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The sun at ten o'clock in the morning is already very poisonous.Beads of sweat dripped down the eyelashes, Si Ji blinked, and continued to push the bicycle towards the neighborhood.

A women's bicycle, bright red, with tomatoes, cucumbers, beans, and his most annoying bitter gourd in the basket, and fresh chicken wings and pork ribs under it.The saddle was short, and Si Ji felt that riding was strenuous, so he had to push it all the way.

There is an acacia tree about ten meters high at the gate of the community.Half a month ago, the flowers of a tree that looked like pink fans were blooming, but now they have fallen in sevens and eighties.Fortunately, the leaves were still green, and there were a few old men playing cards gathered under them, and the smell of dry smoke was blown into Si Ji's nose along the south wind, it was fragrant and choking.Uncle Wang specially greeted him when he passed by: "Xiao Si, how about helping your mother buy vegetables?"

The horse under Uncle Wang's buttocks was half lame, and his whole body was crooked, which was very funny.Si Ji smiled and said yes, I managed to rest for two days, of course I had to ask her to cook me a delicious meal.

Uncle Liu, who was playing the flute next to him, paused, and tapped the flute on his skinny legs: "You don't have to worry about your mother anymore when you find a wife, hurry up!"

Si Ji let out a haha, climbed into the bike and rode away.A group of old men laughed and booed his back several times.

Sunday is Mother Si's statutory cleaning day.As soon as she was busy, the grocery shopping errands naturally fell on Si Ji.Carrying the vegetables, he climbed up to the sixth floor, the door was wide open, and the whole corridor was filled with the smell of detox disinfectant.He entered the room on tiptoe and collapsed on the sofa, just in time to see a bowl of iced mung bean soup on the table.

The one who has been caring for more than 20 years is probably only my own mother.

Mama Si is arranging clothes in the master bedroom.In addition to the wardrobe, she also has a large camphor wood box, which was a dowry back then.In the box are all the clothes she liked when she was young, and she would take them out to pass the sun if she had nothing to do; if Si Ji happened to be around, she would tell him stories about the past while looking at the clothes that were transparent in the sun.When Lao Si graduated from junior high school and applied for a teacher training school, he started teaching at the age of 16. Some students were older than him, and many of them were not convinced by him.The boss is young and energetic, and often loses his temper with the students.Once he had a fight with a young man in the snow, and was called to the police by Mama Si, who was passing by.Every time I talked about this, Mother Si would sigh: "Why am I so unaware."

In the past two weeks, she has added another topic: Zuoyan.

"Are you agreeing to his pursuit? If you are not sure, take it home and show me, and tell you that I am sure."

This is not true at all.To be able to see Lao Si with a square face rolling in the snow like a little ruffian is really extraordinary.

In order not to worry Si's mother, Si Ji and Lao Si distorted the facts in front of her together, and separated the chasing and the being chased.Lao Si often recited the phrase "if there is no risk of premature death, there will be marriage." Parents still have endless worries when their children grow up.Listening to a series of questions that she didn't expect to get an answer, Si Ji simply moved a small stool and sat on the balcony in a daze.A row of clothes exuding the fragrance of washing powder hung above his head and fluttered. Among them, there was an extra blanket.

It's the one from Zuo Yan's office.

Because it was soiled by indescribable things during hand-to-hand combat, Si Ji volunteered to take it home and wash it.The excuse to Si's mother is that she accidentally spilled a drink on the children's nap blanket in class.

Mother Si followed his gaze: "Didn't wash it? I don't see any marks on it?"

Si Ji held his face and laughed, remembering the dream last night.In the dream, Zuo Yan was buried naked in a pile of cute plush toys, only his eyes, nose and mouth were exposed, with a painful expression and flustered eyes.Si Ji came galloping on a zebra under his crotch, wanting the hero to save the beauty, but when he fell on him, he found that he had turned into a little thing that couldn't speak.Zuo Yan reached out his hand from a pile of colorful furs, caught him, and smiled contentedly.At this time, a mirror fell from the sky, Si Ji looked at it, and it turned out that he turned into the appearance of three years old, showing a super small penis, with dull hair and dull eyes, and a very brain-dead look.

Then I woke up laughing.

Thinking of this, he impatiently sent Zuo Yan a WeChat message.Zuo Yan came back after a few minutes, and it was a picture.Si silently opened it.

"Isn't this a photo taken by the river when you were a child?" Si's mother's voice suddenly sounded in the back of his head, "You insist on going down the river, and you took off your pants before your father and I could react. Look at you The little girl in the back is scary, she has a thick skin."

Si Ji's face started to burn.He ran to the bedroom with his mobile phone in his arms, and drank another bowl of mung bean soup to calm down: "Why did you have this? Shen Luoshen! Traitor!"

"He sent me a lot, including the one where you stepped on the pond to pick lotus roots."

Si Ji remembered that.At that time, he seemed to be five years old. He painted his face black with mud, and held a chubby lotus root in one hand, like a little guerrilla.

The most important thing is that when Shen Luoshen came to his house to look at the photo albums, the remakes were all black history.All the cutest and most beautiful things were ignored by him.

"No, in exchange you have to show me when you were a child." Si Ji voiced to Zuo Yan.

"and many more."

Mother Si's curious eyes drifted all the way along the aisle.Si Ji simply hid in the bedroom.After more than ten minutes, Zuo Yan's picture finally came over.Si Ji didn't know why he was so excited, so he clicked on it with shaking hands: Zuo Yan in the photo is a teenager, wearing a silly red jersey with a white background and standing beside the parallel bars with a basketball in his arms.The parallel bars must have been very old, the middle part was shiny, but the two ends had rusted brown spots.The camera was a little far away, and Si Ji zoomed in on the picture, and saw the tender and messy weeds under his feet, the fingers clasping the basketball tightly, and the frowning eyebrows on the side face and the eyes reflecting the setting sun.

Sure enough, it was similar to Si Ji's imagination.The lingering vitality overwhelms the gloom from the bottom of my heart. Like all teenagers with worries, the contradictions are always charming.

"So tender." After staring for a long time, Si Ji replied, "But it's not small enough."

"I can't find the one from my childhood." Zuo Yan said, "This is the smallest one."

"Nice capture. Who took your picture?"

"I mentioned it to you."

"Oh……"

Si Ji didn't know what to say.Regret, loss, joy with a sour taste.He wanted to show it clearly to Zuo Yan, but he was afraid that he would think he was hypocritical.So he typed another line: "Old Shen invited us to dinner tonight, did he tell you?"

"Say, do you want me to pick you up?"

"No, he's near me."

"Okay then, I have something to go out, see you tonight."

The door was just pushed open when the phone was turned off.Mother Si always does housework in one go.Taking a towel, he wiped the table, the cabinet and the window sill for Si Ji, and glanced at his absent-minded face from time to time.She was curious but still didn't ask, she just pointed to the dusty cardboard box in the corner of the room and said, "It's been stored for almost two months, can you clean up the things inside?"

Si Ji shook his head, and it took him a long time to realize what she was talking about.

The box brought back from Haicheng.