To my dear Mr. Meng

There is also a small river behind the aunt's house.

It is said to be a river, but it is actually just a stinky ditch, but it is far away, there is no smell, and the garbage floating in the water is so vague that it can be ignored, which gives people a beautiful fantasy.

The first time I came to my aunt's house was with my dad.

The summer vacation of the third year of junior high school is coming to an end, and my dad took me out for a meal in a rare leisure time, and walked all the way to the high school I was going to attend.He inspected the place where I was about to enroll through the hollowed-out wall, and he suddenly broke the usual silence.

"Go and see your aunt, her house is near here."

I didn't expect him to say this.

Ever since she met twice at the funeral of her grandfather and grandmother, she seemed to have evaporated from the world.I inquired about this mysterious relative with my mother on the sidelines, and was reprimanded by her harshly, so the word "aunt" was placed on my blacklist of forbidden words.

I have always firmly believed that my aunt who has no name should be a taboo in this family, an acne that cannot be seen under the bright lights.After all, when grandparents were alive, they never heard them mention this daughter, not a single word.

My dad is really an uninhibited man who behaves like the wind, and he didn't explain half a word to me on the road.Seeing a dilapidated neighborhood getting closer, I finally couldn't help it, and said with great consideration: "Auntie, is she..."

I don't know how to express it properly. After all, whether it is "crazy", "mentally problematic" or "mentally ill", it sounds like a sarcasm.

"Yes."

He readily agreed.

Even though I didn't finish the sentence, I'm sure he knew what I was asking.But he deliberately didn't look at me, and just walked forward. He trampled mercilessly on the thick shade formed by plane trees along the street, and the whole street whispered brightly like sea waves in the wind.

There are many trees in the community, and it is surprisingly quiet, even the cicadas are far away in the sky.As soon as I walked into the shadow without sunlight, the unique musty smell of the old house rushed towards me impatiently.My dad was familiar with the road, and when I turned around a certain corner, I saw my aunt sitting on a bamboo chair and knitting wool.

I haven't seen her for several years, and I still recognize her at a glance.

She looked up and saw us.I quickly dodged that gaze.She seemed a little surprised and wanted to stand up, but the wool was stretched on her legs, so she could only arch her back like a shrimp.

"You are here."

My father was empty-handed, and he grasped two fistfuls of air with his fingers helplessly, and nodded.

My aunt slowly gathered up the wool, wrapped it up, and carefully put it in the bag at her feet.During this period, my father remained silent, and when my aunt spoke again, the wild horse-like cloud in the east had already drifted to the west, was blocked by the roof, and was broken into pieces.

My aunt said, "Go up and sit down."

My dad said: "No, we have to go." He was silent for a while, "He Yujun starts high school here, I will accompany him to visit."

"Oh." My aunt wiped her hands on the hem of the clothes to remove the wool sticking to her hands, and nodded to me.

"Go."

My dad turned around and walked out.

I hurriedly said "goodbye, aunt" and chased after her.

The second time was shortly after the start of high school, and there was a heavy rain after school. I ran into my aunt at the intersection, so I went home with her.

I have an inexplicable innate closeness to this relative whom I have only met a few times.She also seems to like me very much, and often waits for me on the narrow street in front of the school, and asks me to go to her house for dinner.But my aunt's cooking skills are really not good, and I can't refuse in person, so I can only muddle along, until she asked me bluntly once: "Is my cooking not delicious?"

I said yes.

She just laughed and said that I didn't think it tasted good either.

So it turned out that I went to her house to cook in the kitchen. Thanks to her not being picky about food, my three-legged cat kung fu came into play.Over time, a few dishes have become decent.

My aunt’s house is very big. In addition to the living room, bedroom and kitchen, there are two other rooms. One is a study room. A layer of ash as thick as winter fog.

I just lie on the glass of this room and look at the river.The river twists and turns through the old and uneven houses, reflecting sticky light in the sun, like a jeweled necklace on loose skin.

"What are you looking at?" Auntie asked.

"The river."

I tapped the glass window with my finger, poking a bright round hole out of the gray glass.

"That river is about to be filled."

"why?"

"It's too dirty, with a lot of bacteria, and it's full of flies and mosquitoes in summer. Children are prone to infectious diseases, so everyone has to comment."

It sounds like a mass murder.

She added, "I'll give you an apple."

A small, ridiculously crooked apple was handed over. The skin was wrinkled and old, with drops of water hanging on it, and it had just been washed.But I immediately found a small bare hole, no bigger than the nail cap of my little finger.

"This one was bitten by a bug."

"It's not bad, it's edible." The aunt walked out while talking.

She still wears the clothes of those colors, black, dark blue, brown and black, and army green, outdated styles from decades ago.Her short hair was neatly tied behind her ears, with strands of silvery white strands.

Sometimes I think it wouldn't be surprising if she died young.Where is there anyone who ages so quickly?It's like turning one year into ten years.

"Why isn't your friend here?"

When I came from the room to the living room, she was sewing a quilt with a needle and thread, and asked without raising her head.

Mr. Meng has come to my aunt's house twice, she knows we have a good time

I didn't lift the quilt cover from the chair and sat directly on it.The white cloth lining the two ends of the quilt has just been washed, and it is stiff. The pink satin in the middle is embroidered with red needles and green thread, "Happy Eyebrows".

"We had a quarrel." I poked the magpie's horribly big round eyes with my fingers and said.

The aunt squeezed the cotton thread wet with her mouth, squinted her eyes to thread the needle, and said with a solemn expression, "Hmm...why?"

Where to start?

Oh yes - I figured I might be gay and have weird feelings for my best friend.

It's hard for me to say whether I like Meng Qiansheng, because I haven't had this kind of liking for anyone before.

If he knew, would he think I was a monster?

Maybe... no?

The word "maybe" is very cunning, it is easy for people to ignite the faint hope in their hearts into a prairie fire, lure them with the illusion of bright and mighty, and teach people to violent Feng He, completely forgetting that there is still the possibility of being smashed to pieces.

I also seriously imagined that maybe after I confessed my heart to Mr. Meng, I would be overjoyed to find that I was not wishful thinking.At that time, the whole world regarded us as scourges, and the two of us could only depend on each other and wander the world.

Looks like a male version of "Thelma and Louise".

Thinking of this, I suddenly became confused.I am so anxious all the time, is it because I am a homosexual that I am panicking, or in my subconscious that I am not aware of, I indulge my desires with peace of mind, just because Meng Qiansheng is worried about gains and losses?

After the physical education class, we went to the toilet to wash our hands together. He kept talking to me. I only listened to his voice, and didn’t listen to the content. He repeated it two or three times, and finally couldn’t stand it anymore. I scratched my face gently.

"You pretend again?"

Mr. Meng's voice already resembled his father's, gloomy.My hands were very hot after playing the game, and the early winter water was icy, touching my face. Immediately, the ice and charcoal poured down. The ice got colder, and the hot got hotter.

I waved his hand away reflexively, without controlling the strength, I slammed it on the back of his hand with a "snap", very crisp.His first reaction was not to complain of pain, but to look at my profile: "Does it hurt you?"

I agreed twice indiscriminately, and I was about to leave, but found that the back of his hand was bright red, and he couldn't move his legs in disappointment: "Show me the hand."

He stretched out his hand, took a look, and then seemed to notice: "It's red."

I could only resign myself to dragging his hand to flush the cold water.

"I've been making you unhappy lately?"

His breath was cool on the back of my neck, and he said, "Your birthday will be at the end of the month, have you thought about how to spend it?"

"It's only starting this month, it's still early. Shall I go to the bookstore after school?"

I held on to his hand confidently, and the shady thoughts in my heart were overwhelmed by this brief moment of righteousness.

"Xiao Fang said that there is a new bookstore opened at her house, which is much bigger than the one outside the school. Let me go with her after school. Will you come too?"

Xiao Fang lived not far from the school, and the way I and Mr. Meng went home was in the opposite direction.

I turned off the tap: "Why did she tell you to go?"

"She asked me two days ago that I borrowed the periodicals, so she said to go shopping together."

As soon as the words fell, there was a burst of laughter from far to near, and several girls walked over arm in arm, and the one in the middle with crooked eyebrows and eyes was smiling, and who was it if it wasn't the monitor Xiao Fang?

Those girls saw the two of us clearly, and smiled even more happily. They looked at each other and made signs with winking eyes. The secret happy atmosphere only flowed between them, and it didn't leak out at all.

The girls on the left and right squeezed a little tacitly, and Xiao Fang couldn't help but rushed forward, almost jumping on Mr. Meng.The girls chuckled softly, Xiao Fang turned to stare at them, stroked her hair, and smiled at Mr. Meng.

"Just finished playing?"

Mr. Meng nodded.

"We saw it on the side of the playground just now. We didn't know that you played so well before. Did you score four or five?"

Mr. Meng smiled: "I didn't count either, I don't remember."

Xiao Fang burst out laughing, chatted up with the girls and turned into the women's bathroom.

I said coldly, "I really care about you?"

"I helped her on duty a few times before." Mr. Meng followed me to the classroom. "I used to think that she was not easy to talk, but she is actually quite nice in private."

good what good?There is nothing to be courteous about!

I was a little angry for no reason, so I changed the topic: "Her house is not on our way, so going there will waste time."

Mr. Meng is considerate: "That's right. Why don't you go home first today?"

I am also mad.

After school, I dilly-dally packed my schoolbag and glanced at Mr. Meng.

The teacher changed seats a while ago, and now he is at the same table as Xiao Fang.The two of them had already packed up and went out with their schoolbags on their backs. Xiao Fang had the text of the composition spread out in his hands, and he pointed it out to Mr. Meng, and they laughed together.

Seeing that people were about to walk out of the classroom, I called out "Meng Qiansheng", and Mr. Meng and Xiao Fang all turned their heads to look over.

Mr. Meng smiled and said, "Be careful on the road, see you tomorrow."

Xiao Fang also said: "Then let's go first, see you tomorrow!"

I answered dryly and fell behind the two of them.They walked quickly, and in an instant they became two little things the size of fingernails, two little things clinging to each other.

Does Xiao Fang like Meng Qiansheng?

The moment this idea popped up, the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys lost their attachments instantly, and they all fell down sharply, but the blood all over the body poured upwards, destroying the seemingly rock-solid rationality in the brain. , all of a sudden, there was only an empty skin in the whole person, with only one thought embedded in it.

——Meng Qiansheng, whom I have known since birth, is about to be snatched away by someone else!

In Chinese class, Xiao Fang looked at Mr. Meng fourteen times, laughed three times, and discussed at the same table for 5 minutes without stopping; in math class, Xiao Fang peeked at Mr. Meng ten times, and secretly answered the answer twice. three times.

I casually turned to the title page of the math book and wrote "Buy a triangle for Meng Qiansheng".The handwriting was called a silver hook painted on iron, and the paper was scratched through.

Mr. Meng didn't go home with me after school today.

He and a few other people in the class stayed to clean up, and the class teacher asked everyone to leave school, so I had to go first with my bag on my back, and bought a new set of squares when I passed the stationery store.

The next day, I found a light green triangular board on Mr. Meng's desk.

At that time, Mr. Meng went to fetch water, Xiao Fang explained with a smile: "I always forget to bring it, so I bought a lot at home, so I gave Meng Qiansheng one by the way."

It's true that the moon is the first to be near the water, and the sunny flowers and trees are easy to be spring.

Guan Ting, who was sitting behind Mr. Meng, suddenly said, "Ah, that's right! Meng Qiansheng's birthday happens to be Friday, and we are going to eat together in a restaurant. He Yujun, come too!"

I was taken aback.

She said "we" and "you".

Just when Mr. Meng came back, I asked him immediately, and he smiled helplessly: "Guan Ting asked me about my birthday."

Guan Ting said excitedly: "Meng Qiansheng's birthday is actually Christmas! We can still celebrate Christmas together, so romantic!"

Romantic shit.

Mr. Meng asked, "Are you coming too?"

I pulled him aside: "Didn't you say to go to the video store in the city center?"

Mr. Meng asked strangely: "Didn't we make a decision at that time?"

Xiao Fang leaned out from behind Mr. Meng, tilted her head and looked at us curiously.

"Then you want to go with them?"

"It's 'we'. I celebrate my birthday, why don't you come?" Mr. Meng said with a smile, and discussed in a friendly voice, "So, your birthday just happens to be Sunday, so we can go to the city center then, okay?"

Of course not.

Only then did I realize that I could be so tough and unreasonable.

"But Uncle Meng and the others..."

Uncle Meng and Aunt Ding don't remember his birthday every year, but they still remember his birthday for two years.I brought them out like salt in the wound, with sinister intentions, but I couldn't think of a better reason.

Mr. Meng suppressed his smile slightly, and said, "My dad has something to do at work, so he won't be back on Friday."

I subconsciously said, "I'll buy you a cake."

Mr. Meng couldn't help laughing again: "Which year wasn't it your cake?"

"Let's get together, it's fun when there are many people! You're a boy, and your parents still care about you? You're going to lie, we'll testify for you." Guan Ting came over to persuade me, "Isn't it, Xiaofang?"

Xiao Fang also smiled: "Yes, birthdays are interesting only when there are many people."

Being stared at by several pairs of eyes, I could only make a few vague and perfunctory sentences.What else did Guan Ting want to say? Fortunately, the class bell rang in good time, instantly overshadowing all restlessness.