REMIX

In the fourth grade of elementary school, I met my first real friend.

In the classroom, he and I sit at the front and back tables. Every time I flip the test paper from the front row to his face, he likes to put his feet on the crossbeam under my bench to beat the time. Sometimes I also I will inexplicably follow the unknown rhythm, and shake with joy and excitement in the boring math class together with people and the table.

Once my mind wandered so much that I didn’t hear what the teacher was saying at all, so I went to stand in the corridor with him as punishment. The whole class looked at us and laughed. He pulled it up to his chin, and walked out with his pockets in his hands. On the other hand, he dragged the stool away with a snort, and followed me with his head down. In front of me, stood against the wall.

There is no one in the corridor, the air is cold, and the white sky in the distance can be seen through the glass window, like cotton wool wetted by water, soaking in from the edge bit by bit, slowly feeling the refreshing feeling cool.The class next door was loud and loud, sometimes overwhelming the teacher's emotionless tone.

He told me, my name is Li Qianlan, humble and humble, blue blue.

I said, my name is Xia Xi, my own self, the following heart.

Less than a minute later, I lowered my voice, but I still couldn't hide the string of laughter rushing out of my throat, humble blue?

He looked at me, with two dark brown eyes and a straight nose in the middle, fumbled out two black earphone cables from the slightly longer sleeves, and asked me, can you listen to me?

"What song is it?"

"I don't know, it's in English." He sniffed and let out a warm breath while speaking, "But it sounds good."

"But the tone is very strange."

I buried my face in the raised collar again, listened for a long while, and nodded in conviction.

"Well, it sounds good."

Then the two of us were caught by the head teacher passing by the door.

That day we stood until school was over, I copied the unfamiliar words in the song name in the palm of my hand, and when I got home to eat and do my homework, I forgot to look it up in the dictionary.When it got dark, there was a thick layer of snow on the opposite eaves, and I curled myself up under the quilt.My shallow thirst for knowledge was abandoned that night.

Until one day I heard a familiar melody coming from a certain audio-visual store on the side of the road again. The street was full of people. I clearly walked over and turned back. I stopped for a long time outside the transparent glass door of the store. I was still dragging the dusty schoolbag in my hand, and the bagged trousers covered the dirty sneakers, but my head was lifted up, as if it was sacred.

I felt a bird in my eyes, it fluttered its wings, flew across the sky where the wires were intertwined overhead, flew across the distant and vast ocean and desert, and went to a place I had never seen before.

I finally pronounce the word, Stan.

"Mytea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed all the tea is getting colder I don't know why I can't sleep the morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see all the morning rain covering my window I can't see at all Gray but your picture is on my wall it reminds me that it's not sobad, it's not sobad it reminds me it's not so bad it's not so bad"

This is a person's name.

But I am Xia Xi, my own self, with a heart below.

I often share a pair of earphones with Li Qianlan to listen to music between classes. I lean sideways against the scarce and precious radiator in the classroom, and he tucks his chin into his raised collar just like me, spinning a pencil on his right finger Do math problems.He and I are separated by a table, and two black headphone cables are pulled from above.He tore another page of scratch paper.

Neither of us moved. I kept my eyes on the students in the class who were shoving and fighting with each other among the neatly arranged desks, and the girls who gathered together eating snacks and chirping. They would occasionally turn their heads to look at us. I will bow my head and press a song.

Li Qianlan reached out and pushed me, not allowing me to change.His cold, white and red fingers poked out from his sleeves, fumbling for the buttons of the Walkman to turn it back.

That winter was constantly fast forwarded by us in this way.

On the afternoon of New Year's Eve, Xia Jie went out to do some shopping and came home. She bought candy and snacks, sealed them in a rectangular kraft paper bag, and carried them to me in her arms.She was wearing a very large men's overalls cotton jacket, which she got from someone unknown. The clothes were so big that they could cover three quarters of her body, making her already thin and thin figure even more slender.I opened the door for her, saw her long black hair break free from the fur-trimmed hood, and stuffed the paper bag into my hand, "Here."

She put her hand on the top of my head and rubbed it, her voice was very happy, "Our family will have living expenses for next month and the next month, and the recent income is not bad."

I took the paper bag and didn't have time to speak. I peeled off a piece of sticky candy and bit it in my mouth. The rich milk was wrapped with delicate chocolate paste. I watched her put on cotton slippers and walk towards the kitchen, rushing at me from a distance. Shout: "You run errands for me and lock the store, I'm cooking, and I have to come back early tonight to watch the Spring Festival Gala."

I responded inarticulately, took a bunch of keys from the shoe cabinet, put on her coat and ran downstairs to lock the door of the grocery store across the street.

Usually, when neither of us was there, the neighbors in the next shop watched over there. I greeted the bald middle-aged uncle and the curly-haired aunt with ease, and checked the shelves and counters before closing. With the lights on, there is the sound of the wind outside the frosted window, and I can only hear my panting after running alone.

I walked outside the door, the wind passed under my raised arms, I tiptoed to drag the high roller shutters, the hair curtains were thrown back, and it was hard to catch the one that was swinging in mid-air Swing the hook, snap the lock, and pull out the rusty key.

When I went back, I passed by that video store again, and it was still the record I liked to listen to, so I couldn't help but stop and listen to it for a while.

Suddenly there was the sound of a car shutting down behind me, and I turned my head while chanting the lyrics, only to find a man in a black suit standing on the curb.

I looked at him impolitely for a long time before I belatedly thought, where have I seen this man before.