Like a swallow returning to its nest

In the same small room, a 1.5-meter wooden bed was placed against the wall. In the hot weather, grandma spread a rush mat on the cotton wool.

For Fang Jian, this is the best time of the year. It is rare for her not to feel the cold, but she still wants it to be colder. Xiao Lai always says it is hot, and she doesn't want to stick close to her. Whenever she gets close, she pushes people away. shout hot.

There are so many things to say, lying on a bed, the lights go out, and I don't know where to start.

"I'll go to sleep if you don't tell me." Xiao Lai turned his back to her.

Fang Jian moved to her side, touched the mat, touched a corner of her nightgown, touched her waist, put her hand in the hollow of her waist, and went down along the lower abdomen.

She separated her hands, "Don't bother me."

"You don't like me?" Fang Jian whispered, "I miss you."

Xiao Lai said, "I don't want you."

"You are so cold-blooded!" Fang Jian pushed her.

Xiao Lai said, "I'm cold-blooded."

She moaned, hummed, "I'm so pitiful, my mother and father don't love me, my sister bullies me, I lack love since I was a child, I'm so pitiful..."

Xiao Lai continued: "You were calcium deficient when you were young, and you lacked love when you grew up. You have a pot cover on your head and a sack on your body. I am not pitiful at all. As a servant, before and after the saddle, stretch out your feet and kick me in the ditch, and reward me with a big ear. I'm not pitiful at all, really."

Fang Jian: "...I can't say enough about you."

"It's not over yet." Xiao Lai continued: "That's it, I'm still a bitch, afraid that someone will lock her up and die, so I beg grandpa to sue grandma for her rescue."

Fang Jian shook his voice: "That's not what you said, people like all kinds of people, my sister gave Zhou Yinan five or six cocks on his head... Dr. Jia, seven green hats, he still expects her to change her mind, even the doctor loves her." She loves her so desperately, it’s not what you said, people like all kinds of people. There is also "Xinqiao Lover", the love of a homeless man, I will watch it tomorrow... In short, people like Fang Chun are liked, Of course I deserve to be liked too!"

Xiao Lai said: "Yes, you two sisters are so charming. I, Jiang Xiao Lai, have made you so confused that I like to be mean. What can I do?"

Fang Jian: "If you like me, is it cheap?"

Xiao Lai: "It's cheap to be cheated on and gossip."

Fang Jian: "All right."

Xiao Lai: "Okay."

She lay flat on her body, "Don't say anything, don't say anything."

Xiao Lai: "Sleep without talking."

Fang Jian turned over vigorously on the bed, the bed board was twisted and creaked, and she deliberately stretched out her hands and feet to touch her. Xiao Lai didn't bother to answer her, and fell asleep after a while, snoring lightly, it seems that today is really exhausted up.

Xiao Lai was awakened by her tongue. She felt the softness of her lips when she was sleepy. Thin and sensitive, full of nerve endings.

Especially at night, during sleep, the eyelids are closed, the vision is closed, and the sense organs of the body are infinitely magnified. This feeling is particularly strong and profound.

The tongue of a milk cat is delicate, soft and moist, like being in a cloud.

Jiang Xiaolai's body temperature is high, and she once suspected that she has hyperthyroidism, but her body has always been in good health. She can survive the winter safely with a sweater and a down jacket, but summer has never been difficult.

Her neck and back were covered with mist and sweat, and the back of her head felt that the pillow was so hot that it was about to burn. Fang Jian's hair swept back and forth across her heart. She fell into a drowsy sleep and felt uncomfortable. , touched her eyes, her eyelashes, hooked a strand of hair on the side of her cheek with her fingers, and pinned it behind her ear, it was a completely instinctive movement.

"Do you like it?" Xiao Lai heard her ask in a hoarse voice.

She closed her eyes, stretched her neck, and parted her lips slightly, stupefied.

Fang Jian touched a hair rope on her wrist, knelt down on the mat, took off her hair rope, tied her hair in two haphazardly, and bent over to continue.

There is also an extremely thin place, so thin that it can ooze blood, where the nerve tissue is extremely rich, soft and soft, and the lightest touch is enough to cause an uproar.The smell is sweet and greasy in the nose, and the moaning sounds in the ears.

The clasped fingers were clasped tightly, as if only in this way, they would not fall from the clouds into rain, fall from the sky, and slide into the abyss of the sea.

The waves hit the reef one after another, splashing snow-white droplets until the tide ebbed, and the breathing of the sea became gentle and soft.

Fang Jian was exhausted and fell beside her, her cool nose brushed against her hot earlobe, her eyelashes brushed the fine hair on the ear pinna, her breath sprayed rhythmically on the skin of her neck, her voice was a little hoarse, "Xiao Lai."

She said "um", and rubbed her forehead with her face. The girl was soft and sweet, like maltose melting on the tip of her tongue.

"How is it?" Fang Jian closed her eyes contentedly, with a triumphant smirk at the corner of her mouth, "I hate you too, let's even it out."

Xiao Lai let out a "pop" and touched her mouth, "Go to sleep."

In the morning of the next day, Xiao Lai was gone by the pillow, and Fang Jian took out her phone from under her pillow, and it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

Neither grandma nor the aunt at home woke her up. The sleep of the mentally ill is especially precious, and it is a good thing to be able to fall asleep.

After she was discharged from the hospital, she had actually been sleeping poorly. After waking up, she started taking antimanic drugs. Her emotions were controlled and her mood became worse. When she was alone, she often felt sad and shed tears for no reason.

Eyes wide open, let the tears wet the pillow, last night was so boring, it really rained today, the sky is still gloomy at two o'clock in the afternoon, this kind of weather doesn't want her to have a good time, it is deliberately against her.

Fang Jian told herself to cheer up and be happy. There was a date with Xiao Lai on Saturday. Grandma prepared two cans of chopped peppers and pickled radishes as gifts, saying that the chopped peppers outside were soaked in medicine. Now these profiteers , in order to save costs, you can do any unconscionable things...

She tried her best to think of some happy things to get away from her emotions, and she forgot to take Xiao Lai's book away again. Fang Jian lay on the bed and turned on the desk lamp page by page, immersed in paintings and stories for a short time, unfolding through images Associating, coloring the lines, extending the imagination of landscapes and characters, fearing their fears and delighting their pleasures.

There was also a palm-sized atlas of plants half a brick thick. When the rain stopped, she went downstairs to visit the community and compared the atlas to identify the plants in the flower beds.

It was also at this time that she found a letter in the atlas.

After Xiao Lai left yesterday morning, she roughly flipped through it and was 100% sure that there was nothing in the atlas. This letter was brought after she left and returned.

Fang Jian squatted on the wet concrete floor after the rain, smelling the unique bitter smell of dahlias in the flower bed, and unfolded the letter.

The letter paper was torn from the matt book used by elementary school students to write. The corners were yellowed, with a faint musty smell, and black moldy spots were scattered here and there, making it look very old.

The font in the letter is also a children's font, well-proportioned, square and upright. Fortunately, the pencil characters are not easy to fade, and the handwriting is still legible.

"A Letter to Jiang Xiaolai"

Dear Jiang Xiaolai:

Hello there!

After we parted last time, we said that we would write to contact each other. I received your letter, and this is my reply to you.

Today is Saturday, there is no class, I got up at six in the morning, and ran five laps around the community according to my father's request, I really didn't want to run, I was sleepy, I was crying while running, my father scolded me, I am very sad.

I studied in the morning and was scolded by my sister again. I did a math problem wrong. I will try harder next time.

After lunch, I took a nap. In the afternoon, my aunt woke me up. I went to the Children’s Palace to learn the piano. The teacher said that I was very talented and my fingers were longer than others. I was sure I could play the piano well.

I went home for dinner in the evening, my father and sister were not at home, it was just me and my mother, thank God, and then I went back to my room to write to you.

Xiao Lai, do you remember the little star I played for you last time?If I have a chance, I'll play something else for you.

I'm a bit late in learning the piano, and many people who are younger than me in the Children's Palace play better than me, but it doesn't matter, I will surpass them soon.If I played well, I might not have to get up and run every morning.

My day is over, how about you?looking forward to your reply.

Wish you:

happy everyday!

Fang Jian was dumbfounded.

There is too much information, she needs to take it easy.

Read it again from the beginning to the end. There are five sheets of letter paper, and every word is honestly in the matt. On the back of the last page, Fang Jian noticed the signature of the writer, which is Fang Jian.

This is Fang Jian's letter to Jiang Xiaolai!When did she write to Jiang Xiaolai! !

Memories messed up, or parallel time and space?Or crossed?

Fang Jian was dumbfounded.

She watched it over and over, got up, and scratched her hair in circles.This letter is not a forgery, the damp letter paper, the mildew spots on the letter, and this familiar yet unfamiliar font...

Fang Jian flew upstairs. When she was a child, her parents, grandparents and grandparents lived in this community. When she was 24 years old, she moved with her parents twice, and once moved to a community near Metasequoia Park. How long ago did she remember? I don't know, I just remember living there until I was in high school, and then moved to the current townhouse after high school.

Moving can destroy people's past the most. Fortunately, there are grandparents. Her grandparents have kept her things well. Fang Jian ran to the small house built on the roof, hoping to gain something.

"What's the matter?" Grandma was picking vegetables on the roof, and followed Fang Jian into the small house. The spider plants in the house grew a little more. Grandma said "Ouch", because she suddenly remembered something she had forgotten for a long time. He casually picked up the scissors from the window frame, "Trim the leaves, and I can put another pot in it."

Behind the earth-colored bamboo baskets stood a few red cabinets with missing windows and doors. Fang Jian bent down and moved the baskets to the side. When the door fell, she quickly reached out to hold it, unloaded it and stood it on the side, bending over to take a closer look. , fingers moving slowly on a row of book spines.

Grade [-] Chinese, Mathematics, Art, Music...

"What are you looking for?" Grandma asked while cutting the leaves of Chlorophytum.

Fang Jian said, "Look for the letter."

Grandma: "What letter are you looking for?"

Fang Jian said, "A letter from my childhood."

Grandma: "What did you believe when you were young?"

Fang Jian: "Xiao Lai wrote me a letter." She turned her head and said, "Grandma, did you see Xiao Lai when you were young? Has she ever been to our house?"

Grandma told her to ask in a daze, "When I was a child?"

"No..." Fang Jian held his forehead, "When I was a child."

Grandma went out with a handful of flower seedlings, put them on the ground, found a plastic flower pot in the corner, shoveled some soil from the vegetable field, half-buried the spider plant seedlings in this way, poured some water, and put them back in the small house .

Fang Jian stepped on her heels and asked, "When I was a child, Jiang Xiaolai, do grandma still remember?"

Grandma thought she was in the way, so she gently pushed her away, "Jiang Xiaolai? You call her, she left early in the morning, she has classes in the afternoon."

"It's Jiang Xiaolai from childhood!" Fang Jian said, "Grandma, think about it carefully, did she ever come to our house when she was a child?"

"When I was young..." Grandma thought thoughtfully, "Hmm...it seems, um, if you let me think about it, I can't remember it like this. How old is your grandma!"

Maybe Xiao Lai never came to grandma's house, maybe they got along very briefly, but the friendship was deep, and it's normal for grandma not to remember.

After thinking about it, grandma went downstairs. Fang Jian let her think slowly and continued to rummage through the cabinets.

There are quite a lot of old objects, from kindergarten literacy books and story books to all textbooks and homework books for the sixth grade of elementary school, as well as papers and exercise books.Books from my father and sister when they were in school, some file books and medical records from my grandmother when she was a nurse, as well as nursing books, story clubs, reader’s digest, newspapers...

But searched all over and found nothing.

In this treasure hunt, Fang Jian never thought of asking Xiao Lai for help. Xiao Lai would definitely not tell her, and asked her to find it by herself and think of it by herself.

Fang Jian forgot very important things, forgot her childhood, and Xiao Lai.Thinking in another way, a good friend who exchanged letters when you were young, reunited when you grow up, but forgets you completely, how should you feel?

Xiao Lai must be furious!No wonder she always looks angry like a puffer fish. If she was just lying and deceiving, she wouldn't be angry for so long.

She was angry because Fang Jian forgot their past!

Not only did he forget the past, but he even unilaterally stopped the correspondence, Fang Zheng was all to blame!Why did you move, move around, you can't even move the house, he deserves it!

According to Xiaolai's temperament, tell me clearly?Impossible, people have forgotten you, and you may not be able to remember it even if you say it. If you are embarrassed and sad, you may even have a dispute because of it.

Xiao Lai is so smart, he put the letter in the book, waiting for the planted seeds to germinate quietly.

Fang Jian won't be depressed right away. Grandma never likes to throw things away. She still keeps newspapers and magazines from decades ago. Xiao Lai's letter will definitely be found.

Instead, she was not in a hurry, she went downstairs to wash her hands and eat, and then went to look after the shower. At the dinner table, she didn't forget to remind grandma to think about Xiao Lai.

Grandma annoyed her and asked her to ask grandpa. Fang Jian repeated what she said to grandma upstairs. Grandpa pursed his lips and tilted his head to look at her. Like a child, Fang Jian remembered the dream in Hongye Villa , "Two long braids, still a little dark, the same as her current dress."

Grandpa took a peanut and threw it into his mouth. He turned his head and eyes to the other side, looking like an old child thinking seriously.

After 10 minutes, he put down his chopsticks and went into the bedroom without saying a word. Fang Jian followed immediately, and grandma said, "Do you remember? You old lunatic still remembers, but I don't even remember."

"It's because I don't remember! I remember!" Grandpa said loudly.

Grandpa took out several big old photo albums as thick as bricks from the cabinet, and grandma said: "The old psychopath looks through the photos every day, for fear of forgetting you."

Fang Jian had a sore nose and hot eyes again. The family broke up, and grandpa could only rely on old photos to recall the previous family, so as not to forget his children.She understood what it means to "remember because you don't remember".

Grandpa opened one of the books. It was full of photos of Fang Jian and his sister when they were young. He just flipped back, turned to the last seven or eight pages, and pointed to a photo in the upper left corner, "Here."

Two girls were sitting on the big flower bed at the entrance of the community, with a black rockery behind them, they were wearing the same white skirts, the tall, thin and quiet girl with a single ponytail was Fang Jian, with her hands on the shoulders of the shorter girl, pursing her lips and smiling Very well behaved.

The other one, of course, is Jiang Xiaolai, who was forgotten by the whole family. With Fang Jian as a foil, she is very black, with two twisted braids hanging on her chest, wearing a pair of red plastic sandals, her small arms and legs are chubby, and she smiles so hard that her teeth can't be seen. Eyes, some insects were caught in his hands, and a large piece of oil was on the skirt of his clothes.

One black, one white, a pair of female versions of the Haier brothers.

Time freezes in a square inch, Fang Jian caresses the girl in the photo, it is really Xiao Lai.

The author has something to say:

I had a lot of fun writing this chapter!

The story of my childhood may be written as a side story, I get excited just thinking about it, I love writing about children!

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