[Waiting for the end of the world] Dongli chrysanthemum

After sleeping at home for two days, the red spots on his body completely disappeared. Sometimes Shi Yi would reach out and touch his face. That small piece of skin had been in contact with Namekian Guixian's palm, and he still remembered the temperature of that finger.

When the autumn wind blows, the leaves of the nameless trees on the side of the road have turned yellow and fell in the breeze, covering the streets and alleys. Against the gray sky, it is indescribably bleak.

After finishing his work at noon one day, Eleven squatted on the side of the road to eat a boxed lunch. Today’s employer was nice. The boxed lunch was meat and vegetarian, and there was a big basket of steamed buns. Only then did I feel that my empty stomach was being filled. The person next to me looked at Eleven's flat stomach and said with a smile, "I can't see how you can eat like that."

Eleven raised his head, and he touched the ashes on his face into streaks with his hands. Just now he was only focused on washing his hands and taking food, but he didn't wash his face, so he smiled and remained silent.

A young man in his early twenties leaned against the wall behind him, regardless of whether it was dirty or not, stretched his long legs on the ground, and sighed: "I'm so fucking tired."

After a while, the goods arrived, and I had to continue working. Eleven’s stomach was full, and they resisted two bags at a time. They did this work on a piece basis, and whoever resisted more bags would get more money. Some people wanted to learn from Eleven. But this bag is heavy, one bag is nearly 200 catties, and two bags are nearly 400 catties. Except for Shi Yi, only a big man from the Northeast can resist two at a time like him.

Halfway through an aisle, Eleven eyes saw a group of well-dressed people walking towards this side, and hurriedly avoided two steps to the side and continued to trot, but heard a hesitant familiar voice shouting: "The other shore? "

The two big bags weighed heavily on Eleven. He was half-bent when he heard the voice raise his head with difficulty. The Namekian Guixian was wearing a black suit and shiny leather shoes, and was looking at himself with some surprise: "I looked at you." It's a bit like, if it's you, why did you do this?"

Seeing that Eleven was struggling, Namekian Guixian said quickly, "Go ahead, I'll find you later."

After the work was done, the employer paid the money, and Shi Shi collected the money. Thinking that Namekian Guixian said that he was looking for him, it was almost five o'clock, and the two of them didn't even know each other well. What can we say?Thinking about Namekian Guixian's attire, and looking at his crumpled and dirty clothes, maybe he was just meeting to say hello and polite, so Eleven decided to leave.

When passing the security post, I accidentally saw the Namekian Guixian standing beside a car. He changed into casual clothes, with a young woman on his arm, and the two were talking in a low voice.

The Namek Turtle Immortal turned his back to this side, Eleven walked quickly, who knew that the Namek Star Turtle Immortal seemed to have a feeling and turned back: "The other shore."

He came over and grabbed Eleven: "What are you doing in such a hurry? Forgot about me?"

"No."

"No, what are you doing? Hiding from me?"

The woman came over and said affectionately, "Sixth brother, who is this?"

Namek Star Guixian ignored her, and pulled Shiyi to his car: "Go by yourself, I'm not free today."

The woman came over: "Sixth brother! It's just a meal. Last time, didn't you say that the Buddha jumped the wall very well?"

Eleven struggled twice, but unexpectedly he didn't break away from Namek Guixian's hand.

The woman said again: "You didn't go because of this person, did you? What kind of person is this? Look at him like that, a whole migrant worker..."

The Namek Star Turtle Immortal suddenly stopped, and turned around: "Shut up! Don't appear in front of me again!"

The woman kept silent, staring at her beautiful eyes, angrily.

Eleven nest is in the corner of the back seat, looking at the passing scenery outside the car window.

Namek Star Guixian glanced at him from the rearview mirror: "Don't worry about what that woman said. She is the daughter of an uncle of mine who lives far away. She has a bad temper. I just thought about looking for you inside. meet her."

Eleven didn't look at him, but looked out the window, and said flatly, "She's right."

Namek Star Guixian was choking, staring at Eleven in the rearview mirror.After a while, he asked him, "Tao Shishi, have you changed your name?"

"what?"

Namek Star Guixian said casually: "You are very similar to one of my classmates."

He added: "Junior high school classmate. His name is Tao Jingming."

Eleven was dumbfounded.

Eleven surnamed Tao.

My name was Tao Jingming before high school.Tao's father gave him the name.

Tao’s father’s degree was in high school, which was considered very high at that time. Unfortunately, after the resumption of the college entrance examination, because no one recommended him, he missed the opportunity. He worked as an accountant and a teacher. Later, the tide of reform and opening up came. Resolutely walked out of the mountain village with Tao's mother. The two youngest children were fostered at grandma's house, and the older three lived on their own.

Eleven is the second child in the family.There is an older sister at the top, two younger brothers and a younger sister at the bottom.Is the eldest son.

The house was built a few years ago. Tao’s parents and Tao’s mother went up to the mountain to gather grass, make bricks and tiles, and burn kilns by themselves. Sometimes relatives also came to help, and built a two-storey small building, which is popular in mountain villages. In the middle is the living room, with four small rooms on both sides, and outside is the "sleeves", which can be piled with firewood and used as chicken coops and duck coops.

Because of lack of money, apart from the cement poured on the top of the living room, the roof tiles can be seen through the horizontal beams in other rooms. There are two rooms covered with wooden boards, and some rice and peanuts are placed on the top of the rooms. Dry the cassava leaves and the sweet potato leaves, dry them and save them as pig food in winter.

The windows are made of wood as fences, and there are no window sash. At night in the mountain village, when the sun sets, it will be dark, and you can’t see your fingers. There is only a wooden bed with bricks as feet in the bedroom, and no other furniture.

The yellow light of only five watts shines on the exposed brick wall. Even if the eyesight is good, seeing things is hazy. Because to save electricity, the light cannot be turned on all the time. Eleven always wraps himself tightly. Under the quilt, he looked out of the dark window in fear, afraid that some terrible monster would come in through the window grille... Sometimes the cassava leaves hanging upstairs would fall down, making him tremble with fright.

When he was 7 years old, he got up in the middle of the night to pee, and saw his parents in the living room, there was a porcelain basin filled with water, and the light was relatively dim. It was that night that his mother gave him a younger sister.

There are five children in the family, and each child is more than one year apart. There is an eldest daughter, and the next three are sons. The mother also wanted a daughter, and God gave her a daughter as she wished.

I went to school at the age of seven and eleven. At that time, there was no preschool, so I went directly to the first grade.

The school in the village is some distance away from home. Every day he goes to school with his elder sister and other acquaintances. He was very smart when he was in elementary school. In comparison, the eldest sister is a bit inferior, but she is still a student praised by the teacher.

The village primary school is very simple. Apart from mathematics, Chinese and labor classes, there are occasional music classes. The so-called music class means that all the students of the school gather in one classroom. None of the cells.

There is a small stream in front of the village primary school. I play in the stream with my classmates during recess. The stream is clear and shallow, just below the instep, and there are many pebbles. Girls will pick up smooth stones of about the same size and play a game of pebbles. Whoever plays well, who can catch six or seven stones at a time and throw them in his hand, and pick up a stone on the ground with one hand, and then catch the one thrown in the air with one hand, will often arouse amazement, that child will Will look proud.

The boys mostly jump around in the water, pushing each other, or splashing water, boldly splashing on the girl they like to make her unhappy, even if they are scolded, they are still complacent.

Then there is jumping rope.The ropes are mostly made of yellow rice stalks and are very heavy, but children in mountain villages can only use this. Strong and light nylon ropes are useful for adults and cannot be used by children.

Often more people participate in playing with well-woven ropes. After all, the village primary school only has the third grade at the highest. It is still very difficult for children ten years younger to shake a large rope of ten meters or more. Sometimes there are more than a dozen or 20. Two children huddled together, jumping and laughing, and some children would stumble over the rope in the chaos and helplessly take over from the coolies. They would watch eagerly which child was messing with the rope, throw down the end of the rope with cheers, and go into battle by themselves.

Eleven only attended the village primary school for one year, and Tao's father sent him to the town primary school. The teachers in the town primary school were better than the village primary school. For the sake of the eldest son's future, it didn't matter if he spent more money.

The town primary school is halfway up the mountain, and the white houses are much better than the mud-walled classrooms of the village primary school.Looking down, you can see most of the town, and you can see the bustling crowds on the street during fair days.The only thing that is the same as the village primary school is that during the winter and summer vacations, you have to go to the mountains to find the young stems of various pistachio stalks and ferns, and hand them to the school when the school starts. This is also a kind of homework.

When Tao's father and mother Tao went out when they were in the third grade of elementary school on November [-], they became working uncles and working aunts.Send money to relatives regularly, and occasionally some clothes, thin fabrics, colors and patterns are rare in small places.They also had pocket money on Eleventh, which was unimaginable before. Instead of selling popsicles in a thermos bottle in hot weather like some children, they could buy popsicles from them.

The white or light yellow popsicles cost 5 cents a piece. Banana water is also sold on the streets of Weiri.I will also patronize the school's canteen to buy some snacks.Academic performance is as good as ever.

In the village, there are very few people with a TV, and some only have a black and white TV. Eleven has a strong self-esteem, and hardly goes to other people’s houses to watch it, even if the older sister or younger brother asks him to go, he also has a [-]-inch black and white TV at home. , but it has been broken for a long time. Occasionally, there is only sound but no picture when I turn on a station. I don’t know where that TV came from on Eleven. I don’t have any impression in my mind. remembered.