Pingdou pear

——A red and blue stop sign, the paint on it has been dried and exposed to the sun and rain for many years, and it is not looking like it is peeling off.The distance between the stations is somewhat blurred and rusty.

Standing under the stop sign was a handsome child, wearing a single pair of khaki military trousers, which were gradually becoming white after washing. The child was too thin, and the trousers hung loosely on the hip bones. Without the belt, they would almost fall off. .The trousers are tucked into belleville boots,

Last night's autumn rain left passers-by with more or less mud spots on their bodies, and they all had the taste of wading through mountains and rivers.The difference was the cursing in her mouth, the girl's blue coat was splashed with water by the smooth car, and she yelled angrily: "

: "Are you blind?"

: "I'm in a hurry to see your second uncle." Not to be outdone, the owner of the car gave an extra elegant middle finger.

The city is running fast, and people come and go in a hurry, which is not even a small adjustment.

The child was wearing a big gray coat with big pockets on both sides of the hem that were comparable to Doraemon's. The collar was turned up high, but it still couldn't cover the high-necked white sweater underneath. He wore a woolen hoodie with bangs. It's a little bit longer, covering the eyebrows and just reaching the eyes. It's just autumn, and the wind is mixed with a trace of coolness and sand that can't open your eyes. , alluding to the loneliness in the corners of the eyes and the curvature of the mouth, the charm of Dugu Qiubai is really fucking displayed to the extreme.

The shoulder bag is very shriveled, and the child is holding a ticket in his hand. He can guess, um, the ticket he just bought is a pity, and he can't see the destination on the ticket.

In the dark room, a fat old man about sixty years old was developing photos one by one, and when he looked at the last one, his dissatisfied old face seemed like a fat caterpillar that had been watching for two days. At this moment, the old man was satisfied. Fat fingers rubbed his double chin contentedly, and looked at the child under the fixed stop sign in his hand with a narrow smile, the creases on his face were more and more crowded together,

: "Well, it's been a long time since I took pictures with this taste."

The fat old man muttered to himself.In fact, there is nothing surprising about the photo, but if you look carefully: there are thieves around the ticket dealers, and impatient little girls are carrying a vegetable basket, and they are pulling their crying baby with one hand. The little girl selling newspapers, the sleepy fuzzy expressions of three or two people in the train, all of which set off this strange child, the photographer's perfect angle and tricky technique add luster to it,

It seems that looking at the photos can also smell the wandering atmosphere inside, and the contradictory beauty of conflict and harmony is reflected everywhere.

The sun has returned home, and the old iron train is rumbling westward. Rather than being a train, it is more suitable for nostalgic antiquities.

Look at the hesitant stumbling, maybe you can get out of the way if you are not careful, like the teeth of the 80-year-old lady, but they are surprisingly integrated with the surrounding scenery, it doesn't matter.

Through the woods, the woods, through the woods, the woods.The air in the empty carriage is filled with fine dust, the ups and downs of the world, the sunset and the sun set off the warmth of the carriage, sinus corners are curled up in the back seat for two people, the backpack is tightly hugged to the chest, and the arms are wrapped around it Then crossed and inserted into the armpit, ravaged to the thickness of a piece of clothing, there may be very little things inside, the gray coat covered his whole body, only two closed eyes were vaguely exposed, motionless, and the eyelashes were also shattered. There was no incitement a few times, and it was peaceful.

"Dou Jiao has been busy at home for a long time, since the last time he went out, even he himself doesn't quite remember how long he was busy, and even he actually can't remember what he was busy with, but he was too sleepy, and he couldn't remember it when he fell asleep.

Dou Jiao is very confused, being a father can't be vague, Dou Jingxing carefully looks at his son, Dou Jiao eats very quietly, eats every bite of food, eats as much as he wants, adds more and eats more, Dou Jingxing has been busy recently, Jiang Meng started The purchase of his company's stock was blatant and blatant. With him as a hindrance to the contract, the other party would rather pay liquidated damages and tear up their face before rescinding the contract, not leaving him any time to catch his breath.

The most important thing is Dou Jiao, his only son. Jiang Meng has been married for more than a month now. On the day of the wedding, Dou Jiao returned home and slept with his head down for two weeks. There was no other way, but in the end, he could only grit his teeth and stomp his feet, regretting that he should have taken his son there. On the one hand, he started to use nutrient solution to maintain his son's poor breathing.Jiang Meng played in different ways, and Dou Jingxing could only resist with all his tricks. Today, when Dou Jiao came down the stairs in full swing, Dou Jingxing really let go of the biggest stone in his heart. It's a pity , He quickly suspected that he might be relieved too early, the human stomach is not a bottomless pit, when Dou Jiao became more and more light-hearted, his pace was unfocused, Dou Jingxing was sure, Dou Jiao paused with his head down after eating the last bite of food After a while, he slowly put down the bowls and chopsticks, raised his head and pulled at the corners of his mouth with a laborious smile that could barely be called a smile, still the same quiet,

: "Dad, I finished eating, you eat slowly."

After speaking, he stood up and crawled back to the attic step by step.Dou Jingxing, an old fox who has been struggling for many years, slowly stood up. At this moment, he realized that he was really old.

Gone is the shrewdness that hung deep in his eyes in the past. He dragged himself into the study so slowly like his son, and then fell heavily into the armchair. The blue and white, the clock ticking, ticking.

After a long time, perhaps Dou Jingxing couldn't stand the increasingly burdensome loneliness, so he tremblingly picked up the phone by the table and broadcast the number he knew by heart, gently put it to his ear, beep, beep... At that moment, Dou Jingxing murmured tremblingly: "

"We seem to be wrong, wrong" Yishi Jingyi.

I went back to the corner of the attic and climbed into the mattress. The sky was dim, and I climbed out all night without closing my eyes. My whole body was sore. I took out the big backpack that had been pressed into the bottom of the box for many years, stuffed it into a thin blanket and two pairs of underwear, and took it out of the drawer. Produced a sterling silver necklace, the pendant that could have been folded alternately was welded to death on both sides, it could no longer be opened, let alone the photo inside, touched and touched the corner of the sinus, gently sucked the red nose, and couldn’t see it. Throw it clean into the backpack, gather up the cash I found, not more than two thousand and a few, and not too much, put it in the interlayer and tighten the zipper, then open the door lightly and walk down, aimlessly crossing It took a long time for Dou Jiao to arrive at this old station, bought a ticket absent-mindedly, and got on the train by accident.

The train was still driving, and I was a little relieved, but I didn't like it very much. I finally left Jiang Meng. The tight coat flinched, like a very wounded little animal, who could only lick the wound by himself and recall it slowly, even if it was really painful.