etc.

The world has never deceived others, but others have never seen the world clearly.

Wang Hai has such a feeling at the moment, he has been indulging in the illusory realm created by himself, once someone outside wakes him up, there will only be some fragmented dreams after waking up, and the deep sadness that is hard to let go, just like drinking tea , It smells fragrant, but it tastes bitter.

Since returning home, Wang Hai opened the skylight and told his mother to quit his job. He thought Wang Hai would be scolded by his mother for being stupid, but she just said flatly: "If you quit, you will quit."

The tone was as simple and easy as saying that if you lose in chess, you will lose. As usual, Wang Haima tied up her apron and went to the kitchen to prepare lunch.

Wang Hai was really surprised by his mother's reaction, maybe he paid too much attention to losing his job.Wang Hai decided to take a short break before finding a new job, and to forget Liao Baihe during the rest period, at least to learn not to think of him.

Wang Hai's original intention was this way, but the outside world never cared.During lunch, Wang Hai's mother, who was watching the TV show, said without warning: "Anyway, you are free during this time, and the fruit trees in the countryside are full of fruit. Your grandma always said that this year's fruit is big enough."

"And you, don't even think about staying at home all day, and go back to the country to pick some fruits. The fruits in the country are safe and healthy."

Wang Hai glanced at the old man on the opposite side and muttered, "Didn't you go there in previous years!"

"Can you go?" Mom's commanding words directly negated Wang Hai's muttering.

It is conceivable that the order of the lord mother is hard to disobey, and it is obvious that she is the one who calls every year to go back to the countryside to pick fruits, so it is better to let herself go.

Sitting on the bus, Wang Hai complained in his heart.

Sitting alone on the bus, the scenery in autumn is different from that in summer. Others say that autumn is a bleak season, but Wang Hai thinks summer is more bleak than autumn.

The carousel-like scenery flew over the car window, the blue sky, leaving a white exhaust of the plane in the sky, which is slowly spreading and disappearing. I remember that there were swallows flying in the sky not long ago, but now there is no one.

Wang Hai often went back to the countryside when he was in high school. He went back to the countryside with Liao Baihe in his first year of high school.It was the first summer vacation when he met him for the first time, the weather was so good that he could cook people, and Liao Baihe, who was motion sick, actually wanted to go back with him.

Thinking of the past, Wang Hai's deep black glasses drooped even lower.

"Why are you thinking about this!"

Wang Hai hated his uselessness.

Ten years later, the speed of the bus is much faster than that of ten years ago. It takes only a few hours to reach the gate of the village. Now there is a bus stop at the gate of the village.

The road into the village from the gate of the village is no longer a dusty dirt road, but a clean and tidy cement road.The wild flowers and weeds on both sides disappeared, and even the rancid smell from the dead rats that were hit by cars on the dirt road before under the scorching sun did not happen on this new road.

However, I always feel that this road is too clean and monotonous. The whole road is the same color and shape.

The only thing that has not changed in the scenery of this road is the big banyan tree, which is rumored to be haunted. It is still standing in place, surrounded by a circle of cement, its color is filtered by the autumn colors, and it has no memory. The blunt oily green in the middle is more of a softened dark green.

"Hey, why did Xiao Hai arrive so late, he must have slept until he didn't know when to wake up!"

As soon as grandma saw Wang Hai coming, she complained that grandma was also getting old, and her walk was a little sluggish, and her silver hair proved the fact that time flowed on her body.

Grandpa passed away three years ago, and there is only grandma left in this house. My mother once said that she would take grandma out to live, but grandma always refused to say that she is not used to living in your place. It is better to live here. Old neighbors for many years.

"Grandma, go to the old house this afternoon."

"Oh, you are going to pick the fruit." Grandma only needs to hear that her grandson is going to the old house to understand what he is going to do.

"Let's go after eating!"

The man went to the kitchen, but grandma's feeble voice came from the air.

Since it was his grandma's persuasion to stay, Wang Hai must have accepted it. At the beginning, he planned to pick the fruit and drive back. s home.

"This year's fruit grows bigger." Wang Hai, who was under the fruit tree, said to stir the fruit on the tree with a bamboo.

Looking at the fruit trees that seemed to stay at the same height forever, Wang Hai thought for a moment that he had returned to the past.When he was young, he was ignorant but bold. He often climbed up the fruit tree and looked down at everything under the tree, as if he would become taller in this way.Looking at it carefully now, that height is worse than the lights on the highway.He is almost 30 years old, and he can't even climb fruit trees. The fragile branches can no longer bear the weight of him who is no longer young.

When going out, the old lady planned to come with Wang Hai, but was stopped by the old lady's friend halfway.

Sunshine gradually sprinkled broken pieces of light from the orange-yellow green leaves, intersecting with the shadows, forming a mottled light-shadow picture on the concrete road. The large orange-yellow space outside the picture pulled down Wang Hai long shadows.

Few people come to the old house, or just passers-by, and the footsteps of passers-by disappear after a few steps.

Quietness has always been an invisible wall surrounding the old house. People standing in front of the old house and looking at the remnants of the old house can feel quite lonely, as if only you and the old house exist together.

I have already picked a lot of fruits, some of them are to be brought back to my mother, and the rest are given to relatives. When I am tired of picking fruits, I sit in a shaded place under the tree and pick up the big ones. , Wipe Wang Haisai on his body casually and bite.

The cool autumn wind brought out the crisp rustling sound of the leaves above the head, the light and shadow on the ground danced under the command of the wind, the green leaves free from the restraint of the branches crawled happily on the ground, and Wang Hai's hot skin was gently caressed by the cool wind.

He looked at everything in front of him blankly, and he thought of Liao Baihe's matter.It is especially easy for a person to think of many things in a quieter place and a place with less restraint.

The flowing hourglass is turned upside down, and with the regurgitation of the hourglass' yarn, it reminds him of an incident between him and Liao Baihe.

As Wang Hai and Liao Baihe got along, the distance gradually shortened, and the relationship between the two became better and better. This was a good thing, but the two knew that the shortened distance was looming dangerous.The opposite party first let go, making the other party not attached.They were 17 years old then.

"Reunion ten years later."

Wang Hai looked up at the bushes, the branches and leaves intertwined, decorated with fruits, he muttered to himself.

In the same process as ten years ago, one party will let go, not to mention he still has a child and a wife.After all, he is irreplaceable. To Liao Baihe, he is just a classmate whom he has not seen for many years.

"Or a pawn!"

Wang Hai said what was on his mind.

Only I have always liked him, got used to his existence, but was told the end of reality in a blink of an eye.

The words about the aunt in the elevator resurfaced in Wang Hai's mind. "It's not okay for two big men to live together, they have to have a wife."

Nearing the age of 30, Wang Hai is still alone, and he realizes that it's not that he doesn't want to find a partner, but that he is just waiting for him.

Now I wake up from the dream, the mirror is shattered, and everything will be what it is.

The cool wind blew Wang Hai's bangs, and the dim eyes behind the black glasses were illuminated by the sun.

The sound of Wang Hai's humming sounded in the air. He didn't know what tune he was humming, so he just let himself hum.

The picked fruits were evenly divided by grandma, and some of them were given to Wang Hai to take home. Before leaving, the grandma who was sitting in front of the house to enjoy the shade said casually: "If Xiao Hai is not happy staying there, It’s the same when you come back here, you can open a small supermarket by yourself here, even if you can’t get rich, you can still support yourself.”

Wang Hai, who was carrying a bag of fruit, turned to look at the grandma sitting in the bamboo chair, her face was calm and peaceful.

"I know. Grandma, I'm leaving."

After leaving a sentence, Wang Hai turned around and left. Grandma sat on the bamboo chair and watched Wang Hai's back with cloudy eyes.

Autumn nights always come quickly.