memory castration

"If time could be repeated, what would you hope could be saved?"

"Don't fall in love with Xu Yifei."

I was already awake, but I was lying on the bed without moving. The sound of birdsong was constantly circling in my ears. When I listened carefully, I could distinguish cuckoos and sparrows. This is really nostalgic.

I remember when I was a child, my grandmother and I lived in a small courtyard in Ninghai, and we could see these chattering friends every day.

But at that time, I was usually too noisy, and I often packed slingshots and stones in my schoolbag, trying to destroy them, but I never succeeded.

They fly too fast, just like my happy teenage years, flapping their wings is fleeting.

With a creaking sound of pushing the door, soft footsteps came in, and someone called my name, "Xiaobai, hurry up and eat, I'm going to be late for school."

This voice... I opened my eyes in disbelief, my sight was blurred by the sunlight, and I could only see her vague silhouette.

Seeing that I was lying still, she came over, put her hand on my forehead, and asked with concern: "Xiaobai, what's wrong?"

I shook my head and burst into tears, "Grandma!"

Although some memories of the past have been blurred, how can I forget the only person in the world who treats me wholeheartedly?

Grandma's hands were rough and warm, and she wiped away my tears in a harsh manner, her face was clearly flustered, "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

The sun shone in warmly, and circles of halos were reflected on the white hair on top of her head. I buried my head in her arms, but my tears couldn't stop flowing.

In front of her, I will always be a child, pretending to be strong without any disguise.

She gently stroked my short hair with her hands, and handed over the blue school uniform that was hanging on the side, "Okay, okay, stop crying, let's get up and eat."

The sports school uniform is as big as ever, and it fits loosely on the body. Grandma looks at me and smiles, with a satisfied voice in her voice, "Our Xiaobai is so handsome, he is almost taller than grandma."

I rubbed my nose, suddenly felt as if I was floating in a dream, and bit the tip of my tongue hard, a salty taste immediately filled my mouth, it hurt.

Walking to the big mirror, I saw my face from inside, with bright eyes, pink and full lips, and round and smooth lines on the boy's face, like an old photo that I haven't seen for a long time.

"grandmother?!"

She looked at me with kindness in her cloudy eyes, "So what?"

Warm current surged up in my chest, I turned around and hugged her with open arms, "It's nothing, it's nice to see you."

I can't remember the little things in the room, but I always feel so familiar that I can't put it down.

Breakfast is tofu nao made by grandma, served piece by piece in a large blue bowl, topped with a little red chili oil and coriander, hand-rolled pancakes wrapped in potato shreds and small cucumbers, every bite has the urge to make people cry .

Seeing me devouring my food, my grandma was also very happy, and kept telling me, "Eat slowly, don't choke."

"Fang Yibai! Come out quickly, you're going to be late!" A loud voice yelled at the door.

I was stunned with a spoon in my mouth, "Who is calling me?"

"Who else can call you to go to school with me every day, that kid from the Yang family."

"Yang...Wen Xiong? Go to...school?" I struggled to digest the message I received, "Grandma, I don't want to go to school anymore."

"Don't talk nonsense! How can you be successful if you don't go to school?" Grandma pretended to lower her face, and handed her schoolbag to me, "Go, slow down when riding a bicycle, be careful when crossing the road, listen to the teacher's words in class, and study hard. Make the minced meat rice with mushrooms that you like to eat."

"grandmother……"

"Go!"

I didn't want her to be disappointed, so I pushed my bicycle and walked out of the gate depressedly. Yang Wenxiong was jumping up and down anxiously at the door, "Damn, what are you talking about? Today's first class teacher's class, I watched TV yesterday and didn't do my homework. It’s too late to even copy it now, it’s doomed!”

As he spoke, he jumped on my bicycle, put his hands on my shoulders, and shouted furiously: "Quick! Let's go!"

Almost instantly, all my memories of him came alive.

Yang Wenxiong and I grew up together. There are three generations of grandparents and grandchildren in their family, and there is no daughter.

His grandfather's name is Yang Tiezhong, and his father's name is Yang Tiedan. They are all people who are desperate to fight, so there is a saying in our place that goes, "Iron bells can't be broken, and iron eggs can't be broken."

Yang Wenxiong's nickname was Yang Gou, but his teacher changed his name to a more elegant one after he went to school.From childhood to adulthood, our relationship has always been very good, including when I went to Jiangcheng later, the two of us still kept in touch by phone during the holidays.

I was riding in front, and he was slapping my ass from behind, "Hurry up, hurry up!"

I was angry, "Your mother is driving a donkey, it's as heavy as a pig!"

Only then did he calm down, put half of a deep-fried dough stick in his mouth and stretched out his hand to wipe my sweat, oiling my face with oil on his paws.

I purposely rode the bike on the stone, and Gordon bumped him twice and yelled loudly.

Arriving at the school in a hurry, I locked the car and followed Yang Wenxiong to the classroom. Before I could step in, I was pushed out by pressing on my chest.

A greasy sissy came out, looked at us and said slowly: "The class bell has been ringing for 2 minutes, you should stand in the corridor and listen to this class."

This bitch is Li Xinlong, my class monitor in the second year of junior high school. He has a good name, but I have nothing to say about him. The teacher flattered me and put on airs in front of us, which was very disgusting.

"Isn't the teacher here yet?" Yang Wenxiong said angrily, "Squad leader, let us in. We must come early tomorrow."

Li Xinlong refused to agree, and after a while the teacher came, glanced at us and said nothing, walked in and cleared his throat to give a lecture.

"This bitch, I really want to kill him!" Yang Wenxiong cursed in a low voice.

I think so too, but I'm not in the mood right now.It's good to stand in the corridor, it's ventilated, it's good for thinking, sorting out all the things of yesterday and today.

Amidst Yang Wenxiong's curse, I couldn't figure out why.Obviously, yesterday I was with Xiao Ziqi in Egggarson's manor, but today I suddenly returned to my 14-year-old junior high school days... Could it be because of the gun in Xiao Ziqi's hand?He shot?kill me?The fine hair on my arm immediately stood up, and I stroked it twice quickly and stopped thinking about it.

But isn't life good now?Grandma is still there, and I haven't met a lover who makes me miserable... It turns out that life can be restarted, which is great.

Thinking of this, I put my head on my arms and laughed.

Yang Wenxiong pushed me, "Yibai, are you stupid? You're still laughing!"

I glanced at him, "What else can I do? Cry?"

"I can't swallow this breath!" He touched my shoulder, Li Xinlong sat upright in the classroom, but his eyes kept turning, and the hand under the drawer kept turning the small mirror.

I wondered, "What is he doing?"

Yang Wenxiong said contemptuously: "What else can I do, peek at the skirt of the girl next to me."

It really is a bitch, my blood suddenly became hot, and I felt the urge to beat him up.Wait, I'm 25 years old now, as an uncle teaching children who have gone astray, it shouldn't be considered bullying, right?

Yang Wenxiong thinks the same as me, people at that time were pure and conservative, men and women at the same table were all marked with a [-]th line of no crossing, and the whole school would report if a puppy love was caught holding a small hand, let alone him doing such a shameless thing Son?

After finally surviving school, Yang Wenxiong and I ambush Li Xinlong on his way home.

After Li Xinlong placed the order, the two of us came out quietly, dragged him into the alley and beat him up.

Yang Wenxiong has read a lot of martial arts novels, and he is more righteous. He pressed his head and asked, "Say? Do you still dare to look at girls' skirts?"

Although Li Xinlong is a mother, his temper is unexpectedly tough, he gritted his teeth and retorted, "I didn't look at your mother..."

This pissed off Li Wenxiong, and kicked him hard on the buttocks a few times.

"Why did you beat me? The teacher ordered you not to enter the classroom. Who told you to be late?"

"How dare you fucking say it! If it weren't for you bitch, we would be fined to stand?"

I was guilty at first, and because I bully more and win less, I quickly grabbed him, "Enough is enough, let's go back."

Yang Wenxiong made a thumbs down gesture at him, threatening: "If you still dare to file a complaint tomorrow, I will knock out all your teeth!"

The two of us looked at each other, and when we were about to run away, someone came in from outside.

The situation in the alley became clear immediately, and the other party took a look and said coldly, "You want to run away after hitting someone?"

After seeing his face, I almost fainted on the spot, Xiao Ziqi, it was Xiao Ziqi when he was young!Did we really meet before Xu Yifei?

He doesn't seem to know me at all now, and the reality doesn't allow me to think too much about it. Fighting with bare hands depends on his body. Now he is half a head taller than Yang Xiong and me, and Li Xinlong stood up cursing us Squeezed into the middle, it's really hard to say whether to win or lose right now.

I made a look at Li Xinlong, and looked at Xiao Ziqi stiffly, "Go away, don't mind your own business!"

Li Xinlong leaned on the wall and limped to Xiao Ziqi, "Cousin, why are you here?"