Bailangbian

Chapter 01

The typhoon lingered for three days and finally passed, leaving a messy city.

Song Fengfeng took a peanut and sat on the messy rooftop to eat. When he looked up, he saw a person walking on the Yuhe Bridge.

On the first day after the storm, although the sky was still gloomy, it was very hot.The sun at two or three o'clock in the afternoon softened the Yuhe bridge deck, and hot steam rose from the road surface, distorting the outline of the buildings on the other side.

The people on the bridge were about the same age as Song Fengfeng, tall and thin, with slender shoulders and long hands and feet, walking unsteadily on the bridge.He dragged a suitcase with its wheels off and looked down at a piece of paper in his hand.

Having seen enough, he raised his head and squinted to look at Song Fengfeng, his fair face was slightly flushed from the sun.

Song Fengfeng also looked at him, thinking that there are such white people on our street?

The boy came over dragging the suitcase, looked at Song Fengfeng from a distance, and said something.

Song Fengfeng lay on the shaded balcony and looked down at him: "What? Can't hear you clearly!"

"Is No. 18 Xing'an West Street here?" The boy with a pale face raised his voice a little, "I'm looking for someone."

"Wrong way! This is East Street!" Song Fengfeng pointed loudly at the other side of the Yuhe Bridge, "The opposite side, the one opposite, where the fishing nets are drying."

The boy nodded, said something, then turned around and left.

Song Fengfeng didn't hear clearly: "Ah? What did you say?"

The boy with the white face turned his head and glanced at him, and continued walking without saying a word.

Song Fengfeng expressed his dissatisfaction with this man's impolite behavior. The two ate ice cream and slipped down from the second-floor rooftop.

The old lady who lives at No. 18 Xing'an West Street is called Zhou Lan. She has a straight waist and a tall and thin person. She often stands at the door in the morning, holding a small toothbrush, and carefully brushing a row of dentures in her hand.

Song Fengfeng took another mung bean popsicle from the refrigerator, went out across the Yuhe Bridge, and walked towards No. 18 Xing'an West Street.

Yu Dong sat at the table and drank porridge.It took more than an hour to take a taxi from the passenger station to here, because the road was full of trees that were blown down by the typhoon, and the traffic was not smooth, so he was kicked out of the car halfway, and he dragged his suitcase and walked and searched under the scorching sun. It took almost four 10 minutes.

"Why didn't your father come with you?" Zhou Lan asked, "Did you have lunch?"

The porridge is very watery, and kelp and mung beans are put in it to make a thin green color.Yu Dong drank the bowl in one gulp, it was cold and refreshed, and he wiped his mouth before answering grandma's question.

"He's busy." Yu Dong said concisely, "I ate."

Zhou Lan knew that the relationship between son-in-law and grandson was bad.She pursed her lips, and immediately changed the topic: "I've boiled the water, you go to take a shower first, take a nap at noon, and you can have dinner when you wake up. If you don't want to sleep, let your classmate take you to see school."

Yu Dong nodded, but he thought to himself, I have a classmate so soon?

Both the bathroom and the kitchen have been renovated, and they are two new and tidy places in this home.Zhou Lan was afraid that Yu Dong would be disgusted, so she dragged him to look at them: "These are new. You live on the second floor, and there is a toilet on the second floor, but you still have to take a shower on the first floor, and the washing machine is also here..."

"Then I'll get the clothes first." Yu Dong didn't show any dislike, he went into the bathroom and put the shampoo and shower gel he brought in, "Grandma, don't use soap, use mine. If you use soap, your hands will peel when it’s cold.”

Zhou Lan looked at her grandson arranging things in the small bathroom, and squeezed his arm happily, as if she had nothing to say: "This is too fragrant and slippery, so it can't be washed clean. Yu Dong, what are you doing?" So skinny...do you not eat meat?"

Zhou Lan lived in a small, two-and-a-half-story building. Because of the years, the outer walls were covered with moss and vines, and the cracks were like giant centipedes clinging to the wall, baring their teeth and claws.The tiny fern seeds are brought by the wind or birds and insects, embedded in the cracks, and grow out after absorbing a little water and mud.

The first floor is the gate. Four old brick-red wooden doors are pieced together into a door leaf more than two meters wide, almost occupying one wall.The wall has been repainted several times, but it doesn't match the old temperament of the house. There are two door gods pasted on the door, Qin Shubao on the left and Yu Chigong on the right. The two red faces have been tanned to a pale skin.

The outside of the house is on a concrete floor, and a few nets are hung on bamboo poles. This is Zhou Lan's job, and she sometimes helps people mend the nets.As soon as you step into the room, you can see a large round wooden table with two bowls of mung bean porridge covered by a large bamboo cover, preventing bugs from flying in.A bamboo bed was placed against the wall, and two discolored wooden cabinets were pushed into the corner.A rather large photo frame was hung above the wooden cabinet, and there were more than a dozen photos in it in an unorganized manner. Yu Dong remembered that he was also in it.

More than ten years ago, the very small self was held in the arms of her mother.

Yu Dong didn't dare to look at it, so he went upstairs with his suitcase.

Zhou Lan lives on the first floor, and Yu Dong lives on the second floor.There are three rooms upstairs, one is used to store sundries, and the other two have beds.Zhou Lan asked him which one he wanted to live in, and without thinking, Yu Dong pointed to the one with a balcony.

"Your mother lived in this room before." Zhou Lan narrowed her eyes and smiled happily, "Do you still remember?"

"Remember." Yu Dong was still concise.

Zhou Lan was used to her grandson's temper, and knew that he had never talked much.Because she was in a hurry to buy vegetables and fish to make him a delicious meal, after telling Yu Dong to take a bath quickly, she hurried downstairs.

The room has been cleaned carefully, the bed is covered with new mats, and the leaking and dirty walls are no longer visible, replaced by freshly painted white putty.The only traces Yu Dong could find related to his mother in this room were a pile of old books on the desk. The spines of "Children's Literature" and "Youth Literature" in the 80s were tied with cotton thread and piled up on the table.

He pushed open the window and stared blankly for a while.

This is a house facing the street, and you can directly see the Yuhe Bridge and the sea water under the Yuhe Bridge.

Or to be more precise, this is an abandoned fishing port. There are only a few boats waiting to be repaired in the port parked on the shallow sandy beach.Xing'an West Street and East Street are two halves of the fishing port, connected by the Yuhe Bridge in the middle.West Street is connected to the land, while East Street is like a small island filled with landfill.

Yu Dong sneezed, and suddenly found someone on the street staring at him.

He squinted his eyes, identified for a moment, and found that it was the boy he had just asked to pass by.

... really dark.Yu Dong thought to himself, are all the people on the beach so dark?Like caramel.

The dark-skinned boy had a crew cut with a blue-colored scalp, and half a suspiciously green popsicle in his mouth.After realizing that Yu Dong saw him, he happily waved at him.Yu Dong raised his hand subconsciously, and soon realized that he didn't know him at all, and put his hand down again with a frown.

"Yu Dong!" Zhou Lan pushed a bicycle and called his name downstairs, "This, your classmate! Song Fengfeng!"

She pointed at the dark boy.

"If you don't sleep, he will take you to school!"

When Zhou Lan left home and Yu Dong took a bath, Song Fengfeng became the housekeeper.

He slowly finished a bowl of mung bean porridge with a piece of fermented bean curd.He was used to Zhou Lan's craftsmanship.Song Fengfeng's father often did not come home for several months when he went fishing at sea. Song Fengfeng grew up eating a variety of meals.He glanced at the clock on the wall, thinking that Yu Dong took a bath really slowly.

Maybe the person is too white, so you need to rub it several times.He was always thinking about Yu Dong's shameless face.In this town by the sea, which is exposed to the sun all year round, few people can be so white.

After washing the dishes, he took half a tank of water, Song Fengfeng's hands were itchy, and even Zhou Lan's unwashed vegetables helped to soak in the basin.

He does all this with ease, as if at home.

When Yu Dong came out with a towel on his shoulders, Song Fengfeng was standing on the bamboo bed, carefully wiping the big photo frame with a rag.

"What are you doing?" Yu Dong asked.

Song Fengfeng turned his head and saw Yu Dong's wet black hair and a fair and good-looking person steaming in the room.

Before answering Yu Dong's question, he was taken aback: "It's 33 degrees today, and you still wash in hot water?!"

Yu Dong didn't know how to answer, and stood there blankly.He also felt hot, but his head was a little dizzy, as if he was suffering from heat stroke, and he didn't dare to take cold water anymore.

Song Fengfeng smelled the fragrance of the shower gel on his body, and suddenly realized: "No wonder you are so white, what did you put on? It smells so good."

Speaking of whiteness, he pointed to the photos in the frame and said happily, "Are these all you? Have you been so white since you were a child?"

Yu Dong didn't look at it, grabbed a towel to wipe his head, and took a few steps up the stairs.

Song Fengfeng heard from Zhou Lan that this white-faced boy came from a big city, and he just transferred to Song Fengfeng's class to study in the third year of junior high school, and was going to take the high school entrance examination here.People in big cities have such a bad temper.Song Fengfeng quickly found a proper reason for Yu Dong's indifference, and quickly convinced himself that he decided to treat the city people with a sea-like tolerance.

When Yu Dong went downstairs, he happened to wipe the photo frame clean.In the photo frame are Yu Dong, who is three or four years old, and Yu Dong, who is seven or eight years old.Yu Dong nestled in the arms of a good-looking woman, with a careless smile on his little meaty face.

With a skateboard under his arm, Yu Dong stood on the stairs and looked at Song Fengfeng.

"Want to go to school now?" Song Fengfeng said, "Wait for me for a while, I'll go home and pick up my bicycle. I can give someone a lift."

Yu Dong said a word: "I have a skateboard."

Song Fengfeng was taken aback for a moment, then immediately smiled: "Oh."

Yu Dong was a little puzzled, but also a little annoyed: "What are you laughing at?"

"Using skateboards at our place?"

"Isn't the school very close? It takes only 10 minutes to ride a bike, and it takes about the same time for me to skateboard." In order to show that his choice is very reliable, Yu Dong emphasized, "I have been going to school with a skateboard since elementary school."

Song Fengfeng still smiled, waved at him, and ran home to pick up his bicycle.Yu Dong was confused by his smile, and when he walked to the door, he saw Song Fengfeng running across the Yuhe Bridge.

He stood at the door for a moment when he suddenly realized that he did not have the keys to the house.

Song Fengfeng came over on his own bicycle and saw Yu Dong sitting on the threshold with a displeased expression on his face.

"Lock the door, let's go," he said.

"No key."

"The key is in the brick." Song Fengfeng said again.

"Ah?" Yu Dong looked at him.

Song Fengfeng showed him a loose brick on the wall, and Yu Dong pulled out half of the brick. There were indeed two keys hidden inside, one for the wooden door and one for the iron door.

Yu Dong was full of doubts: "How do you know that there is a key here?"

Song Fengfeng smiled mysteriously: "I even know how much rice is in the tank in your grandma's kitchen."

Yu Dong locked the door and followed Song Fengfeng towards the school.The roads are full of garbage collectors, the typhoon has completely destroyed the town, the water and electricity have not been connected, people are sweating profusely standing and squatting under the sun, struggling to pick up useful things from the debris of trees and various garbage.

Yu Dong was neatly dressed, without the pressure of cleaning up the garbage, and relaxed, and Song Fengfeng, who was riding a bicycle slowly, seemed to be two different kinds of aliens.

Song Fengfeng knew a lot of people, and he kept saying hello to people along the way.Someone asked him who was behind him, and he answered loudly, "Mother Zhou's grandson", and the man responded with a drawn-out voice, and added, "So white!"

Song Fengfeng was very happy, as if someone finally stood on the same side with him, he turned to look at Yu Dong: "Right! I told you, you are very white."

Yu Dong's face became hot from the attention-grabbing atmosphere.He felt that before he even got to school, he might be known by everyone on Xing'an Street.

"Let's go..." He was not used to receiving attention, and always felt embarrassed, so he hurriedly urged Song Fengfeng.

Unexpectedly, before finishing a sentence, he suddenly tilted his body and fell off the skateboard.

Song Fengfeng landed on one foot, looked back at him, and bent over with laughter.

Yu Dong jumped up from the ground and grabbed the flipped skateboard.He knew why Song Fengfeng laughed when he knew he was going to use a skateboard: the ground on Xing'an Street was not even at all, either pits or ditches, and the skateboard couldn't move forward at all.

Relying on his good skills, Yu Dong ignored Song Fengfeng's smile, stepped on the skateboard with one foot, kicked the ground with the other, and went forward again.This time he kept his eyes on the ground, dodging the potholes as hard as he could, feeling like a skilled racer.

But after falling several times in a row, Yu Dong was finally convinced, and directly clamped the skateboard under his arm, and walked forward with his legs raised.

Song Fengfeng laughed extravagantly.Yu Dong only felt that his face was slightly hot, and he really didn't want to talk to him.

He was too fair, even a little red on his face was very obvious.Song Fengfeng looked at the red-faced Yu Dong and smiled for a while, pointing to the back of the car: "Step on, I'll take you."

Yu Dong ignored it.

"Why are you blushing?" Song Fengfeng pedaled the car slowly, talking crookedly beside him, "Is it too hot? Then shall I treat you to ice cream?"

The author has something to say:

A relaxed and pleasant campus essay, I hope Daga likes it.Because the story happened in a small town in the south (actually, it is the fishing village where I, a fishing girl, lived, hehehe), so there will be some dialects in the story.

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