typhoon transit

When I said goodbye to Chen Yi, I thought of the love that happened between them.I have seen those campus romances. The boy in the next class is holding a basketball bag and lying on the window of our classroom with a smile, asking his lover to wait for him to leave after school.I think maybe Chang Qiao and her are the same, but they are walking in the sun, stealing kisses on the rooftop, briefly holding hands and touching lips in the dark.Who is not the same?Aren't those cheesy love affairs the same no matter who they happen to be?

Just like those naive fantasies at the end of the summer vacation, I also thought that if I was born four years earlier, I might be in the same class as Chang Qiao, and we would go to and from school together. He would wait downstairs at her house at seven o'clock every morning to call her down.We might become very good friends, friends who can share each other's secrets.Maybe Chang Qiao will not fall in love with Chen Yi later, maybe the other protagonist of the story will be me.

In my fantasy, it seemed that as soon as I opened my eyes, Chang Qiao would appear in front of me again, and everything would be very different.I wonder how long four years are and how many things will change because of it.Is it because of these four years that Chang Qiao met Chen Yi?And without these four years, would I still meet her?

Passing by the abandoned playground after the movie, Chang Qiao said, "Has the big pendulum from before been dismantled?"

I said, "Not yet, it's been left there, and it may be demolished soon. It is said that a new community will be developed here."

We call it a big pendulum here, but it’s actually a machine that can only sit two people and swing back and forth.It costs five yuan a time, and it's over in half a minute.

"I passed by the vegetable market before, why is there only a shed left now?" She put her face on the iron gate of the old amusement park and looked inside.

"It was demolished a long time ago, and a new vegetable market is to be built. It is next to the department store, the city center. Now there is a temporary one, next to the square." I explained to her, "To build a beautiful city, my dad's job Son. He said the city was going to be re-planned."

"Only we have urban planning here." She smiled, and went to repair the rusty iron gate while talking, "A typical negative teaching material."

"So you need to plan." I went to follow her footsteps, "What are you doing?"

She shook her hands stained with rust, and knelt down to study the tangled chain on the door.

"This thing breaks as soon as you touch it."

I know what she is going to do. "Don't do it, you will be seen by others."

"Why, are you afraid?"

Still, she's still using the same old aggressive methods to force me to do things I'd never do before.The last time was four years ago in June, when she offered to teach me how to ride a bicycle. To be honest, I was not an outstanding student, but in the end the teacher gave up on my own initiative.

I don't want to say yes to her, but I will do it anyway.I think the most amazing thing about Chang Qiao is that she effortlessly allows me to overcome my instinct to a certain extent and do things that break the rules.Ah Jiang once persuaded me to do this, but of course she failed.I think this may be Chang Qiao's talent.At this time, I suddenly became jealous of her. After all, talent itself is innate, but when I looked back at my birth, I found that there were no extraordinary talents in me other than obedience.Thinking about it this way, I am really an ordinary person with no future.It's strange, at this time I will agree that my brother and I are really similar people.

"It's not that I'm afraid..." I think I must have thought too much, the moment I spoke, Chang Qiao raised her leg and kicked the iron door open.The wires on the doorknob are now crackling and scattered on the ground. They are broken and twisted with a unique aesthetic feeling, so that I look at them and freeze in place.When I came back to my senses, Chang Qiao had already swaggered in.

"Chang Qiao, are you crazy?" I shouted her name from behind, and I saw her turn around to look at me.

There was a kind of disbelief in her eyes. "You're angry?"

"I didn't." I didn't, and I was telling the truth.I know Chang Qiao would do this, it's like her style, and I'm not angry at all.But I think there is something in my chest that is constantly heating up. I guess this may be a stress response to some important moments, and I don't know what is about to happen.

"Then why did you call me by my name?" I saw her slowly retreating to my side, she wanted to reach out to touch my cheek, I turned my face sideways, and she gently touched my earlobe.

"Can't I call your name?" I thought of the God of War in the movie, and I was thinking that maybe I have the same eyes as he faced the enemy at this moment.

"You are so small," she held my shoulder as if to comfort me, "what's the matter, don't you like being called sister?"

"It's not that I don't like it, it's that I don't want to."

I found in me at this moment the tough guy spirit that is often written in American novels. If it was Marlowe, he would do it immediately.

But I guess I said that softly to her, after all I was so uncool that even stating it seemed like compromise.So she smiled slightly and said, "Then what do you like to be called? Qiaoqiao? Come on, no one calls me that."

"No."

"Little Buckwheat?"

"You can raise a cat named Zhou Yu."

"Actually, I used to have a cat named Cao Cao, but it died."

"Haha, interesting. But don't. I don't want to call you that."

"Then tell me, I agree." She folded her arms and looked at me, but I suspected that she was looking at the lights behind me. The stadium turned on the lights at 05:30 on time. uncomfortable.

"I'll call you Chang Qiao, can I?" I subconsciously wanted to put my palms together in a begging gesture, but felt that I was the one negotiating terms at this moment, so I stuffed my half-raised arm into my pocket again .

"That would make you look rude, kid." She bent over me, still taller than me.

I can hear the joke in her words, Chang Qiao's talk about manners is simply a joke.So I followed her words: "Isn't that exactly what you want, Chang Qiao?"

I don't know which word in this sentence touched her, but she suddenly put away her smile, looked at me for a while, then turned and walked in.

"So do you want to come, my little Jinghe?"

I still followed along, and the self-esteem I had just built up collapsed again.But I don't care, just because of her words.

We walked to the "big pendulum", and she walked into the small booth of the administrator and clicked on the operating table for a long time, but nothing happened.She walked out of the pavilion with her head down, shrugged her shoulders and said to me, "Look, the decline of civilization."

"I think it's a rebuilding of civilization."

She glanced at me with a smile and walked towards the "pendulum".She pulled up the rail above, blew the dust off the chair, and beckoned me to sit down with her.

She swung her legs, as if she wanted to use this air current to make the discarded pendulum swing again.The two of them are still very small, and her trouser legs are rubbing against my bare calf slowly, and I take a deep breath.

"Even this place is going to be demolished," Chang Qiao said without looking at me, "Do you think we will be the last two people sitting here?"

Haha, with what she said, the evening now has an epic flavor.I sat on the pendulum and looked at this square that was about to be flattened. I remembered that someone told me a long time ago that this used to be a train station with three trains a day.I used to believe in this story unswervingly, and believed that countless people had passed by my feet, and those legendary events really happened here.It's ridiculous to think about it now. We have to take a boat to go out of this small island. Where is the train station?It is destined to be mediocre, and those scenes of parting at the station will not be staged here, so it seems that this has blocked a kind of grief mechanism.

"You have to remember everything in front of you, and you may not see it in the future."

"Nothing to remember."

She laughed and said I was a cruel person.

"Do you remember that beach? A resort is going to be built next to it, and it won't be open to the public soon." I'm referring to Luanshi Bay, a small shallow beach, just beside the road, and I passed the tunnel by bicycle You can arrive in half an hour.

"A trick of the capitalists."

"Let's go again sometime, and we will have to pay for it later." I extended an invitation to her.

She hummed, and she said, okay, you take me there.

"You can't see any sandy beaches inland," I heard her say.

"Why did you go to Shaanxi?" I finally asked the question I've been wanting to get answered for a long time.

"It's nothing." She stroked her long hair that was blown by the wind to the back of her head. "It's just that this place is too boring. I want to go somewhere farther away."

She doesn't want to answer me, I know, I don't force her. "Then, did you meet anyone else after that?"

I figured she knew what I was referring to, but she got up off the pendulum, patted her trousers on her back and said, "Ah, I've met so many people and I've forgotten so many names , you wouldn't want to know, Jing He."

"What if I want to?"

"My landlord is a nice guy. He knows a lot of things, but his job is to be a tattoo artist."

"Cool," I sighed from the bottom of my heart, there is no such thing as a tattoo artist in our small place, "Have you ever had a tattoo?"

"Hmm." She nodded, pulled the hem of her dress out of her jeans, and gently lifted it to her lower abdomen.I looked at the pattern on her left waist, a sharp sword hanging upside down, like a cross.

I seemed to be staring at it for a long time, she put down her clothes, patted my head and said, "You want to see it so much?" I quickly retracted my gaze.

"He also taught me photography," she gestured to press the shutter. "That's how I made my living in Xi'an."

"Are you a photographer?"

"Well, if you want to think so."

"I want to see the pictures you took."

"They are all in Shaanxi, most of them are. I am willing to help you take pictures, really, you will be a very good model."

She came over and stroked my cheek with the back of her hand, and I felt it was a soldering iron.The sweat in my palm was almost dripping down, and the humid air around me gradually became thicker, and I could feel the touch of water vapor slowly condensing on my body, as if I was going to be out of breath.

It's too hot for this bad summer.

I think I'm waiting for something.I didn't dare to look her in the eyes, so I could only look in the direction of the pier behind her. The signal lights came on ahead of time, and I knew it was going to be windy.

"You are so cute," her voice gradually dissipated in the wind, as if it came from thousands of miles away, "I really want to kiss you."

I suddenly thought of Marlowe, and I wanted to find a kind of courage in him.He's a cool character who was created to be the main character.I sometimes think that no matter how complicated and confusing the plot of those detective novels, in the end it is extremely simple. People only need to throw a dice to perfunctory.

So at this moment I began to resent God, because I was destined to be born with certain mechanisms that represent bravery.I didn't dare to move, I didn't dare to say anything, countless numbers flashed in my mind, but they couldn't be put together to leave me with a complete revelation.

I can only wait, I wait without hope, and time is condensed into a short moment at this moment.

Chang Qiao ended up doing nothing, as if she hadn't said anything just now.She turned around and walked forward, saying as she walked: "Unfortunately, in order to make up for the travel expenses back here, I sold the camera. Let's look for opportunities later."

I didn't hear what she was saying, I was thinking about Chen Yi, my mind was full of Chen Yi, thinking of meeting her, thinking of Chang Qiao's abrupt movie invitation, I felt more and more that this was a trap.But now that this conspiracy can be perfectly realized, why did the instigator give up halfway?I thought, if a kiss can mean so many things, then what the hell, it just didn't happen.I felt all the blood rushing to my cheeks from all over my body, and I felt a rusty smell in my nostrils.

I raised my head and pressed the bridge of my nose to keep the blood from flowing out.Chang Qiao walked forward, but didn't see my distressed appearance.Seeing her contented appearance, I felt that what she said just now seemed like a joke, maybe she was referring to the light kiss on the cheek between friends, it was no big deal.And I'm fighting my American hero in my head, like a clown who's angry with the audience.

"But it's true about the cat named Cao Cao." Her voice was so soft that I wasn't sure she was talking to me.

"I picked it up when I was in Xi'an. It was a skinny one. It was in the corner of the underground garage. When I went to park my bicycle, I heard it barking. It made a very small sound."

"It ran away within a few days after I raised it, and I have never seen it. Maybe it died."

She twitched the corners of her mouth, I don't think she was smiling.

"A lot of things that have passed through my life don't seem to end well."

When I recalled this sentence many years later, I didn’t feel that Chang Qiao really said it. It was blurred like a damaged sound source fragment, without a label or sequence, appearing randomly in my mind.I blamed it on the strong wind that day, and it seemed that the clouds were about to gather in the sky, and it suddenly occurred to me that the typhoon season was coming.

"Let's go, the typhoon is coming." She ran forward as she said, and I followed closely.

It did rain that day, and it was the first typhoon since the beginning of summer. It came from the vast Pacific Ocean, and its name was being broadcast on the TV. It sounded like a New York gang name.After bidding farewell to Changqiao, I listened to the rain in my room. They fell from the sky like a hanging curtain, and a summer tragicomedy will be staged next.

The moth broke into the window of my house to avoid the rain, and now it is rushing against the hot ceiling lamp. The sound of fluttering wings is so similar to the sound of rain. ongoing storm.

It all started with an unfinished kiss.I looked at the white lamp, and the smell of rust appeared in my nostrils as expected.My rising desire gradually swelled with the rain, and I suddenly found a common ground between me and the moth. In fact, we are all the same. At the beginning of life, my impulse is like the moth and the fire. determination to resist.That kind of stupidity and determination turned out to be a kind of nature.

Changqiao, it was windy at night, and I couldn't think or do anything.That's all I have left in my life, and I'd give it all up to kiss you.