miss you like the wind

At around eleven o'clock the next morning, Ye Zhaonan invited me to visit our alma mater.

Thinking about going to high school for two years, I never went there to see it again.

I remember that the road to the school gate was a steep slope. Sometimes I would dive down from a high place on a beige bicycle, and the bell jingled, and the students in front who were eating chicken rolls while rushing on the road would automatically give way. gap, or glance back at me curiously.

For three years, on countless mornings, I have to ride this section of bumpy asphalt road. The sky is that kind of diluted blue with faint light, and on both sides of the road are childish children chasing and playing, like Sheng The sunflowers that were released left a happy figure on a street with stationery stores, jewelry stores and cake shops.

And when I passed by there after graduation, I also rode a bicycle to avoid the crowded crowd skillfully, and installed the bell at the right time, but the faces that turned around were unusually strange, unlike them. There was a transparent glass wall between them, and I could no longer blend in as a peer.

I looked at the black nails with sequins on the hands holding the handlebars, the flaxen hair hanging on my chest, and the woman in a camel trench coat reflected on the window of the car next to me, and I felt the time in a very specific way. fleeting.

So, to me, junior high school only represents a part of my memories. The people and things I have experienced are like illusions stored in my brain, as if they never happened.The teaching buildings, dormitory buildings, playgrounds, gardens, cafeterias, and water rooms of the campus are all standing there intact, as a kind of evidence or reference for retrieving the past.

Even if another group of new beings are placed on it, occupying every corner, they say similar words and do similar things, time is still conducting some kind of transaction silently, and history is continued forever, But the old me has disappeared forever.

In the not-too-distant future, even this school, the only evidence of its existence, will be destroyed, rebuilt, and remodeled, and the people involved will also grow wrinkles that cannot be concealed, a little bit of aging, and even die.At that time, memory is like a mansion with a rotten foundation, which will inevitably collapse.

At noon, when Ye Zhaonan and I were sitting side by side on the low horizontal bar in the playground, and was invaded by the sunlight with saturated fragrance, I closed my eyes and meditated, thinking a lot.

When I opened my eyes again, I felt dizzy, and the heat wave wrapped around us in an invisible form, wrapping tightly layer by layer, until the sweat was squeezed out, and the temples were damp.I asked Ye Zhaonan, "Do you still want to sit still?"

"Do you feel hot, how about I buy you a piece of ice cream?"

"Well, thank you." I whispered to him softly, my voice was hoarse.

He jumped down nimbly and ran towards the commissary in the direction of eleven o'clock, a puddle of dust splashed everywhere he went.His skeleton is too large, and his body is full of inexhaustible vitality. I think of his face that appeared in my dark memory like a star. It is the most distant and rare image I have ever encountered. .

Because it was during the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, the campus was very quiet. When I closed my eyes, I could hear a group of pigeons flapping their wings and flying away from the ground.Two or three children were playing in the distance, and their laughter spread in the air like clear water waves, and was filtered by the sunlight, making it the only human voice free from impurities.

After another ten minutes, we decided to go around the back building where we used to have classes.

It was a [-]-story building with a spiral staircase.There are two strips of red paper pasted on both sides of the door of each classroom, on which words of encouragement are written with a brush dipped in ink, and there are horizontal scripts above the door frame, like couplets for Chinese New Year.The corridor is narrower than other buildings, and people coming and going will inevitably rub against their bodies.The walls were mottled and peeled off in places, and a pile of milky white lime was scattered along the base of the wall.

It's strange, it's obviously a place where I stayed for three years suppressing boredom, but now I look back and see only images like severely corroded copper coins, and I can't make out any fine details.

I just remember how I walked on this land on the first day when I was ignorant of everything.

At that time, I was wearing the red skirt that my father bought me as a gift for entering school. At seven o’clock in the morning, I was like a large number of freshmen rushing to class, and I stood where I am now with joy, Looking up at the dizzying stairs in a daze.

The me who was completely unfamiliar with what I saw and heard [-] years ago, and the me who is immersed in the old things and can't extricate myself now seem to be overlapping, showing a suspicious look towards this world.

Then a call broke the momentary freeze, the voice was broken in a gust of wind passing by the ear, and then closed again, it was very pleasant to hear.The source is a white-clothed boy running past. His body is slightly fat, but his movements are light, like a paper kite that has been unthreaded.

"Hey, run quickly, class is about to start"

Just as I was still walking towards the stairs without any haste, he had already reached the second flight of stairs, lying on the railing and panting, I looked up and just met his smile that was blooming like a sunflower , The part of the light that was blocked was suddenly overshadowed.

I responded to him with a sweet smile. Although I didn't know each other, it seemed like an old friend I had been with for many years.

I thought we would never meet again, but unexpectedly...

I looked at Ye Zhaonan who stood close to my left, his side face was as clear as a stone carving, and his red earlobes seemed to be pierced by sunlight.

It turned out that the young man was him. If he hadn't revisited the old place, maybe he really wouldn't be able to remember it anymore.

I held the throbbing in my chest, thinking over and over again, some people are destined to be unable to get rid of.

The author has something to say:

When I returned to my alma mater in junior high school, the first thing I remembered was that

On the first day of school, the boy in white running past me before the bell

It's kind of weird, but it's true...

For some reason, every time I recall

What I remember is always the little things (helpless)