Sand sculpture heroes come out of youth

The desk lamp by the long table flickered out of contact.

The hand that was applying glue with precision paused, and then the sound of birdsong came from my ears.

The movement of the hands continued, and the strength of the wrist supported a posture for half an hour.

Handmade is a long-term physical exertion, and naturally there is talent in it.

It wasn't until the end that Jin Cheng let out a breath slowly and straightened his numb neck.The bones were in the right position, the blood flowed smoothly through the squeezed part again, and there was a momentary tingling pain in the back of the neck.

Save the design draft and send a backup to Liu Li.

The work is just completed and just needs to be refined.

Jin Cheng got up and turned off the desk lamp whose lampshade was hot after working for a long time.

The house is not dark, it is past four o'clock in the morning, the summer morning comes very early, and the birds are already singing outside the window.

After washing up, Jin Cheng walked towards the bedroom with his half-tired body in his hands.

When he stepped into the bedroom and saw the person lying on the bed for the first time, Jin Cheng was taken aback.

"?!"

Then I remembered that Nomad came to stay for the night last night...

The nomad on the bed was lying on his stomach, with one hand raised above his head and his feet just formed a diagonal line connecting the bed, firmly occupying the entire bed.The other hand is behind the back, with half of the fingers inserted. It is in the waistband of the trousers, and the posture is very indecent.

I wonder if he wants to cover his hands because his hands are cold?

Or do you want to scratch your ass when your butt is itchy?

Jin Cheng, half drowsy and running away, paced to the bed, pulled Nomad's hand in his trousers, and raised his hand to smack his ass.

"Lie upright." Jin Cheng said as he pushed Nomad with his hands, trying to turn him over, at least free up a third of the bed for him to sleep on.

"Hmm~~~" At four o'clock in the morning when people were sleepiest, Nomad groaned and fell asleep by scratching his butt through his pajama pants.

Jin Cheng took a deep breath, and turned Nomad face up with force.

But Nomad's head was already at the side of the bed when he lay on his stomach, and when he lifted the entire headrest like this, he seemed to be frightened in his sleep with a "ah", turned over and returned to the original position after the hey.

"...!"

Jin Cheng looked at this kid's domineering behavior dumbfoundedly, and almost wanted to kick him.

He was too sleepy and didn't have time to toss with Nomad. He took out the pillow from under Nomad's arm and arranged it, then lay down straight and fell asleep.There is really no place to put the two legs, so they have to rest on the nomadic thighs.

But it's quite comfortable to hang the legs like this, after all, Nomad has meat on his thighs.

Not long after, You Mu's crushed legs were numb and he wanted to turn over but failed to turn over. He pulled out a leg and kicked Jin Cheng's waist and hips with a dazed look on his face.

Jin Cheng fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow. He was half asleep and half awake when he felt that someone kicked him, and he touched his head randomly when he touched it!

Struggling to open his eyes to see who it is, he saw Jin Yu's face flashing in front of his eyes in a daze, followed by yellow muddy water overwhelming the sky, and the breathing under the hood was instantly blocked into the lung duct.

"Master!"

Jin Cheng told Master Qiang to open his eyes, his vision blurred with a splitting headache, making him unable to see the face in front of him clearly.

When the vision was clear, Nomad was half-curled up and lying on his side facing the head of the bed, with his head resting on his stomach, and a pair of feet just resting on the edge of the bed.

Jin Cheng sighed helplessly, his half-raised head fell back on the pillow without any fear, and with his eyes closed, he pulled the blanket over the shepherd dog that was sleeping like a war dog.

Even with his eyes closed, he couldn't fall asleep. His body was very tired, but his mind was free from sleepiness—there was inexplicable excitement and well-known pain mixed in it.

The rising and falling of his belly when he breathed was uncomfortable under a head, but his first thought was not to push away.

I can't even feel it.

He raised his hand to press the violent forehead, and with the other hand, he scratched the messy hair on the top of Nomad's hair.

In his head, it was as if a group of goblins were hacking at his brain.

In his memory, he never slept with anyone, in any sense.

Nomad's sense of presence is very strong in all aspects, even if he has ideas...but he is still very uncomfortable.

Of course, this is only his memory from the age of six to now, as for the memory before the age of six...

It is roughly divided into four to six years old, and before four years old.

As for the memory of the period from four to six years old, it is really pale and nothing to say.

Before the age of four, even at the age of four, even if he just thought about it, he still wanted to escape.

Four-year-olds have very shallow memories.If a person grows up safely, the memory of his childhood in middle age will probably only have bits and pieces of memory left.

What's more, the four-year-old child who has experienced the disaster, the disaster is tantamount to a mental torture for those weak lives.

Any torture will leave scars.

Perhaps disappearing into the flood with their parents should be a relief for orphans who are lost and helpless after the disaster.

That mental torture caused his memory to be tampered with.

Until he became an adult, the most profound part of his memory was being submerged in the endless sea of ​​mud, and the whole person was constantly sinking and floating in the sand, gravel and muddy water-he couldn't breathe, couldn't save himself, and couldn't end it.

Re-experience this ferocious memory every night in your sleep.

It wasn't until Jin Yu's death that his memories of the flood were overshadowed by the sad event of "Master passed away and I became a person again".

Probably one kind of pain forcibly suppressed another kind of pain. As time went by, the hatchback was more painful than the latter.

So he left the home where he lived with Jin Yu for 18 years.

According to my childhood impression, I found a "home" in my memory to live temporarily.It is No. 72 in the park.

Jin Yu seems to be taciturn, but he is actually a very qualified companion, and if he sticks to him emotionally, he can also be said to be a very qualified father.

Although Jin Yu has always called himself "Master".

As for the reason for refusing to call himself father, I only learned a thing or two from the conversation between Jin Yu and Uncle Cao when they had a drink and a little drunk.

——Jin Yu was busy with work when he was young, and kept running around in fashion cities at home and abroad.His wife suffered a sudden illness in the late pregnancy, and unfortunately both passed away. At that time, Jin Yu was holding a show abroad and participating in the International Design Grand Prix. In that year, he abandoned all "distractions" and achieved the pinnacle moment of his life, but it was also that year that he became Completely lonely, his wife, children and parents passed away one after another.

After that, Jin Yu fell into self-blame and couldn't extricate himself, and fame, fortune and money eventually became clouds for him.

Time has passed through more than [-] years in his deep self-blame, and Jin Yucai, who is over [-] years old, can barely get out of the self-blame, and then adopts the flood orphan who suffers from mental illness and autism.

That year, Jin Yu was 51 years old, and he was 6 years old.

Jin Yu seems to know how to accompany a traumatized child who has lost his family and home, using the hands of time to gently and slowly heal all the wounds on his skin and heart.

Until Jin Yu died of illness.

Jin Yu didn't ask him too much, just said "Don't be afraid of the small town" when he was dying, and then left a gentle smile, and let go of the child he had raised for 18 years.

On the night of staying in the ward, the sense of security and happiness built up after 18 years was once again crumbling by the impact of cruel reality.

The warm memories of childhood were tampered with by the overwhelming cruel reality in this way.

Before the age of four, he should have a home, like a nomadic home.

He thought, that home should have all the warmth and safety he wanted...

It's a pity that everything has been transformed into an indelible brutal reality by the sudden disaster.

The warm feeling of being extremely loved and cared for before the age of four has long been rooted in his bones, but the bony reality bared its bright fangs and gnawed away all the warmth and happiness in his body in an instant!

The only sliver of happiness and security left in the wreck quickly retreated into a certain crevice in the heart to hide.

When he woke up again, he was unable to accept due to the subversion and confusion of past and current memories, and he kept crying in the hospital, every day and night.

Annoying all the medical staff who took care of him, the diagnosis later showed that he became the youngest mental patient.

Love is getting farther and farther away from him, the feeling of being cared for and being loved is getting weaker and weaker, and it also makes him more and more confused.

Time is both good medicine and poison. Medicine——

Lonely, he stared anxiously at the doctors and nurses who kept talking to him, recited their diagnostic explanations in his mind, and finally convinced himself that "you are what they said."

In the end - he became a little psychopath.

Live like a little psycho.

He gave up crying, because no one understood, and he became extraordinarily quiet—as quiet as dust.

Later, he developed another disease, autism.

Sensitive nerves let him know that no one around him loves him, and everyone treats him as a task, and they are all doing business.

And he yearns for familiar hugs and companionship, he misses familiar faces crazily...

He was afraid of those tightly bound ropes, slammed doors, cold needle points, lights that would be dark for a long time every night, and those people's cold eyes and helpless expressions when they looked at him...

Until one day when the door opened again, a gentle man asked him softly, "Do you want to live with me? May I accompany you?"

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He stared blankly at the man—there was warmth in his eyes, and a gentle smile on his face that he hadn't seen for a long time.

It was rare for him to be touched and he didn't cry out until the man took his hand and walked out of there.

Walking out of there, the long-lost sunshine cast a golden light on the tall and stalwart man.

From then on, no matter when he recalled that day, he couldn't see the face of the man covered in golden light clearly.

He originally thought that Jin Yu was the sun in his life, but he didn't want Jin Yu to be just the lamp holder in his starless and moonless night sky.

Jin Yu held the "stars" in his hands and stuck them one by one in his dark night sky until they formed a bright galaxy, and then a moon that never set was added, driving away the "stars" who came to harass him every night. Destruction and looting".

Until 17 years later, he finally saw the "sun"!

After Jin Yu passed away, the first time he walked out of the house after more than a month was Xiaonian's day.

Zhou Zhiting took him to the top floor of E.lion, and the two of them sat silently on the edge of the building overlooking the entire city.

In the cold winter wind, the two of them drank while watching a group of boys and girls in the extreme club riding skateboards, wearing extreme inline wheels, and riding BMX, freely shuttling and chasing obstacles in the simulated block on the roof. There are also a small number of people who are playing the difficult U-shaped area and herringbone ridge.

In the center of the roof is a huge U-shaped bowl.

Every time a ginger-yellow figure flew out neatly from the edge of the U-shaped bowl, the children and coaches gathered around the edge of the bowl would burst into applause.

That afternoon, his eyes were caught by the ginger figure and never let go.

The corgi painted in fluorescent colors on the bottom of his skateboard is very cool.

When stepping on the skateboard and jumping into the air, the open ginger-yellow light down bulged arrogantly in the bitter cold wind, like an eagle flapping its giant wings.

His sweaty face was handsome and flamboyant, attracting almost everyone's attention, most of them were of the opposite sex, and his superb showing skills got cheers and whistles from most of the same sex.

The light and heat emitted by his body are like charged particles breaking free from the sun's gravitational shackles and shooting to the outer periphery to cause a solar storm.Explosive power is strong, scorching hot.

The tall and well-built boy seems to be underage, and he looks good when he smiles; from a certain angle, his eyes are innocent, but his movements are very crazy. He wears a baseball cap upside down and has a full personality.

Every time he jumps from the U-shaped bowl to the highest point, it will be accompanied by a difficult movement. He has failed several times. If the boy who cares about face has already left the field, he can always maintain a high spirit and discuss skills and skills with the coach. Other students compete.

Throughout the afternoon, he was like a little sun, sometimes setting and sometimes rising, but always shining brightly.

In the winter afternoon, he almost witnessed how his soul impatiently pierced the skin attached to the outside of the soul, stretched out soul tentacles one after another, and cautiously approached the little sun that was taking off. , absorbing his vitality and vigor, absorbing his light and heat.

He thought they were passing by each other, but he didn't want to meet again in March next year.

After returning from sketching in the wetlands of the forest park, he parked the car beside the park road where the crape myrtle trees were blooming. He originally wanted to stop by the roadside to hide for an afternoon and look at the flowers by the way.

Unexpectedly, he caught a glimpse of the boy sitting on the top of the attic playing the guitar against the setting sun.

The singing is intermittent and the tone is lazy and undisciplined.

In the sunny and warm afternoon of spring and the long street where the flowers are blooming.

It seems that wherever the little sun goes, spring will come quietly with its flower seeds, use its small shovel to dig holes, bury the seeds, hold the cheeks and wait for the flowers to bloom.

see you later...

His tough skin can no longer hold back his thirsty soul. Those tentacles pluck the flowers planted in spring, like shining arrows, no matter how he turns or walks, they are all pointing at the little boy in unison. The direction of the sun.

Especially in the middle of the night, the warmth from the bottom of his heart made him extremely hot.

There is something constantly expanding in the body, suppressing and accumulating day after day, desperately eager to find an exit from the body, and then burst out and sputter!

I didn’t want to write this paragraph at first, but I feel that a person’s life is good or bad. It’s not enough to just talk about the past (not write) the past, and I feel hypocritical after writing it...

(ー`? ー) Tangled.

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