REMIX

The day before my 12th birthday, when I heard that a nearby store was having a promotion, Xia Du tried to drag me to work as a free labor force for her.

It is obviously inappropriate to say that it is free, because I received a can of honey pickled peaches, the kind of snacks soaked in light golden honey, with crisp skin and soft flesh.

She said it was my birthday present too.Because no one knows when I was born, we arbitrarily set this anniversary to the day she picked me up.

In another sense, this is also my new life.

With a popsicle in my mouth, I took the whole bag of rice and cooking oil from Xia Jie, and the almost weightless vegetables were picked up by her red-stained fingers. I followed her and squeezed onto the bus. There was a turmoil in the car while driving, the hot currents of midsummer collided with each other, and the smoke-gray exhaust gas rushed towards the blurred glass window in front of me.

I leaned against the hot railing with my back, bent down and put the heavy object in my hand at my feet. At this moment, Xia Jie brushed up my hair and said, "The longer the baby grows, the better it will be."

"Freckles is still a permanent resident." I corrected her in a low voice, "Don't call...baby in public, it's weird."

She laughed and seemed interested in my embarrassment, "Oh, shy?"

After finishing speaking, he thumped my shoulder and raised his hand slightly, "I've grown taller again."

Her calluses are not as rough as a woman of this age. She is enjoying her youth and love, but she has to shuttle in the vegetable market, pick up leaks on the stalls, and bargain with small vendors, but she is never stingy in admitting my love in front of others. Existence, she held her head high, as if she was competing with the whole world, and whenever someone with malicious intentions talked about us, and the words "pregnant before marriage" were mixed in her words, she didn't care.

We got off the bus and walked home. In front of the fruit stand, she peeled a red lychee and stuffed it into my mouth, asking me, "Is it sweet?"

I nodded.

- very sweet.

On the afternoon of the junior high school graduation exam, I picked up some unnecessary textbooks and homework books from the school and sold them to the waste collection station. Even though these things that have troubled me for six years were only sold for ten yuan, I was still very happy. I don’t want to For saving money, I bought Xia Du a pack of her favorite candied chestnuts.

In the evening, I had dinner with Li Qianlan. There was a well-known congee shop opposite his house. The signature Teochew Seafood Congee was especially delicious. Many people came here because of the weather. The neighbors were full of rough-spoken old men.We sat on the second floor, with a squeaking and spinning fan above our heads. There were old rust marks on the edges of the light green fan blades. The light tubes were shining white, shining on the 21-inch TV hanging in the corner. I scooped up the porridge and put it in my mouth. While feeling cold, I heard Li Qianlan say, "We will still be in the same school in the future."

"It's so good." I spit out the shells of the shrimp in the porridge and ate the meat that was cooked to a pink color.

After drinking a small pot of porridge, I was sweating and my clothes were wet. After the meal, I went to the city square with him for a walk. Both of them deliberately ran into the fountain, and the water that was forced to turn splashed all over the children playing next to them. The giggles could be heard throughout the square.

I repeated it loudly to him in the roaring music of the square dance, it's so good, Qianlan.

He then leaned his face to the spout, his black hair twisted into strands, and said, um.

Summer vacation is coming, I need to find a new part-time job.

During the few days waiting for my grades to come down, I ran all over five or six streets near my home, and found a job delivering food to restaurants in a block a little farther away. I only worked at the busiest hours of noon and evening, and also Not too tiring.

More importantly, there is a music bar next to it.

Xia Jun disagreed at first, but in the end he couldn't hold back me, so he had to tell me to come back early before dark.

I also told her in turn not to be taken advantage of by the old man who came to buy cigarettes with an excuse.

She smiled and scolded me as a bad boy.

The weather in July was dry and hot, the ground seemed to be pierced by the sun, and all the water evaporated. I rode a bicycle in a restaurant, turning around in the streets and crowds. The sun at twelve o'clock at noon seemed to be Fried and hot to the touch.

Occasionally, the proprietress of the restaurant will take care of my lunch, or put it in a white lunch box for me to take home. At this time, I always inevitably think of the days when I picked up garbage in the alley, so I will be polite and restrained Reject her offer.

Once I went to an Internet cafe 500 meters away to deliver an order, and by coincidence, I met some boys in the same class there.It was an unlicensed underground black Internet cafe. I walked in with a plastic bag, and the smoke filled the air under the dim light, which choked me so much that I couldn't keep my eyes open.

I searched for a while aimlessly among the countless similar heads, and finally heard someone calling me. I followed the owner of the voice to find them one by one, but was blocked by a hand in the aisle.

That person called me, Xia Xi?

As if in response to the moderate voice, several heads stretched their necks and moved closer. I didn't show any expression on my face, and said to the person closest to me, ah, hi.

what are you doing here

Part-time job.

Oh, part-time job.Someone behind him chuckled, it was the kind of laugh that didn't bother to cover up and insisted on being heard by you, I could imagine the twitching shoulders and the meaningful corners of the mouth without looking back.

I didn't answer, moved my shoulders, passed between them, took the change from the person who ordered the food, and walked towards the glare of the Internet cafe's exit.

The noise of cicadas, car horns, and passers-by's phone calls forced my ears. Pushing my bicycle, I stood on the opposite side of the road and waited for the red light. With my chin dripping down, I blinked my sore eyes hard.

Couldn't help blinking several times.