To my dear Mr. Meng

In the sudden silence, there was a sound of the iron door being slammed in the wind, which made us shrink our necks and run away.We walked through the back door of the community and came to the street. It was not a short or a long road. When we stopped, both Mr. Meng and I were out of breath, panting and stepping.The blood that was boiling on my face was squeezed back into my heart, because I was still hungry, and the adrenaline was so frightened that I was so frightened. Now I only feel that my limbs are weak and my whole body is weak.

The most dizzy thing is my head, that feeling is like making a wish and saying "I want the stars in the sky", but the stars really fall from the sky, and I am dizzy on the spot.

I blinked vigorously, and found that Mr. Meng was staring at me, as if I hadn't seen a living person in 800 years. I couldn't help but hold my breath, for fear that the sound of blinking would scare him.He looked at it for a while, and suddenly smiled with white teeth.

I was baffled: "What are you laughing at?"

He laughed enough and raised his eyelids: "Aren't you going to say something?"

I turned my eyes away and stared at an old banyan tree not far behind him: "Yes, you should thank me for saving my life."

"I didn't mean that," he said.

The sun is too bright today, and my eyes are so sore, I couldn't help blinking again: "Then what are you talking about?"

Mr. Meng's smile faded, and he stretched out his hand to twist my arm: "I mean just now I—" There was a sudden pause at this point, his voice suddenly softened, and the loud cicadas took the opportunity to overwhelm the host, "You and I play dumb?"

While he was talking, the two eyelashes drooping unconsciously were trembling briskly, and the faint shadow on the bridge of his nose fluttered its wings.The noon air was rippling, and a rabbit stood under the sultry shade, shaking its long furry ears, and waving its fists viciously, "I want to eat you!"

I licked the corners of my lips, where there was a thin layer of sweat, and the salty acid like kipper spread on the tip of my tongue.Probably because of the hallucinations caused by the heat, the heart was pounding in the mouth, screaming to break through the shackles of the teeth, and the voice was strangled into a layer of cicada wings: "How do I know what you are going to say?"

He glared at me, the corners of his lips sinking into his thin cheeks.My throat was tense in disobedience, like a goose being dragged off the ground by the neck.I touched the back of my neck: "Go find a place to eat, I'm thirsty."

He pulled back the hand that was twisting my arm, and said anxiously: "Didn't you say...you don't like me anymore?"

"Why are you saying this all of a sudden?" My tongue froze, I didn't have time to worry about whether my face was ugly, "Are you kidding me?"

These words seemed to be beyond his expectation, and the smile on his face disappeared suddenly: "I didn't tease you."

"I help you out because you are my friend, not anything else." I was a little annoyed, his palm was like a hot iron ring locked on my arm, "You let go, it's too hot."

He didn't move at all, I simply pushed his hand down, and he suddenly called out "He Yujun", which really shocked me, and when I came back to my senses, I immediately shouted back: "What are you crazy about!"

"I like you."

A row of verdant tree crowns on the opposite side of the street were shaken by the wind, and the large oily and thin leaves struggled to reflect the golden light of the sun. The fragmented light spots dazzled me, and the scalding light resembled screeching boiling water on the stove. , making the skin all over the body glow with hot and humid red.

I put my hands behind my back, they were shaking with high fever: "Don't make such a joke, I don't feel well."

"Who's kidding?" He was really annoyed, "I didn't say that because you helped me just now, do you think I was joking to make you happy?" He turned his head and didn't look at me, "I I've thought about it many times, I don't like you, I shouldn't be so close to you—"

"Do you regret it now?"

"Listen to me first!" He glared sharply, his eyeballs were brighter than glass beads, and I immediately turned off the fire, "But I still want to get close to you. Sometimes I think, it's good that you like me, let's test together University, work in the same place in the future, don't worry about you running away with others."

These words were so embarrassing, my ears softened into sugar syrup: "What nonsense are you talking about, the flesh is not numb."

He smiled at me: "Didn't you say you liked me? Didn't you ever want to kiss me?"

I just wanted to dig three feet of soil and bury myself on the spot.This person simply doesn't know how to write the word shy!

He was still reluctant: "Do you still like me?"

I looked around and said to him: "When did you figure it out again? Last time you said..."

"At that time, you said you liked me. I was actually very happy in my heart, but I was afraid that you didn't know the difference, and I was also afraid that I was confused. If I didn't really like me, wouldn't it be the end of our friends."

I didn't take it seriously: "Then why do you suddenly understand it now?"

"Didn't I tell you that there was a time when you wanted to kiss Tang Yucai and Xu Miao?"

My goosebumps rushed out: "How is that possible!"

"So, that's it."

He, he means——

My mind has become a mess.Mr. Meng didn't say a word, just stared at me and smiled.I grabbed his with sweaty hands: "Are you serious? Say it again."

"say what?"

"'I like you'."

"Well, I like you too."

Well, the gates of the city are wide open, and the flag is waved to surrender.

Guan Ting said that when she and He Xiaochuan were still together, they would quarrel and quarrel twice in three days. Guan Ting was often so angry that he swore countless times, "I will definitely break up with him this time, and treat him as a pig again." I asked "And then," Guan Ting lamented that she herself had become a millionaire pig farmer.I laughed at her for being hypocritical when she talked about love, turning her face is faster than turning a book, she didn't care about my tongue, but said: "You don't understand if I tell you. I saw him holding a basketball and sweating profusely. Looking outside the classroom, and hiding the snacks behind my back, I forgot everything."

In fact, there is a great possibility that Mr. Meng is making fun of me, but when I heard him say that, I felt as if I was cooking noodles in a big fire.

Only then did I believe that Guan Ting was right.He smiled at me and I forgot everything.

The sun at noon scorched the asphalt road half-melted, and Uncle Meng, who had killed halfway, disturbed everyone. At this time, no one was in the mood to eat and drink. Mr. Meng casually pointed to a porridge shop by the roadside, and we Just went in and sat down.

I feel like a robot that has just been put together, and I don’t know where to put my hands and feet, so I have to put my torso limply on the stool, and my eyeballs slickly turn left and right. The words on the greasy plastic-packed menu are densely packed, and you can recognize each one when you take it apart, but when you put it together, you can't understand what weird dishes it is talking about.I was struggling to identify the names of the dishes above when a hand suddenly appeared out of the corner of my eye.

This hand is especially white under the fluorescent lamp, and the foggy blue and purple blood vessels under the skin on the back of the hand can be clearly seen.This hand first picked up a paper towel and wiped the table in front of me, and then stretched it out—I held up the menu without looking up, and that hand wiped the edge of the table in front of me carefully.From time to time, my fingertips stick out from under the menu, as if poking small holes in my heart, blowing bright warm mist out.

The proprietress standing next to her changed her posture impatiently. I really watched for too long.Mr. Meng asked: "Have you read it?"

I regained my senses and began to re-read the menu with concentration, but after reading it for a long time, my eyes were still glued to the bright red words "Lixuan Restaurant" on the top of the menu.The proprietress finally couldn't bear it anymore, and started to boast about her own specialties. I was annoyed that she broke the quietness of the store, and pushed the menu forward: "You order."

Mr. Meng glanced at me with a smile, and quickly ordered a few dishes.The proprietress has moved gracefully into the back kitchen, but the hairs on my back that stood on end just now have not subsided for a long time.

I don’t know what’s going on today, none of us spoke, as if out of rivalry, so the big ceiling fan hanging from the ceiling spun more cheerfully, eager to break free and jump off, planning to fly to the left to cut off our heads, or fly to the left. You Fei cut off the head of the proprietress who was bowing her head to count the money; the sound of the fire in the back kitchen and the turning of the spatula was also pneumatic, and the gas stove lit a galloping posture, so vigorous that no one dared to ignore it.

In the end, I was the first to lose.I glanced at the smiling proprietress who was counting the money, and whispered, "Why are you staring at me?"

Mr. Meng's old spirit is there: "See what's wrong with you?"

I really wanted to beat him up, but I couldn't do it. Fortunately, the dishes were served one after another at this time.

As soon as he picked up the chopsticks, Mr. Meng finally concentrated on looking at the dishes and stopped looking at me. Looking at his face, the lean meat porridge in his hand was almost fed into his nose.

Mr. Meng looked down at the dishes and smiled mercilessly. Only then did I realize that he saw everything in his eyes and gritted his teeth: "Don't laugh!"

He still laughed, but he didn't laugh out loud again. I lowered my head to eat, and the rim of the bowl blocked my sight.

The meal was insipid, and coming out of the restaurant, my tongue and teeth had no impression of the taste of what I had eaten, and my stomach even accused me of deceiving it with the illusion in my brain, because it was still light.

Mr. Meng signaled to go to the non-staple food store across the street: "I'll go and call my grandpa."

I nodded.

He looked at me curiously for a while, and said with a smile: "Why are you a little dazed today? Give me two yuan, I didn't bring any money when I went out."

I touched a piece of five yuan and handed it over.He took the money and pinched my finger by the way: "You wait for me here."

"Oh."

As soon as he took two steps, he turned around and asked, "Do you want to come together? Buy what you want to drink."

I followed again.

Two cement trucks drove over, and Mr. Meng stopped in the middle of the road and grabbed my arm.I was dazed by the sun, and the two short and fat shadows under my feet joined together, as intimate as a conjoined paper man cut out.

I licked my lower lip and asked, "Meng Qiansheng, so, are we together now?"

Mr. Meng looked back at me, as if he was about to laugh, but he thought about it seriously for a while before he said, "Forget it."

He turned back, a piece of nape was shining white in the sun, and the sparse down on it was like a layer of icing sugar, tempting his tongue to lick it off.The rough sound of the cement truck engine drowned out everything, and the smoke and dust billowed. Mr. Meng held his nose and turned his head to the left. The stretchy muscles on the side of his neck tightened, and the back of his neck slightly undulated, protruding the round curve of his neck bone.

I swallowed a mouthful of hot dry air, and the gray-yellow smoke rolled down my throat, which turned out to be a sweet smell close to the fragrance of flowers.

Mr. Meng's grandfather moved to the countryside after retiring. The old man has grown older, and his hard edges and corners have softened a lot. Now he has finally become a grandfather who protects the calf.I heard that Uncle Meng and Aunt Ding seldom visited him. When they came and went, the old man felt resentful and never showed any kindness.

Mr. Meng asked the old man how he was, and then briefly talked about the quarrel with his father. The old man's angry voice leaked from the receiver, to the effect that he should not let Uncle Meng dictate to him, and it is better to go to college. Hearing Mr. Meng Said that he was going to live in the country until school started, the old man agreed repeatedly, laughed loudly, and dragged Mr. Meng for a while, before happily agreeing to hang up the phone.

Mr. Meng didn't dare to go home and send him to his door for a taxi. I gave him 100 yuan, and he only asked for [-] yuan. He was going to buy a ticket at the bus station today, and he could go to the old man's house in the evening.With such an arrangement, I found that there was not much time to linger, so Mr. Meng said he would take me home.

My home is in a different direction from the bus station, so I told him not to waste time, and he said, "I won't see you until school starts."

I was a little ashamed to speak so stickily, so I said stiffly, "Not just half a month."

Mr. Meng said, "All right."

I was taken aback: "Are you leaving?"

"Didn't you let me go?"

This little bastard is really annoying.

"Then you should send me back."

Mr. Meng smiled brightly, and made a helpless expression: "Hey, you."

I raised my fist to hit someone, but he reacted very quickly and ran away in a flash.

It's by no means close to my house from where we eat, but neither of us mentioned taking the bus, and we both ignored the stop signs along the way very tacitly.Fortunately, there are shade trees along the way. Although it is still hot and sweaty, it is still within the tolerable range.

As soon as I entered my community, the tall trees were towering, and the cool wind was blowing through my face, blowing out goosebumps on half of my body.Today is not the weekend, and it is time for a nap. For some reason, the cicadas did not sing, and the silence made people panic. I subconsciously looked at Mr. Meng, and he happened to be looking at me too.

We both laughed together.

He asked me: "What are you laughing at?"

I proudly said, "I'll laugh at whatever you laugh at."

He didn't answer, and his smile deepened.

After moving step by step, he still moved to the downstairs of the unit, and he stopped: "See you at the beginning of school."

Hearing this made people feel uncomfortable, I took two steps on the spot, and kicked a small stone covered with moss: "It's not like I don't have a phone."

He nodded in understanding: "I'll call you when I arrive."

I was afraid that he would not be able to buy a bus ticket, so I urged him to leave quickly.He looked at me for a while and said, "Then I'm leaving."

I stood on the small steps with my hands behind my back, and nodded to him: "Go quickly, pay attention to safety on the road."

He let out a "huh", but his body didn't move, he just looked at me with his eyes.I didn't know why, but I was inexplicably flustered, and urged: "What are you doing? Be careful that you won't catch up with the car, go quickly."

He hesitated to speak, and finally said nothing, sighed softly, turned and left.

I waited for the person to disappear behind the shadow of the tree before I dawdled upstairs.Halfway through, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in my mind, I turned around and ran downstairs again.

The trees cast water-like shadows on the ground, and the air was filled with the moist smell of vegetation. When a gust of wind moved, countless cicadas screamed from far and near, and when the wind blew on my forehead, the cicadas sang wildly above my head dance.

Was Meng Qiansheng waiting for me to kiss him just now?

The person had disappeared a long time ago, but his expression was brought alive before his eyes by the chirping of the cicadas.

I can't even think about it, as long as I think about it for a while, it's as if a manic cicada has penetrated into my body, its thin and powerful wings buzz and vibrate, making my heart itch.