triumphant sister

When Gu Chengen was seven years old and Gu Chengze was six years old, they left this girl and died of illness.It was really difficult for the father to take care of two children by himself, so Gu Chengen was sent to Yinhe, a closed private middle school, by his father since the first grade of elementary school.

Cold-eyed, the siblings of the Gu family have watched too much, so they don't have any sense of background.

When it comes to matters of marriage and marriage, human affection is even more serious. Although Gu Chengze is a male, he has always avoided it so as not to be annoying. This time, he came to the Liu family to mourn and help because he had one thing in mind. I really don't care about the ladder.

After the encoffining was completed, the ever-burning lanterns were lit, and most of the relatives left after dinner, but Gu Chengze had no intention of leaving, and even began to busy with the remaining delicate work at the hands of the female relatives. Everyone was surprised by Gu Chengze's appearance, the strangest thing was It was Liu Xingnan, because they agreed tacitly that no one mentioned Gu Chengen.

But sooner or later, the name always comes to the lips.

"Let's take a break, Cheng Ze." Liu Xingnan handed him a cup of hot tea.

Gu Chengze smiled honestly, but the disadvantage was that he smiled like his sister Gu Chengen, with the tails of his eyes so long and upturned that they almost connected with the tails of drooping eyebrows, the straight bridge of the nose, the high tip of the nose, and a foxy look. Like the not-so-flattering elves with clever looks.

"Is everything okay at home?" Liu Xingnan asked.

"My dad passed away last year."

Liu Xingnan was speechless for a while, and patted Gu Chengze lightly twice, fortunately, the other party changed the topic in time.

"Sister Xingnan, you got married last year, right?"

"Well, Zhou Xu...we are college classmates."

"Sure enough, you are very nice. When you got married, did you really ride a big horse and a sedan chair?"

Liu Xingnan sneered and said, "Zhou Xu's idea is to ask for a traditional Chinese eight-carrying sedan chair, so what can I say when I'm being carried?"

"My sister said that she was very worried at the time. There were so many people at the wedding and there were firecrackers and drums. What would happen if Ma Ke was startled? Later, I saw that Ma was indeed calmer than others after seeing a big scene. It must be Do this job often."

When Liu Xingnan heard his words, his smile seemed to freeze on his face.

Gu Chengze went on to say: "She asked me to hold a Chinese-style wedding in the future, which is much more lively than a Western-style wedding."

Seeing Liu Xingnan's gaffe, Gu Chengze was not surprised.

"Chengen...has he gone too?"

"Well, after my father's funeral last year, I heard from my classmates that you were going to get married, so I went there."

"But I didn't see her. I haven't seen her since I left the galaxy."

"Actually, no one has been able to contact her for nearly a year."

Gu Chengze put the untouched tea on the table, and took out a blue-covered book from the pocket of his cotton jacket and placed it gently beside the cup.

"It was sent by a person named benua from abroad. It is definitely my sister's thing. She... found it from the seaside."

Gu Chengze got up and said before leaving: "I hesitated for a while, whether I should give it to you, but then I suddenly figured it out, this book was found from the beach, not from the sea, if it ends up in someone's hands Here, that person can only be you."

After Gu Chengze left, Liu Xingnan was left alone in the mourning hall. Under the ever-burning lamp, the notebook was on the table. It was old and light blue. She recognized this style of notebook. It was a fixed prize for good students from Yinhe School. Gu Chengen usually copied notes, or This kind of notebook is used for making drafts and sorting out when going to the broadcast. When Gu Chengen is busy broadcasting and ignoring her, Liu Xingnan always randomly stamps some stamps and seals of broadcasting stations on the notebook for fun. Like verification, Liu Xingnan will I opened this book, which was already frayed, and I saw the crooked, blurred seal on the first page: The Sound of the Milky Way Radio Station.

First letter:

I met you at Churan, the first grade of junior high school, the first day of school.

It was Sunday afternoon, around [-] or [-] o'clock, and it was still raining. Either Zhang Liangliang or Chen Zhuangzhuang was beside me. The smell of writing with a pencil and wooden pole was sweetly snoozing by his dirty hands, and I dozed off.

Someone said: "There is a rainbow!"

When I went out, the opposite teaching building was full of people looking at the rainbow. I only saw the sun flooding with red, rising round or flat, breaking in and out among the clouds. How could it be like this? The wind seemed to be blowing I walked away with the rain blowing, and it obviously dripped on me. We are still in the shadows, but you on the opposite side are shrouded in warm orange sunlight. I didn’t see the rainbow, but I saw you lying on the railing of the teaching building, The smiling face is bright, and the flame is a rainbow.

The image was so beautiful, with the wind blowing and the clouds flying, I couldn't tell the difference.The 1000 of us must have been in a loophole in the weather, but they were really happy and amazing. Forget it, in my memory, carnations can be submerged up to the thighs. Didn’t you say that it turned into a butterfly?

The sun was rotten that day, so I will believe whatever you say.

Maybe the you who are going to talk about and write about you are no longer in your memory.

Not long after the start of junior high school, I did something extremely embarrassing. During the final assembly of the military training, when the chief instructor was finishing his lecture, I was sunburned on the playground.

The sound that is not often heard when people hit the ground, the half-voiced "eh" left by the chief instructor on the speaker.

I heard that I was planted with my face facing the ground. Fortunately, there was a lush turf in cool summer. I seemed to be half-closed and rolled my eyes. This embarrassment scared the surrounding students away.

At that time, only one person walked over, turned me over, raised my legs, unbuttoned me, and took off my hat to block the scorching sun above my head.

That person is just standing not far away, you from the first and second classes of junior high school.

After I was taken away by the instructor, there were also timid female students who were too scared to eat the lunch of the day, and repeatedly asked the instructor about my situation. Thing, you don't even remember my face.

The encounters in people's minds are always different and subversive.

Your first impression of me must be that rebellious person sitting on the table tennis table and refusing to get off.

In fact, the third kind of encounter was my deliberate plan.

You see, the memories are still messy and deep, but you are gone.

It was dark at eight o’clock last night, and now it’s bright again at four o’clock in the morning. The sun is seriously overtime. Camus said that four o’clock in the morning is the best time to occupy the people who miss him in thought. The street outside is originally orange The lights are now too dim to be recognized, and the portable fan is blowing out a cloud of wind. The skylight at this point is really reassuring. I lay on the table. The white T-shirt is too soft after washing. On my back blade, I want to write something about you.

This is the longest vacation in my life except for SARS in my impression. The next school starts, and the place I go back to is not the Milky Way. I don’t have you anymore. I’m not used to it. I’m not used to it. I had a problem before going to bed, relying on my powerful memory network about you, love to live on the land we used to live together, close my eyes and imagine myself, walking over and over again, the teaching building at the corner of the garden, Confucius Lai Ning Ouyangxiu, the flood of table tennis balls, bedside to bedside in the dormitory, walking over and over again, just short of sticking out the big tongue of memory to lick this place. In this place, we have had silly fun for several years. The melons and people grown in this land are sweeter than other places.

Clinging to the memory, there is nothing else that can be done frequently.

Since I was seven years old, I have been dreading the first day of school, at five o'clock in the afternoon on Sunday. I miss it because I know I can't go back. I feel happy now, but I lose it forever.

2009.7.3

As the year of [-] approached, the divorce procedures of her parents were finally completed. In half a semester, she would graduate from middle school, but her mother couldn't wait to take Liu Xingnan out of town. The object of the robbery, when she chose to leave with her mother, she was the bargaining chip for the aggrieved mother's counterattack. At the Spring Festival Gala alone, a mother lying on the bed all day long, Liu Xingnan thought to her mother's back, what is she now?

After the divorce, the mother received a huge amount of compensation. The property management of the newly purchased high-end residential area is very good. There were some cold fireworks, at midnight, Liu Xingnan took a few and went out to light them.

At this time, if you were in the town, what are you busy with? Grandma must have set up a big table to worship the sky and the earth. The thick incense burnt until dawn. I must have gone to find Gu Chengen. Gu Chengen's father Dragging a half-limped leg and a string of long firecrackers, they crackled and played tricks on the roof of their house. Gu Chengen hugged their yellow dog and covered their ears. Their yellow cat covered their ears, and Liu Xingnan covered his own ears.

There are red scraps of paper all over the floor, red old palace lanterns all over the sky, the smell of sandalwood and nitrophos, you can't hear the words at the top of your voice, and the streets are full of children wearing new shoes.

Liu Xingnan looked at the silver-white flame of the cold smoke in his hand, and felt that the coldness was going to freeze his hands.It turned out to be snowing. Shouldn't we stay in the classroom at this time, with the same 2008 printed on the schoolbag, sleeping soundly with a pile of never-ending math test papers, and the winter slowly settles down, Liu Xingnan likes it, watching a Holding a homework book and carrying a small blackboard, the person walked in and out of the corridor of the class.

From the ringing of the assembly bell in the morning, the day began to be inseparable, rushing down from the sixth floor of the dormitory, taking two or three steps at a time