I was on the clouds

Ye Xi stood up amidst the oranges rolling around on the ground, and the tanned male vendor in front of the stall hurriedly knelt on the ground to pick up the oranges.

He was wearing a leather jacket with a lot of rips, and his rough, cracked hands picked up the rolling oranges and put them back on the booth.

Ye Xi took a closer look at those hands. There were protruding blood vessels on them, there were cracks and dirt between the cracked nails, and there was a thick layer of calluses on the palms, which was old and yellow.

A hand was stretched out towards her, and the owner of the hand showed her a simple and honest smile. She looked at the vertical and horizontal wrinkles on his face and reached out to hold that hand, which was harder than the rock she was holding when climbing. The strength of the hands is so stable and powerful like a mountain, she simply doesn't understand what kind of suffering has created such hands.

A girl with braids came running behind the stacked fruit cartons at the back of the booth, wearing a patched red plaid jacket and old black jeans. The jeans were a bit short, and the girl's slender ankle was exposed It was red from the cold wind, and he was wearing a pair of old gray cloth shoes, the edges of which had been scuffed.

The girl blinked her black and quiet eyes and looked at Ye Xi curiously, then suddenly grabbed a yellow-orange orange from the booth with her little red hand and handed it to her.

Ye Xi stood there, not knowing whether to answer it, the little girl blinked her black eyes and looked at her stubbornly, Ye Xi suddenly wanted to laugh.

They looked at each other for a long time, the little girl's hand holding the orange froze in mid-air, seeing Ye Xi not picking up the orange, a sense of despair suddenly filled her big eyes, and tears welled up all at once.

Just when Ye Xi was at a loss, a very soft voice suddenly came from behind: "You take the orange, or she will be very sad for a long, long time."

Ye Xi was already very familiar with this voice, she glanced at the little girl's hands covered with frostbite, and took the orange.

The oranges are huge and the skin is no longer fresh.

The girl's big black eyes were bent into crescent moons at once. One second her eyelashes were full of tears, but the next second she broke into a smile. She gave Ye Xi a sweet smile, and bounced back to the pile of piles. behind the cardboard box.

Ye Xi turned his head while holding the orange, and looked at the person standing behind him.

A white turtleneck sweater and a beige pleated skirt, two loose braids hanging from the neck, and gun-colored thin-rimmed glasses on his face.

Not so sloppy, and indeed a pretty girl.

Ye Xi asked: "How do you know that if I don't pick up the oranges, she will be sad for a long time".

She shook her head shyly, and looked at the man in the booth who was yelling hard with a smile, her eyes behind the lens had a thin layer of water.

Ye Xi looked at the black eyes that were exactly the same as that of the little girl behind the lens, and suddenly understood something, she asked, "Was that girl when you were a child?".

She smiled shyly again, then nodded, and said with some sadness: "That is my father, he is a farmer, and he also does some other jobs besides farming. He goes to various markets in winter When selling fruit, I have been following behind to count the money, and when it is cold, he will pile up the cardboard boxes containing fruit to block the wind and let me hide behind."

The cold wind in the dream couldn't blow them, but Ye Xi clearly saw that there was another crack on the man's dirty, callused palm, bleeding was oozing out, and the little girl behind the carton was trembling. She poked her head out, the cold wind ruffled her hair, she ran out shivering, covering her ears, and put a pair of black Mickey Mouse gloves on the pile of oranges.

The man turned his head and smiled, and happily handed back the pair of gloves that were only half the size of his palm to the girl, and stammered, "No...no, it's too small, dad...can't wear it... .on, you..you wear".

The little girl blinked twice, put the Mickey Mouse gloves on her hands and ran behind the cardboard box.

Ye Xi watched this scene without blinking, and heard the girl next to her say in a very soft voice: "I was very poor at that time, and I was not sensible, my mother sold a few eggs that day, and my father asked me I bought a pair of gloves and put them on. When he led me into the glove shop, I saw that pair of Mickey Mouse gloves and asked for them. My dad bought them for me with a smile, and he carried them in the wind with his bare hands. This time, after returning home, his hands were blown with a lot of blood. At that time, there was a classmate in elementary school who liked my gloves very much. I asked her to take out his father's gloves and exchange them with me. The night before changing gloves, I couldn't bear it, so I hid under the quilt with my gloves on and cried all night."

She was rambling on, and Ye Xi felt a little blocked when she heard it.

"Then what happened later?"

"Later, I changed my gloves. The one I got was smoke gray with two white stripes on it. It was big and warm. I took the glove and ran home happily and gave it to my dad. , but they were very sad, and my mother hugged me directly and cried."

Ye Xi was a little confused after hearing this, she had never been poor, before when her father was not famous, she had to eat leftovers every day, but being so poor made her feel a little unbelievable, even a bit fantasy.

"How can you be so poor?" Ye Xi asked.

The girl smiled, and instead of answering her question, she asked, "That little girl picking roses was when you were young, right? The color of her two eyes is different. Although it's not so obvious now, it's still easy to recognize. Nearly Look at the golden lace around the pupil of the left eye, and the whitish lace around the pupil on the right, as if you are wearing different colored contact lenses.”

Ye Xi said: "It's heterochromia. When I was a child, the color of the golden eye was not as light as it is now. When I grow up, the color at the edge becomes lighter, and the color in the middle is still there, forming a circle of gold now. The gray one was not as dark as it is now, and then the color became darker at the edges, and the middle color remained the same, and it became what it is now."

The girl pursed her lips and smiled again: "The people in the dream are very interesting. It would be even better if your hair is colorful."

It was her dream, she dreamed of her, she thought it was her dream, she dreamed of her.

Ye Xi talked about her heterochromia with the visitor in this dream, until the strong wind blew in the dream, the market gradually became less crowded, and the simple and honest father and his young daughter began to close the stall.

The oranges were packed in cardboard boxes and moved to an old tricycle. The little girl was sitting in the cardboard box behind the car. The man had a few bloody cuts on his hands. He took out a piece of scotch tape covered in dust and grinned. There was a layer of glue on the back of his hand. He put on an old felt hat, bowed his head and wrapped a few pieces of thick cloth around his legs, and then rode the creaking tricycle against the wind with his teeth arched.

The little girl huddled in the back tremblingly, holding her knees and looking at her father's back. The pair of black Mickey Mouse gloves were on her hands, covering her cold and red ears.

When the father and daughter rode away on their bikes, the horses and chariots suddenly dispersed in the noisy dream, just like the music ended after a song, leaving only a faint wind and sand, and everything suddenly became desolate.

They walked side by side, looking at the dust rolled up by the wind whirling in the distance, the wind howled, and the sand and stones flew away, but there was a strange feeling of tranquility in their hearts.

The passing vendors and pedestrians disappeared in the wind, only the sound of the wind blowing back and forth on the empty gravel road.

The dream is almost over.

Because Ye Xi clearly heard the sound of the alarm clock ringing in his dream.

"If you don't love me, you'll pull me down...you can rely on the pectoral muscles you trained...don't hug me in love...".

This is Ye Sheng's alarm. She has to get up at five o'clock today to go shopping in the town, and strive to come back before nine o'clock, otherwise the summer sun will turn her into a silky chicken.

Ye Xi knew that she would leave the dream and return to the real world soon, she turned her head, and saw the eyes behind the lens watching her gently.

Slender and long eyes, with narrow double eyelids, the corners of the eyes are hooked in, and the tails of the eyes are slightly raised. This shape is very delicate, between romantic and elegant, no more and no less, long in that The bookish face is just right.

In the dream, her appearance is very clear and also very vague, what is clear is her outline, and what is blurred is her facial features. Although they are close at hand, they seem to be separated by a layer of permanent veil, and it is impossible to see clearly.

Only those eyes are bright and clear, with a warm and firm power to accommodate everything in the world.

Everything collapsed without warning, Ye Xi fell into the darkness, woke up from the darkness, and in front of him was the pink mosquito net above the bed.

Ye Sheng got up to get dressed in a daze, her long messy hair brushed her arms, they had a soft and moist luster, reminding her of algae swaying in the sea.

The wind is a bit strong today, the wind blows the leaves rustling, and the calls of sparrows and swallows are all in one piece.

Ye Xi got up and turned off the bell, but when she turned her head, Ye Sheng fell down again in a daze. She tiptoedly opened the bag, picked up the compartment for the medicine, and swallowed the medicine with her eyes closed.

The bitter taste diffuses in the taste buds, and the rusty head perceives her own existence mechanically. At this time, she is still rotten, numb and drifting like dust, but the feeling of tranquility in the dream is still there. She closes her eyes, and she does not want to Waking up from a dream.