Serialized Chen Mo's Xingzi, a brush stroke two years ago.

Chen Mo's home is about 20 minutes away from Grandma Xiao Ye's village. There are two ways to choose from, and there are two ways to go. Either way, you have to go through a village: Daye village.

On the way, a group of old hens cackled, looking for food, and walked past the mints that Chen Mo gave Xiao Ye. It's only been a year, and it's already like this! Xiao Ye looked at the mint in the corner of the yard and remembered the conversation with Chen Mo a year ago!

September.

I remember that Chen Mo was very excited to find Xiao Ye. In Xiao Ye, in a small attic full of vines, two people stood by the window and looked into the distance, but they never talked. Finally, Xiao Ye couldn't help it and said mindlessly, "I really want to wander, and the distant sky is so blue." A person, only me, looks up at the distant blue sky, like a tree, like a flying bird. At night, although I was lonely, I stuck to my idea. How helpless and strong, painful and happy it is to bite the bullet. "

Chen Mo also looked at the sky without looking at Xiao Ye, but Xiao Ye saw that his eyes were tight: "Well, sometimes I look."

"I think: you should go when you are young, and do it when you think about it. Only young people have such passion. " Xiao Ye is a little excited. "I went to climb a tree yesterday and was scared halfway. I won't be like this when I was a child. " Why not now? Why, I think too much! Old, maybe this is the feeling! "

Chen Mo didn't speak, but Xiao Ye knew that their worlds overlapped again, and Xiao clearly felt that Chen Mo was growing. They are still the children who pick up duck eggs, but they are not.

Chen Mo was very excited, too. His hands and feet were shaking. "Remember the rainstorm on Wednesday? I am running in the rain. Cool! It's really amazing. I ran round and round, and it was very hot. After I went back to bed, I took a shower directly, but nothing happened. It's cool. Besides me, there is our monitor.

Chen Mo said, and flashing eyes, two hands kept swinging. Xiao Ye is also very happy. He could imagine the scene at that time: it was raining heavily, except for the rain, which was lightning and thunder. When he stared in the rain, lightning timidly turned into light that lit up his way forward; As soon as he made a noise, Bao Lei also willingly cheered for his progress. With the passion of youth, everything is beautiful. When he is hot all over, he will feel that the rain has been set on fire by him. All cowardice burns in the chest, and all sweat rises from courage and hope.

Burn it, burn it!

"I like to let a strong heartbeat crush my nothingness. I like the heavy breathing, which is the singing of the soul. I will always be on the road, hot and running there! " When Chen Mo looked at Xiao Ye, Xiao Ye felt that he was on fire.

Xiao Ye stood up and applauded! Chen Mo one leng, also immediately applauded! Yes, friends are starting to find their own way.

Xiao Ye sold a lock: "My deskmate asked me,' What would you do if you fell?' "

Chen Mo is full of expectations.

"Lie down and run!" Leaflets are almost shouting out.

Chen Mo zheng, clap your hands immediately. Chen Mo said: "This sentence hit him like lightning!"

"Many times, after talking to you, I always have an impulse to write it down." Chen Mo thought of talking to Xiao Ye again and again, and finally told Xiao Ye bluntly how he felt that day.

"Me too, just, I don't have that kind of impulse, I just write it down!" It's really beautiful to think of the feelings I wrote down after talking to Mo every time. He couldn't help laughing. "Hey, the part between you and Zhang Lu before, if you hadn't told me yourself, I would never have believed it, because I felt it was a basic trust in my friends, but it was really disappointing, so early."

Xiao Ye still remembers Chen Mo's face flashing.

A few years later, when Xiao Ye and Chen Mo could no longer remember the scene of that day, God knows how many times these applause and words stood in their subconscious. It was not until Xiao Ye started writing stories in college that I remembered this passage by looking at my previous mood. Xiao Ye once asked Chen Mo, I really forgot too much about the past. When I watched your conversation, I tried to find my own words at that time, but at the same time, how much did you say we overlapped?

Chen Mo's answer left Xiao Ye speechless: I really can't remember, even if it existed at that time, I don't believe it is true.

Walking in Daye Village, a village left in Xiao Ye's childhood memory. At that time, Xiao Ye's parents went out to work, so they put Xiao Ye in grandma's house, but no one thought that this foster care was nine years.

Sometimes, Xiao also calculates his time in the wild mountain and his time in grandma's house. It turns out that the wild mountain has become a place to go back.

I pass by Ni Yifan's home-he is a classmate of Xiao Ye's big class. I have known him for a long time, but Xiao Ye always walks in front of their house. Sometimes he thinks, what will happen if the former people don't know each other again!

"Lobular, where to go! Come and sit at my house. " A family on the roadside is a girl from Yeshan. She married in Daye Village and got to know Xiao Ye.

"Go to Xiadian, where is my classmate?" Xiao Ye knew it was polite. "Come when you are free." Just smiled and left.

The highway from Daye village to Chenmojia village is Xiao Ye's favorite.

Simple dirt roads, lush grass and flowers on the roadside.

This is the end of May, Petunia shoots in the air, and June is a mass of red; Mulberries along the way have passed the most attractive time, and now they have withered, withered, rotted or left only a fleshy stem and branch for insects to eat. But it is the young mulberry that misses the season, which is even more sad, because it will never turn purple again.

Big red and purple, just a beautiful nightmare in the continuous plum rain.

Someone has already started plowing, and the hoe has been thrown high and "squeaked" into the soil. In the arc of the hoe sliding down, a group of egrets flew up, and a buffalo came a little further on the dirt road. The farmer behind him was covered in hemp fibers. Yes, it didn't rain, just gloomy.

Tonight the planetesimals are silent! Xiao Ye thought, calling Chen Mo's name.

From under a peach tree, I heard the sound of jumping in the room-Chen Mo came down from the second floor to open the door. As soon as the door opened, the egret fluttered its wings and landed on the Chinese tallow tree. After a while, I didn't see Chen Mo in Xiao Ye turn to the high platform at the door. Xiao Ye also came back: "In recent years, there have been more and more egrets."

"Well, I just went to pick peaches in the field, hehe, I like diarrhea best, and then I eat it and then pull it!" Chen Mo put his hand into his pocket, took out his mobile phone and played some songs, then sat with Xiao Ye.

Two teenagers and two good friends, with the same heart, want each other to speak first on this quiet summer night.

However, I don't know if the field is too beautiful or ... two people have been sitting there for too long. Beyond the songs in Chen Mo's mobile phone, from "Our Days" to "Amani".

Twilight began to merge.

Night is a daylighting child, carrying a big black bag, starting from Meishan in the distance, following the mountain road to the villages and fields below, then trickling through the gurgling Meicheng water, crossing some green hills, and finally coming to Xiao Ye and Chen Mo.

The white feathers of those egrets were temporarily borrowed by the night children.

Then, Meishan lights up, also called Runwheel Rock, and there is a temple at the top of the mountain. The trance-like light was picked up by the nocturnal children. Under the watering of the night, the lights of the village at the foot of the mountain sprout and extend to Chen Mohist school sporadically. Fields, streams and roads are like eyes and stars, flickering.

Chen Mohist's lamp also sprouted and began to falter.

Light pushed the shadows of two teenagers into the wilderness for a long time, but my mind couldn't push them out.

Chen Mohist's home is on the roadside of a wilderness, and behind it is a rolling low mountain.

There is a dirt road with graves on both sides.

Xiao Ye remembered a fragment written by Chen Mo before: dirt road.

I set foot on this dirt road again.

This road, which I was afraid of when I was a child, leads to my grandmother's house. There are graves on both sides of the road. And every time I fly, fly and work hard, I leave them behind … in this way, my childhood is left behind …

Today, on behalf of my past childhood and present youth, I come to you to look for my footprints ... because you are a witness.

Xiao Ye doesn't know who you are, whether you are on the same road or not, and when Chen Mo began to show the melancholy of youth.

There are some broken words in the field, and some random flashlights shuttle through the night. They are farmers who come out to fish at night.

"Goo goo." A frog.

"She-"two people talk almost at the same time, and then silence.

"I-"here we go again.

Teenagers are embarrassed.

"Lobular, have dinner here! Chen Mo's father drank a lot of fish, so drink two cups! " I don't know when, mother Mo walked to the door behind her, but she seemed to find something: "Come in, let's eat here today."

"I still go home. Grandma has cooked the meal and is waiting for me. If she doesn't go back, she will have a cold meal again. " Xiao also smiled, "Chen Mo, then I'll go back. Goodbye, Mom Mo! "

Night, very quiet, is the child's toes.

Xiao Ye walked alone on the road. After a while, he was drowned by crickets and frogs. Because of myopia, the trees and grass on the roadside blurred into a background and slowly receded.

Xiao Ye took out a dog's tail grass and bit it in his mouth. It was a little sour, a little bitter and a little sweet: "Next time, I will say it." Hey, I'm almost a senior three. I don't know what he thinks, it's sunny anyway! "Xiao Ye looked up at the Heavenly Palace, where the planetesimals were silent." What am I? How can you say such a thing? How can you resist trying to get close to her! "

"Uh ..." Xiao Ye zheng, eyebrows a tight, a whisper. "Damn it!" Put your right hand on your left shoulder. It's a sudden pain in the cervical spine.

"Well, special people have a little different pain! Although this disease is self-caused. " Xiao Ye laughed at himself.

With a series of dog barks, Xiao Ye returned home.

Grandma complained a little: "I thought I was eating at their house again!" " Chen Mo has never eaten in our house. You are so funny. Wonton is hot in the pot. "She walked slowly towards the stove. Xiao Ye was one step ahead of her and soon opened the pot by herself: even the ingredients were added!

Although Xiao Ye has never liked to add materials, she has told her grandmother many times, but every time, her grandmother will look puzzled: "Have you told me?" Oh, I'll know next time! "

This is the love that elders are used to.

"Grandma, I was wrong, not come back? Hey, is it sauerkraut stuffing or celery stuffing? " Xiao Ye please coquetry, alas, after all, a 18-year-old man is still a boy, so enough is enough.

After eating wonton, Xiao Ye saw grandma turn into the room and took some snacks when she came out: "These are for them and for the temple, Geely!" "In rural areas, whoever has a happy event and a funeral will distribute some sweets and biscuits and peanut seeds from door to door. Grandma believes in Buddhism. These are the offerings used in the temple, except the fruit.

Xiao Ye was a little xenophobic: "Grandma, I'm full. Where can I have something just eaten and eaten? I am not a pig, I am a monkey. "

Grandma put her hand on her chest and looked unhappy: "No, young man, this kind of pasta, wonton, will be gone as soon as you eat it." Put your hand in front of me again.

"It can't be so fast!" Xiao Ye reluctantly reached out and took some samples. Grandma seems to have a plot.

"Grandma, I'm going upstairs. You don't have to help me keep the light. Just turn it off! " .

Just arrived at the stairs, an old cat jumped in from the wooden window and "meow, meow-"looked for food. It carefully avoids the lobules.

Cats are free and don't need people. Xiao Ye has never seen that poor look in his eyes. He is more independent and mysterious.

Xiao Ye suddenly wants to know, what kind of person can walk into a cat's heart? Let the cat sit quietly on the eaves, waiting for a person to go home with a full face of expectation.

I had better not. People have hurt the dog thoroughly enough, so don't involve the cat. Many people let the sunset lengthen the back of small animals and even people waiting for them, and finally sadly disappear at the end of a dark dusk on a path. ......

Go to the attic, it's already dark. There is a dim light in the skylight. Xiao Ye stood at Loudaokou for a while, and he obviously felt something approaching, and the humidity outside was getting heavier and heavier.

He shook his head gently. "What will happen next! God knows. " Leaflet eyes looking at the gradually drooping skylight, muttered, "ha ha, what nonsense dream, is not changed. Is this a reality? Sometimes a beautiful nightmare will tempt young gods. "

There is a rustling sound outside. It's bamboo swaying on the hillside behind the house, and something is shuttling in it.

It's the wind, right? The night is chasing behind!

At midnight, "huh?" Xiao Ye shook his eyebrows and vaguely smelled grass and cement. He felt cold and his eyes began to shine.

There is wind in my ear, which seems to be blowing from far away, and there are faint insects singing inside.

Xiao Ye woke up.

It's not so bright now, and the attic is gray. He found that the wire of the lamp was unstable, and with a click, the lamp turned on and the wire was broken.

Pick up a glass of cold water on the table, rinse your mouth, open the window and spit it out. A straightforward night wind blew and many things woke up. The white light remained in the attic, the books on the table made a faint "rustling" sound, and the white curtains were faintly recessed. The wormwood placed on the bedside last year, with a small gesture and a faint fragrance. The gray-red national flag and the gray "Chinese seal" inserted between the books in the small bookcase also moved.

Xiao Ye leaned on the windowsill and slowly looked out of the window from the room.

Windows are always more attractive than rooms, even in the distance.

The rain just stopped.

Xiao Ye hand slowly turning the cup, but his eyes looked out of the window. The light can only shine near the windowsill, at the door, on the old locust tree at the door, and on the roof tile of the house next door. Farther away is the night in a trance, and the hazy fog makes the distance seem farther. Even if you are close, you will have an illusion.

On the other side of Meixi, there is a provincial road, and some houses nearby have been lit up, vaguely like the heartbeat of walkers. A small lamp barely holds up a bright lamp, but it can remind people of stories when it is wet and about to dawn. Xiao Ye knew that the house was a pile of stones, which was left when the road was being built. A large paddy field behind the stone will be transplanted in two days. Sporadic pieces of rape have fallen into the paddy field, and they have not been harvested yet, and they are coming soon. Then there is a bridge, and the stream flowing under the bridge is weak but clear.

There is a bamboo forest by the stream. These days, bamboo shoots have grown into new bamboos. Next to it, Xiao Ye once lived in a small hut.

Sleeping on Meixi River every night, what dreams do you have? Xiao Ye has forgotten those dreams. But those days when you open the door every morning and you can see the vegetable garden are memorable.

Xiao Ye put down his glass and wondered what time it was.

"It's past 4: 30." Xiao Ye touched the cracked quartz watch, and the black metal looked cold in some hot hands that had just awakened.

I fell asleep on the rafters last night and had a dream:

In the wilderness, at night, I sat alone on the top of a rice tree, but there was wheat fragrance everywhere. A broken river flows in front of me. There is a sapium sebiferum on the river, covered with pumpkins, and a group of bats are standing on the pumpkins. I heard myself calling my sister, "Sister-".

There are countless stars on the horizon and in the quiet night sky. It seems that someone is crying in the corner. I looked everywhere, but unconsciously fell off the head of the rice grain and became a child. I stumbled among a group of goats going home, but I kept spinning around and couldn't find my way.

"Goo Goo Gu Gu-"There is an owl barking. We were attracted by the sound and saw a lost street lamp hanging its head alone. It slowly blooms a white Petunia flower. The other child seems to be crying. He seems to be far away from me, but he is clearly in front of me, leaving me with a back. Suddenly, he turned around and said, "It's so dark alone …" He jumped into the river. At this time, there are countless dried sunflowers floating in the river, and there are dead snails on it. Their tentacles are very long and they touch the cracked river bed.

It was raining at this time, and the planetesimals were yellow.

Suddenly, a blue-tailed fish jumped from the river, crossed the sky beautifully and disappeared into the sky. The child who jumped into the river climbed ashore in two and a half, holding two windmills with black and white eyes in his hand.

I stood on the other side, too. A tower behind me was blown away by the wind, and half the children struggled to disappear. I am a black child, and the original shore is a white child.

The black water dripping from my body turned into catfish and struggled back to the river; A flock of goats chased a flock of suns and followed the children on the original shore.

In a trance, the night was stripped of its black mask, revealing a pale face.

Then Xiao Ye woke up.

The program "Sexy Night" is being replayed on the radio.

Xiao Ye has the habit of sleeping with the radio on. Usually, the hazy sound will make Xiao Ye fall into a dream, and then Xiao will wake up in the middle of the night and turn it off in a trance. But many times, just like brushing the dynamics in college, Xiao, who is half awake and half asleep, will struggle to debug the radio again, trying to hear what is a lonely song and what can impress him.

Maybe Xiao Ye just wants to be accompanied by sound, even if it is the sound of electricity passing through an iron box.

But most lobules will be disappointed and unwilling to turn off, but because of the stimulation of thoughts, the originally dull nerves gradually wake up.

Two pairs of eyes looked at each other feebly, and the other pair was the eyes of the night.

Really, really no one knows what happened between the last sentence and the next. It was a long time before I started writing again, writing twice in the middle. I don't know why it was well preserved, but it was opened or disappeared in two days.

Then a lot of things happened in the middle.

It has been two years since I started writing last time.