red tent on the east side of the street. A row of green wooden boxes was placed in front of the tent. Swarms of bees buzzed around the box.

This scene attracted a large number of students in the morning class. Everyone stood on a circle with the tent as the center and a radius of 3 meters, chirping.

"Do you smell the fragrance?" Su Xiaoke asked.

"Acacia flower fragrance."

"No, it's not the fragrance of Sophora japonica, but the distant fragrance brought by bees."

In order to find the source of the fragrance of flowers, we skipped the whole morning class.After the crowd dispersed, we walked into the red tent.After that day, Su Xiaoke and I became regular visitors in the tent, and we called the red tent "Moulin Rouge".

Chen Sheng said that the fragrance we smell is the fragrance of flowers from afar brought by bees.When he was young, he realized that there were many more things to look forward to in life besides reading, so he resolutely followed the beekeeping team at home, like a gypsy, wandering all the way chasing the fragrance of flowers; He feels that he is a flower; he said that everyone has to go out once in his life, and only when he goes out can he know that the world is not only as big as the place where he grew up.I thought, if you are alone on the road, you must be lonely, otherwise you wouldn't have said so many specious things to the two little girls.

When Chen Sheng said this, Su Xiaoke raised his face and listened very intently, his eyes looked at Chen Sheng's face, but it seemed that he was not, his thoughts had already wandered away from the Moulin Rouge, and he didn't know where he went.

The afternoon before Su Xiaoke left, we were chatting at the Moulin Rouge, and Chen Sheng said that he was going to chase the bees away tomorrow.

"You see how well the pagoda tree blooms now, why did you leave?" Su Xiaoke asked.

"This is the last eruption of the locust tree, and it should be defeated soon. I'm afraid it will be too late, so I have to leave early..."

On the way back that day, Su Xiaoke said: "Xia Qingyang, people on Huaishu Street only walk from the east end of the street to the west end of the street. I don't want this kind of life. I want to leave and find a place where the seasons are like spring and live in seclusion. No one will know about my past anymore."

will you take me awayI have kept this sentence in my heart for a long time, but I finally did not ask it out.I know that there is another me in her past, besides, my bun shop is still on the east side of the street, and my parents are also there.

The next day, Su Xiaoke left.I met Fugui in front of her house, and on the way home carrying Fugui, I suddenly remembered Ouyang Feng's words: "If you want to avoid being rejected by others, the best way is to reject others first."

The "Sister Baozi" who stayed on Huaishu Street lived like running water as before. The only thing that changed was my figure. The extra fat part when I was young was finally elongated by time and became tall and slender. "Sister Baozi The nickname "has gradually ceased to be mentioned as the bun shop closed.

A few years later, I graduated from university and taught Chinese in a middle school on the street.

Time flies so fast, from the east end of the street to the west end of the street, the sun sets.In late autumn, I received a letter with "Gulangyu" printed on the postmark.

"Xia Qingyang, it's been seven years since I left. I hope you still remember me. How are you? Is Fugui okay? I'm fine. Although I don't have pagoda trees on Huaishu Street, there are patches of coconut groves. The sky is always green, I like the color of the sky here, and I miss the fragrance of pagoda trees on Huaishu Street..."

I started from the small town and got on the train bound for Gulangyu Island.From the seat by the window, you can see the weeds on the wilderness with the head slightly lowered in the twilight.Time goes back with the scenery outside the window, until seven years ago, the beautiful Su Xiaoke, the lonely Su Xiaoke...

The next day, when the train came into the station, Chaoyang had already painted a layer of pink cream on the small square of the station.

I saw Su Xiaoke parting the red and walking towards me with his back against the rising sun.I often review her eyebrows and eyes, so that I recognized her at a glance.

She took me back to the hut she rented. It was a small two-story wooden building. Outside the open wooden lattice windows was a blue sea.She works part-time in the bookstore downstairs during the day, and sings in a nearby bar at night. I know that her soft voice can participate in the draft competition.

"I didn't go with Chen Sheng. He just sent me to the train station in the small town, and then we went to different worlds. I want my own life. Before I was 15, I had no choice. That was the life she gave me. , but the road ahead, I have to walk by myself. I am fine now, I can support myself, and I have seen a wider world. A life that can be completed in one street is not what I want..."

That night, I sat under the stage and listened to her singing lightly on the stage: "Live in the spring, near the ocean, a person who loves..." When she sang, there were twinkling little stars in her eyes, that is life The original color of the individual, only in the free and open world, can the individual emit such light.

I know she found what she wanted in life, living in the spring, near the ocean, a person to love, a dog...  

give you the strength of one hand

Haining
He Sheng, if one day I need you, can you help me?

She thought for a moment, and then typed these words on the screen to show me: If there is such a day, I will give you the strength of one hand.

He Sheng, you are so stingy.I smiled to myself, and typed the keyboard on the screen: If there is such a day, He Sheng, I will give you the strength of your hands.All my strength.

Thank you.

He Sheng is such a girl, she seems to think carefully before saying every word, and never says something too nice.Sometimes I imagine her appearance, and I picture such a girl in my heart: tall and thin, with a slightly angular face, a little indifferent temperament in her eyebrows and eyes, slightly messy long hair, not much talk, with a smart and beautiful personality. finger——He Sheng's occupation is painting, and he reproduces some famous paintings for some galleries and home furnishing companies, and sells them as handicrafts.

I never thought of seeing her intentionally, and conversations like this are just part of our ordinary chats, and have little to do with reality.He Sheng typed slowly and spoke simply.

He Sheng is a friend I "picked up" by accident.

A girl who was born and raised in a small remote county firmly wanted another life, so I came to the provincial capital of Xi’an with 200 yuan and a few small pieces of tofu I posted in the newspaper, thinking that I was so close to my dream .The reality is that I have been living in a shared house with strangers, doing hard work with meager income, and selling my energy more often, so I can only sneak in to the Internet cafe to write some short articles to continue the stubborn love in my heart.

When I returned home during the Spring Festival, I learned that a middle school classmate had also gone to Xi’an. From her family, I got her phone number and QQ number.When I went back, the phone never got through.At that time, I was working as a salesperson in a small bookstore, and I had to work until 10 o'clock in the evening every day.The situation that day was really bad. In the comic book area I was in charge of, a set of books was inexplicably missing.Half a month's salary was deducted and the boss scolded me.

Full of grievances, I ran to the Internet cafe, trying to find that classmate, but in the end, I found He Sheng.When I asked her for the sixth time, "Are you there, I'm Wenjun", I finally saw the verified reply, only two words: Hello.

I thought it was the person I was looking for, so I started chatting, asking her what happened to the phone, and then complained before I could answer... As a result, the other party waited for me to finish all these nonsense words before replying: Everyone's life is similar, maybe, it's better to say it.

She was right, and it would be better if she said it out. Although it could not change the status quo, she felt that someone had already taken responsibility.In this way, I remembered that I forgot to ask her, but she said: I am not the person you are looking for.

That's how I met He Sheng.Keeping her in my friend list, not everyone will listen to a stranger's talk for no reason, a person with good intentions is worth keeping.

It was a month later that I met He Sheng again.At 11:[-] in the evening, she was hanging there, and she still remembered me, asking: how are you doing recently?
Only then did I find out that He Sheng lives in Lanzhou, and we are not in the same city at all.

Gradually know some of each other's life situation.I slowly started to feel like a friend with her. She can give me advice and care for me.Once, she suggested to me that if I just want to write some characters, I can actually buy a second-hand computer for a few hundred dollars.

On the Internet, I occasionally meet He Sheng and say hello like a familiar friend.Contrary to me, she doesn't seem to like talking.She is better at listening, and her words are always simple. The few words she uses the most are: are you there, be happy, you will be fine... But I know how rare it is to have someone who indulges you in this kind of life.

To He Sheng, frankly speaking, I don't have too much concern. I imagined that her life is much better than mine. She lives with her parents. She also said that such a career can't be exchanged for anything else, and the income is not bad.

Half a year later, I applied for a job as an editor for a privately-run newspaper supplement, and those inconspicuous words helped me.After receiving the employment notice, he immediately ran back and turned on the computer to find He Sheng.She wasn't online until the next night, when I saw her reply: work hard.

During those three months, I worked extremely hard, and staying up late became a common occurrence, because only two of the six people on trial would remain, and the competition was brutal.I cherish this opportunity very much, so I have to pay more.

But after three months, I was told that the trial failed.When I left with a pitiful salary, I realized that the number of places was actually predetermined from the beginning, and we were just a formal foil.

I lost my job again, and a few days later, the girl I lived with disappeared in my absence, along with my old computer and a few decent clothes.At that time, I had no complaints other than being dazed.The girl from Sichuan had an even more difficult life. She had been serving dishes in a small restaurant, and the little money she earned was used for her younger brother’s education. We lived under the same roof, but we could never become friends. In the end, we ended up in this way. separate.

Sitting blankly in the Internet cafe, He Sheng didn't show up until almost 10 o'clock.I said: I am out of work again, and I lost my computer.

In almost two years, she has become the person I can confide to the most.My happiness and unhappiness are all left to her.

Are you sad?
Yes.

After a long silence, she asked: Do you need my help?

After a long silence, I said: Yes.

Suddenly he lay down on the keyboard and cried, and the screen was messed up.

(End of this chapter)