Stubborn illness

"Hehe, I don't know." H scratched his head.

"Go to the park, go to Zimaling Park."

"It's all right." H shook his head to the right a few more times.

When we went out the next morning, my aunt chased me out of the house: "Bring an umbrella."

"No need, look at the sun, why do you need an umbrella." H looked up at the sky, looked at his mother, touched his head, with an expression of rejection or acceptance that he didn't know.I walked over to take the umbrella from my aunt: "Take it, and it will be more secure. Anyway, this kind of folded umbrella doesn't take up much space."

His mother smiled comfortably: "Yes, yes, take it with you, take it with you, you can't say for sure about the things in the sky, even if it rains in a while, hehe."

We crossed the river by ferry, took the bus, everything was so novel, the bustling street scene, shops on both sides, pedestrians in a hurry, the suburbs were densely covered with ponds, lush water and grass, and the air was fresh.I sat next to H, and along the way he pointed out to me what this place was, what was that place, and what was its name.

Zimaling Park, the big characters in front of the park, the magnificent gate wall, it is open to enter, with smooth and pleasant floor tiles, a pool in front, creative and beautiful, we took pictures there, and put on a simple posture: eggplant, Ye!

Going in again, I saw a snake breeder, in front of him was a golden python, with a fist-big snake head, a thigh-thick snake body, two meters long, and a golden body, coiled in a large round dustpan, looking around meekly, Some of the people passing by were frightened and took a detour, and some surrounded them curiously, pointing, babbling, and amazed.

"Come, come, take a look, touch it, and take a picture with it, it's very cheap." The owner of the snake had a camera hanging around his neck, holding a developed photo in his hand, In the photo, a girl with a huge boa constrictor wrapped around her shoulders yelled at passers-by from time to time.

"Do you dare to carry him on your shoulders?" I asked H.

"Don't dare, it's too scary, this thing." H shook his head, his body seemed to tremble. "Do you dare?" he asked me back.

"Dare, haha." Knowing that I was being raised, I still encouraged myself in my heart.

"Do you like it? Then you can take some photos with it on your back, I dare not."

"Okay, you help me take pictures." With the consent of the snake owner, I approached the dustpan, and with his help, I wrapped the whole snake around my neck like a scarf. On the body, it is very heavy, I feel like I am carrying a bundle of wet wild vines, but the guy can move, his head is slightly raised, and the snake letter is spitting out, it is very scary, but it is still a little scared.

We played wildly all the way, there is a ghost space on the mountainside, it is a haunted house, we go in, we go through a dark tunnel, and there is a sudden babbling sound as we walk, like a strange person calling, or a group of nameless fireworks rushing out , or a few skulls, or a flash of light flew by, scaring us half to death. After coming out, H kept patting his chest: "Fortunately, I don't have a heart attack, fortunately, I don't have a heart attack."

"So timid, it's obviously fake." I laughed at him.

"Aren't you screaming in fright? You're still holding my hand tightly."

"I'm scaring you." After I finished speaking, I trotted away, and he caught up and knocked on my head with a reproachful expression.

We also watched the animal show, which was also halfway up the mountain. There were not many people in the stands, most of them were parents with children. We sat side by side and danced like children when we saw the wonderful things. Because of that mood.

Tired of playing, we left, and he took me to the pedestrian street in the urban area, where most of the shops were still being renovated, scaffolding was erected in front of the door, and the ground was covered with cement and lime mortar, so we avoided going forward.

He bought Andy Lau's new album, which includes "Love on the Cliff" and "Love You for 1 Years". In the test area, the TV screen is turned on, and the audio music is playing. Just listening to these songs always gives people a refreshing feeling. , as if entering the city from the countryside, it has already surpassed the simplicity and gravity of the original "Thank you for your love" and "The Days We Were Together".

He bought some stickers, plastic ones, star-shaped ones, and heart-shaped ones, and put them on wallets and belt buckles. He asked me if they looked good, and I asked him how old he was this year. He was shy and shy. laugh.

"Boy, where have you been?" After returning home, his mother greeted him.

"I went to Zimaling Park, and I didn't go to the ice bucket." H was lazy, as if he was very tired, and we listened to music at home the next day, and didn't go anywhere.

On the third morning, when he was about to leave, his mother tried to give me something to take home. I said no, no, the journey was so far away that it was inconvenient to carry, not to mention that I didn’t go home directly. Passing through Dongguan, H didn’t say anything. Seeing his mother was in a bit of trouble, I said: “Auntie, no need, I really don’t need it. I accept your wish. I’m sorry to trouble you for these two or three days. Be a guest."

"Okay, okay, I will go if I have the chance, haha." The auntie rubbed her palms, looked around, and suddenly shouted: "Hey, Hua Zai, why don't you pick some mangoes for you to eat on the way."

Hearing her call, we all looked at the mango tree in the yard, which was not tall but was full of fruits. The heavy fruits on the tree were really attractive, and some of the skins had turned yellow and were ripe. "Okay, just pick a few mangoes, ha ha." I agreed.

His mother took action, and his father went into the back room and took a newspaper, wrapped the mango his mother had picked, and then put it in a plastic bag and handed it to me. The enthusiasm was heavier than the fruit of that tree. weight.

We waved goodbye at the gate of the yard. His mother was standing in front, his eldest sister was next to him, and his father was standing behind him. He was about 1.6 meters tall, thin, with a red and yellow face and a simple smile. The little girl stuck her head out from the living room.

"Let's have some breakfast here." H and I walked to the river, but the ferry didn't come. There was a breakfast shop on the river bank, facing the river. A middle-aged woman wearing an apron came out of the room, and greeted H. H told her that we wanted two bowls of fish porridge. After a while, the fish porridge was served.In my memory, it was the best porridge I have ever tasted so far. It was sweet and sweet. I asked the owner if MSG was added, and she said no. H also helped explain that the river fish here is delicious.

H sent me across the river to the station, watched me board the bus bound for Dongguan, "call when we arrive." He made a gesture to me to answer the phone. "I'm free to call." I also gestured to him to make a call, and we looked at each other and smiled.

After graduation, he is in Zhongshan and I am in Dongguan. Except for L, we have regular phone conversations with him. He doesn’t talk much. Most of the time it’s me talking. When I ask him if he’s at work, sometimes he says yes, sometimes he says no. , At that time, I had just started working at the gas station, and I always missed the enthusiasm of the family when I called, so I often asked my aunt if she was okay?Uncle, how are you?

One day he called and said that his father was hospitalized with a throat problem and was going to have an operation. He hesitated on the phone and asked me to borrow some money. I asked him how much to borrow. He paused and said, "Five Bai, yes?"

"Yes, if not, I will lend it to you." I didn't tell him that the money was sent in advance of salary.

After more than a year, my job here has stabilized, and I have a little surplus in my pocket. I called him and said that I would come over tomorrow. He said that he would pick me up at the station, but he didn't come, so I waited at home. With the help of that deep memory, I searched all the way to the past, and I didn't get lost.It's just that the ropes of fruits and supplements in his hands are strangling his fingers black and blue.When they met and asked him which classmates he had contacted with after graduation, he scratched his head and thought for a long time: "It seems that he has not contacted anyone."

"Not one? No way."

"Oh, and Gao Lao sometimes calls, and he even came to my place."

"Is he at work? What is he doing?"

"I don't know what to do specifically. It seems that I have nothing to do for the time being, just like me."

After a few years, there is not much change in general. The courtyard is still the same as before, the fruit trees are still the same as before, and the people are still the same as before. It's just...Just above the balcony aisle, above the door frame of the room is full of wind chimes, silver, pink, green, various styles, various shapes, a gust of wind blows from the opposite river bank, ringing bells..., ringing bells..., crisp, Simple, like the copper pieces knocked in the ancient music workshop.

We didn't have dinner at home that night. He took me to a barbecue on his newly bought Prince motorcycle, called a few of his friends, and sang karaoke after eating. In the downtown area, that kind of simple A karaoke hall like a stall, with some small colorful lights hanging like fishing nets in front of the door, a TV and two microphones in the house, and you can find what songs you want to sing on the dvd player.

Originally, I also liked to sing and to be lively, but after the car ride that day, I was still dizzy, listless, and always lost my interest. Seeing their friends having a good time, I was worried that I would exaggerate a bad mood to others. I told H He proposed to go back first, but he said it was okay, and told me to sit aside and watch them play. I said that I was very tired and wanted to go back to bed first, but he had no choice but to send me home and then went out by himself.