Chapter 1: 10/92 sky light
I was very happy when I was called outside between classes, it was the first time she came to see me in our class.
But there was no smile on her face, as if she was worried.
"What's the matter, Zhang Sha?" I asked her worriedly.
"I'm sorry, Kaikai... I'm going to transfer school," she lowered her eyes and said in a depressed mood, "I'll leave tomorrow."
The playground full of loess was noisy, and the faces of the students jumping rubber bands, kicking keys, and smashing sandbags They were all smiling, and many people were chasing, but my heart seemed to be clutched and I could hardly breathe.
"Why...why!" I said awkwardly: "Didn't we agree to go to the sand nest to dig hamsters on Friday?"
"My family is going to move far away," she raised her head, but her face was not Look at me: "Let's break up!" I saw her hands clenched tightly.
"...!" I couldn't believe what I heard, I couldn't speak, and tears fell from my eyes.
She hurriedly reached out and tried to pull me, but I broke free. I didn't know how I ran back to the classroom, lying on my seat and crying for a whole self-study class.
I came home with red eyes. The house was cold. My parents were still setting up a stall on the street to repair bicycles.
I didn't have the time to do my homework, and I was so uncomfortable huddled on the sofa, I couldn't help crying when I thought about the afternoon.
I never thought she would break up with me.
I didn't know how long I slept in a drowsy state. I heard the sound of knocking on the door. The sound of knocking on the door panel was harsh. I got up and went to open the door.
It was dark outside, it was snowing, and the fluttering snowflakes swirled in the lights in front of the door. She stood outside, wearing a thick coat and a cotton hat.
I just looked at her so mournfully, I wish she had come to tell me she was just joking this afternoon.
"Wang Kai, don't be sad." Her eyes were red, and her voice was crying: "Actually, I really miss you, but I really can't do it... I'll give this to you." She reached out and squeezed mine, Put something warm like a stone in my hand.
"Kick!" The thing shattered into countless pieces with a crisp sound in my hand, and then dissipated into the air like countless dust.
Ignoring my surprise, she wiped away her tears: "try to survive, promise me, you must not die!"
I didn't understand what she was talking about.
She closed her eyes and kissed my hand, then turned and ran into the snow.
I don't know what she gave me, so I just stood in the snow for a long time until my parents came back and went home with me, who was almost frozen with tears.
My parents were laid-off workers who had decent jobs, but now they support our family with a roadside stand that repairs bicycles.
They work from morning to night with almost no rest time. I rarely talk to them. For my father and my mother, in addition to being friendly, I am more afraid.
I didn't tell them that I was in love, because they would only let me study hard and wouldn't let me talk about anything that had nothing to do with my grades.
They always tell me to "study hard", but they don't even have time to attend my parent-teacher conference, last time I took the final exam, I was the third last in my class, and when I came back with my transcript to sign, I was put on a belt I almost fainted in the draw. After the results of the mid-term exam this semester came out, I didn’t tell them at all, I just signed a letter and handed it to the school. My parents didn’t even know about it.
I have no money, I'm ugly, I'm short, and my studies are poor. I don't even know what Zhang Sha liked about me before she became my girlfriend.
Well now, she's gone too, and I've got nothing left.
My mother made sticky noodles for my dad and I to eat. I lost my appetite after eating a little bit. I was doing my homework under the dim lamp, and I closed my eyes to look like Zhang Sha.
She has two braids, the way she shows her teeth when she smiles, the way I ride her bike for a ride, the way she looks when she tells me what interesting books she reads...
I asked her if we would get married, She told me that we would get married, and also said that she would paint a picture of her marrying me in a wedding dress in the future...
I didn't have time to see what the painting looked like, she left and we have no future.
There was a lot of snow outside, with a thick layer. I'm afraid I will never be able to forget this snowy night, and how she turned and walked into the snow with her hair blown by the wind.
My mother noticed my abnormality and asked me if I was not feeling well, and also asked how my school was doing. I just told her that everything was fine, so she didn't need to worry.
Otherwise, what else could it be?
After I finished my homework, I habitually opened the diary. The thick diary had been written for most of the time, and her shadow was all densely packed.
She gave me a diary and asked me to write a diary. I said that I would give it to her when I finished writing the whole book. This used to be the biggest motivation for me to write a diary when I was lazy and didn’t want to write.
I held the pen and wrote on it: "Today, Zhang Sha broke up with me, she will go far away, I miss her very much..." After
closing the diary, I got into the duvet on the wooden bed and shrunk myself into a group.
No more getting up early and running to her alley to wait for her to go to school together, no more flipping through those storybooks to find jokes and memorizing them to her, no longer sticking her timetable in the stationery box, When she was in gym class, she craned her neck and looked out the window, hoping to find her shadow.
I am free.
...
I can't forget the gift that Zhang Sha gave me when I broke up with me - it was a weird stone that shattered and dissipated when I touched it.
I still think about it occasionally, I don't know what it is, but I always subconsciously feel that it has made a difference in me.
I started to like the smell of the earth for no reason at all. The choking dust now makes me feel very intimate. I even like the touch of my hand on the ground soil, which is very bothering me these days.
Life goes on, I get out of school, eat and sleep as before.
Soon it will be the end of the month.
It's only been ten days, and the inertia I developed over the past year always makes me do some behaviors that don't seem to make sense now. I still feel suddenly lost, but I have to adapt.
This night was the last day of the month. As usual, I finished my homework very late, and it was almost twelve o'clock. I was ready to undress and go to bed.
There was no moonlight, and it was pitch black outside the small window. I lay down on the bed with the diary in my arms, stroking the cover that was beginning to wear out.
I was really in a daze for a few seconds, but when I woke up from the daze, I found that I couldn't hear any sound, the surrounding was gray and colorless, and a thick stone door suddenly appeared in me. home, but I didn't even realize when it appeared.
I was startled and shouted for Mom and Dad, but my mouth couldn't make any sound, everything around me seemed to freeze with time, it was gray, I jumped out of bed in a panic, put on my shoes, moved my shoes It takes more force than usual.
I wanted to go to my dad and my mom, but I found that the air seemed to thicken when I was away from that creepy stone door, it was like swimming in glue, and it seemed like a lot of effort to reach for the doorknob the power of.
I stepped back in a panic, not sure if if I insisted on staying away from that door, I myself would freeze in this grayish color like other things, unable to move any more.
I don't know if I'm dreaming, but this stone door really scared me, I know it's waiting for me to walk in, but I don't dare to do it.
I had no choice, the sticky feeling in the air made me uncomfortable, I hid anxiously beside the stone door, I was close enough to see the silent forest in the dark night shown by the film on the stone door.
Am I dreaming?
I was flustered and finally boldly walked into the stone gate. The moment I stepped over the stone gate, my skin felt a completely different temperature, and the stone gate behind me closed quietly and disappeared into the air.
Time resumed its flow, and the river was flowing behind me. In the evening, I went to a small forest full of fallen leaves by the river.
The night was very dark, and I couldn't see anything. I didn't dare to walk around in the dark woods. I fought back my fear and shrank under a tree. I gathered the frost-covered dead leaves and buried myself halfway to resist the cold wind at night.
I closed my eyes and curled up. Any sound at night made my heart skip a beat. I didn't have any thoughts, I just shivered in the leaves and didn't dare to make a sound. Fortunately, the smell of the soil calmed me down and calmed me down.
It was an extraordinarily long night, and when the sun rose in the morning, I was almost frozen, and it took me a lot of effort to get up tremblingly.
I couldn't tell what kind of trees were all around me. The hoarfrost-covered orange-red leaves were piled up in a thick layer in the woods, making a creaking sound under my feet. Not far from the woodland, there were faint stone huts with thatched roofs. Visible, like a village.
If this was a dream, it was a bizarre dream.
Because I saw a bird in another tree, it chirped a few times, flapped its four wings and flew away.
I rubbed my eyes, not sure if I was seeing a hallucination.
Trying to calm myself, I approached the village cautiously along the winding path I saw.
The village in front of you is surrounded by green trees and mountains in the distance. Both the low stone walls on the periphery and the houses seen across the stone walls are primitive and backward. It is hard to imagine that there are still people living in houses with thatched roofs.
And those houses are really low. In my estimation, most houses with sloping roofs are less than two meters at the highest point, and many houses have walls that are not even one meter high. I can climb to the roof with two steps.
The dog in the village was the first to spot me. It trotted a few steps and stood at the entrance of the village with its head tilted to look at me. I was too frightened by the dirty long-haired dog to move.
Soon, the villagers in the village also found me. Their hair was unkempt and their appearance was very strange. If it wasn't for their extremely simple clothes, I even doubted whether they were human.
Their clothes are almost pieces of fabric stitched with hemp ropes. After seeing me, they pointed at me and said words that I couldn't understand. I tried to communicate with them by shouting and using my crappy English, but they all speak chickens and ducks.
They were not the Chinese I knew, and they were all different from the foreigners on TV. I couldn't figure out where I was.
People in the village looked at me more out of curiosity. They seemed to have never seen a person dressed like me. They didn’t do anything out of the ordinary when they spoke to me if I didn’t understand. I instinctively tried to keep a distance from them. Even if they are plotting badly, I can run away.
I overestimated myself. I didn’t have the courage to leave this small village and wander in the wild outside. I just wandered around the village aimlessly for a whole day, without finding anything to eat, until it was getting darker and darker. The strange cries of wild beasts came from deep in the woods on the other side of the river, and I was so frightened that I ran into the village in a panic.
The weather was very cold, and I was hungry, so I didn't dare to leave the village, so I had the courage to ask for help from the villagers who, in my eyes, were not much different from the savages.
My appearance was very different from theirs, so those people were staring at me warily, and some even tried to attack me with farm implements, making me tremble with fear.
I was lucky enough to have a man with two children who kindly took me in. Seeing that I was cold and hungry and shivering in the cold wind, he lent me a tattered but thick old blanket to wrap me in the cold and give me something to eat. , and allowed me to live in a half-abandoned barn next to his house.
It was a bowl of potato-like food, sour, rough and hard to swallow, but it was hot. I ate it with a frown and closed my eyes like drinking medicine, and returned the dirty wooden bowl to the one who served it to me. food for little kids.
As for this semi-abandoned barn - it's very small, about a meter high and less than two meters in diameter, with only three walls blocked by stone and wood chips, and the crooked wooden fence gate can be pulled with a little force. Down, the wooden sticks and thatched roofs are mostly decayed, and it can be said that the air is leaking everywhere.
Air leaks are air leaks, but it's better than being outside. At night, I shrank in the barn and shivered to sleep wrapped in that old blanket. There were rocks and dirt around me, which made me feel a little relieved.
I was looking forward to that door, that it would take me out of this horrible place and take me home, but when I woke up in the morning by the cold wind I had to accept that I was not in a dream and I couldn't go home .
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