typhoon transit

I'm a bit uncomfortable with this too long summer.

After graduation, I sat on the rattan chair in front of the door all day long, sticking to the days before I knew my grades.I don't know how long it has been, I checked the calendar every day, but July still hasn't come.

I've never been more desperate to grow up.In this summer, the hot wind blows through the hall, like hot soup splashed on the body.My father is watching TV in the living room, my mother is cooking in the kitchen, and my brother is playing games in the room on the second floor.Day after day, if life could have a fast-forward mode like a projector, then I wouldn't have to sit at the door and count how many birds chirped today.

The air in the room was frozen, and the only sounds that could be heard were the newscasters and the tinkling of bells and palms in the kitchen.As long as there is nothing wrong, my father, my mother, my brother, and I will never say a word.I couldn't bear this kind of atmosphere, so I sat on the rattan chair in front of the door and read a book in the sun.

Here is near the sea, so there are not many days with sunshine. This year's summer drought came early, and it didn't rain for more than ten days.Sweat seeped into the chair through my short-sleeved shirt. It was so hot that I squinted my eyes and fell asleep. In my sleep, I still dreamed that Monkey King was fighting the Bull Demon King in the Flame Mountain.

My dad probably decided to have a talk with me about the future.I finished the college entrance examination, and after the results came out, I had to fill in the application form.I read literature, and my brother also read liberal arts before.My brother's grades were too poor, but he got into the police academy and now works in the Public Security Bureau.

My brother has no ideals. If he had, he would just eat and wait to die.He listens to everything my dad arranges. The law and order here is good, and the police work is very easy. My dad will open the back door, so it's so comfortable and he can get the job.He is more free than me, and he goes to the office to drink tea and chat, he might as well play games at home.

For me, my dad has to worry to death.I have been smart since I was a child. My father placed all his expectations on me, and wanted me to inherit his mantle in the future. It is always possible to become an official.He usually doesn't talk to me, but recently he always mentions a friend of his in Hangzhou, saying how well he is doing and how well connected he is. I know that he always wants me to go to Hangzhou for the exam.

I have always been a good boy, and I listen to my dad as much as I can.He would always tell others when he met, my daughter is smart and obedient, and will be able to do great things in the future.

But is this what I want?There is just too much time, and I have a lot of days sitting in front of the door thinking about it.But when it comes to the big things in life, I have a problem with procrastinating.I don't want to think about my future, which still feels far away when they are hurtling toward me at breakneck speed.

I would rather study the sun and find that it controls all the disasters in the world, but none of my business.The scale of summer extends to my whole body. This dirty and rotten town is only golden in summer, as if wrapped in a fine layer of gold foil, with a glorious taste.

Only at this moment can I look at the summer, the people on the street come and go sweating, the cicadas sing as if they were packed into a muffled drum, the smell of the cigarettes my father smokes can waft to the door, the end of the alley The dog in the house barked restlessly, but could not drive away even a fly.Time stood still.I only count time by the movement of the sun.

One afternoon, I saw that the sun was tilted as if it was about to go down. I calculated that there was still half an hour left for dinner, so I spread the books on my cheeks and took a nap.

At this time, I heard the sound of shoes stepping on the ground, and the patter was getting closer.I thought it was Aunt Wang who brought me a watermelon, and was just about to reach out to take the book off my face, but someone was one step ahead of me.

"Where's your brother?"

It's her, she's back.

Chang Qiao stood in front of me, looking at me condescendingly.My eyes were out of cover and I couldn't open them to the sun.I squinted at her. She was thinner, her face was tanned, the armpits of her shirt were soaked with sweat, her hair was disheveled.

I didn't believe it before, but now I do.My mother told me that Chang Qiao left for Xinjiang.The sun here can't burn black people, and people here don't wear shirts as long as it's summer.

She was gone for a long time, and I was a little unrecognizable when I saw her.But I remember that bracelet, blue and white, with a small shell in the middle, is something from our place, and the vendor by the beach sells it for 15 yuan.

The story of Chang Qiao is quite legendary, and it is a long story.I regret that I didn't go to the pier to see her off four years ago, and I don't know the whole story of many things.Most of the stories about her were embellished by others, and became the talk of gossip in the future and the negative teaching material for educating children.

"As a human being, you must not be like Chang Qiao." After she left, my dad often said this to me, chanting for nearly half a year.

I think, if Chen Yi left with her that year, if the story of that year had an elopement scene, it might have been cooler.

Looking at her face, I didn't know what to say, and the etiquette lessons my father taught me first came to my mind.

"Hello sister." I smiled cutely.

"Hello, little sister." She also smiled at me.She is still so gentle to me.But I don't like her calling me xiaomei because everyone calls me xiaomei like I'm still a child.But I'm about to grow up, right now.

"Where's your brother?" Chang Qiao threw the book back to me, and leaned into the back room.

It's my brother again.

"Xu Jiming, Xu Jiming!" I shouted towards the balcony on the second floor, but no one answered me.

"Playing games in the room again." I said, continuing to cover my face with the book.

She stepped over the threshold into the house.I don't want her to go to my brother, the thought of him sitting in front of the computer playing Red Police shirtless with a cigarette in his mouth makes me sick.

My brother is a jerk and a lunatic.He and Chang Qiao used to be in the same class, and he liked her to death, he walked around her all day, and did all the wretched behaviors of stalking and so on.Coincidentally, he also read in the book "the long bridge lies on the waves, the cloud is the dragon, the road is empty, the sky is the sky", he engraved this sentence on his desk, saying, this is the destiny Ah, Chang Qiao and Ji Ming are a natural couple.He felt that there was no difference between them and those legendary lovers, that is, Cowherd and Weaver Girl, Romeo and Juliet, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai.

Not only do I disagree with this, but neither does my father.Chang Qiao's mother was a widow, and she was raised by herself.Their family lives in the oldest alley near the entrance of the tunnel. It is a single house left by the older generation, and the yard is full of pomegranates.They have nothing but these.My dad thought it was wrong to be in a wrong family, and he was determined not to let my brother associate with her.

But my brother told my dad: "Dad, I want to marry her, I must marry her, I will listen to you about everything, but not this one."

How could Chang Qiao fall in love with my brother?My elder brother looks plain, not tall and hunchbacked, scruffy, but somehow I feel that Chang Qiao likes him the same.Chang Qiao rejected my brother many times, but he never repented, and kept muttering every day that if Chang Qiao didn't follow him, it would be against the destiny.

Like I said, my brother is a lunatic.But Chang Qiao is indeed a woman who can drive people crazy.

Chang Qiao is such a good person, so beautiful.In the days that followed, I often thought of how she rode a battered bicycle and how she could ride across the street like the wind, and how she would bring me handfuls of dime-a-cola candies every time she passed my house , Thinking of her sitting on the railing by the road and watching the flow of people, she was so beautiful that she didn't look like a creation of this world.

My brother is a person with no abilities and no ideals. I think Chang Qiao's chicness attracted him.

In order to stop my brother's endless stalking behavior, Chang Qiao used to come to my house to quarrel with my brother, probably this time too.I heard cursing coming from the glass windows of the balcony on the second floor.I heard my brother say, "Changqiao, do you think anyone else wants you besides me?"

My dad still sits on the sofa in the living room smoking a cigarette and watching the news, but I know he's very angry now.This may be a unique aura of people in high positions. The air suddenly became cold as if approaching a glacier.

Before he broke out, Chang Qiao came down, and she walked straight into the yard without even looking at my dad.

"Sister, don't worry about it," I said to her, "My brother is a lunatic, don't take what he says to heart."

"Well," she snorted sullenly, "I know."

Chang Qiao took out a cigarette case from his shirt pocket, took out one and lit it.It's in white packaging, a brand I've never seen before.

"You graduated, right?" She didn't have enough oil for her lighter, and she had to light it several times before it lit.

"Right." I obediently answered her.

"It's so fast." I saw that she seemed to be smiling, "You smoke one?"

She handed me the crumpled cigarette case with three cigarettes left in it.

"No," I quickly waved my hand, "I'm not yet of age."

After I finished speaking, I added in a low voice: "Sorry, sister."

Chang Qiao laughed loudly, and the smoke was blown away. "Are you still an adult after graduation?"

"Yes, my birthday is at the end of July."

She hummed again, and turned her head to look outside the railing. It was Aunt Wang who brought melons.

"Let's go." She pressed the cigarette on the edge of the water tank in my house, picked it up and flicked it outside the iron gate.

She seemed to have bumped into someone she knew on the alley, and that person asked, "Chang Qiao? Are you back?"

She said, "Yes, my mother is back."

Yes, it was her, the Chang Qiao in my memory.It took me a long time to accept the fact that it had been four years and she was back.

"Sister, do you eat watermelon?" I leaned on the iron railing and shouted to the outside, I wanted to keep her.

"No." She turned her back to me and walked towards the road, waving her hand as a farewell.

Like every farewell she's ever had in the past.