The love story of two matches

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I hadn't seen him before lying in a matchbox with him.

He was very quiet in many noisy games.

As for me, I am more silent and silent, because I don't know how my body was aborted. I can hear everyone's voice, but I can't make any noise.

I am a small match that can only be silent.

I began to notice him because of his silence.

I live in the innermost matchbox and he lives in the outermost. These collocations in the middle are always hotly discussed in various musical backgrounds, while he and I are always silent.

Just when I thought he couldn't make a sound like me, I heard him say, "I don't want to go out." Who wants to change places with me? "

There was a great shock, followed by a surge of dizziness. All the other matches in the matchbox are vying to change places with him. They have long wanted to see what the world outside the matchbox is like.

Even though we all know that out of the matchbox, it may mean burning out, but it still makes these small matches that have been oppressed in this small space feel yearning.

I can't make any noise. I try to put myself in the innermost position.

Then, I saw him. With the mysterious moment of the day, he turned over a dozen and came to me.

The matchbox suddenly glowed and colored, and the matches that took his place were taken out.

Before the other matches in the matchbox could spy out, the matchbox sank into the darkness again.

I just heard a "pull" and my hair stood on end.

I know, next to me, there are only two layers of matchboxes, which have just been rubbed and ignited. Those are extinguished matches.

I was a little scared, so that I trembled all over. He raised his head and approached me silently, as if I heard his heartbeat.

Does he still have a heartbeat? Thinking of this question, I seem to blush and forget what happened outside the matchbox.

Another burst of dizziness, we fell back, that should be the desktop, where we stay every day.

In the box, other matches continued to discuss the strong shock and instant youth, and I was thinking that the little match who went out as he wished was happy or sorry to see the outside world.

"Are you all right?" He gently asked me:

I shook my head slowly, without looking up.

He should not see my expression, but just a head, swinging on his chest.

He sighed gently and said slowly:

Everyone, including every game, has his own choice, no matter what the experience is, just don't regret it.

I was surprised that he seemed to hear my psychological words and looked up quickly.

I saw his eyes deep, looking at the light in the gap of the matchbox on my side.

I think he is like a philosopher. He doesn't make any noise, but he speaks for himself.

I haven't seen any other knowledge except the machinery, people and things on the factory assembly line. I was surprised by his exclamation and intuition.

02

Looking up, with the gap and distance, and the shimmer of the gap in the matchbox, I realized that he was not the same color as our other matches.

We are all white, or slightly mixed with a little bright yellow.

But his whole body is dark yellow, as if it were left over by his ancestors.

Perhaps because I can't talk, my eyes are full of curiosity.

He was looking at me, too, and when his eyes fell on the missing part of me, I flinched.

What will he think of my shortcomings? Without this piece, I can't make a sound and even suffocate. I'm afraid to see similar sympathy or pity in his eyes.

I looked down at once, not wanting him to see the tears of unknown color on his face.

I feel that the air pressure around me is getting lower, and the heated discussion of other small matches seems to be isolated. My whole world is just a missing wound.

I didn't bleed, and I won't bleed, but I feel pain. I didn't feel it when I lost it, but at this moment.

He seemed to feel my embarrassment and cleared his throat, but he didn't speak.

Until I adjusted my mood and looked up at him curiously.

He said flatly, "Don't think too much. I don't think your wound means anything. I just thought of a way. I don't know if I can help you and let you talk. "

I feel that I have been punched with a hole, like a sculpture of a matchstick, motionless, and I can't even close my open mouth.

I looked at him with expectant eyes for a long time, and I asked again and again, trembling, "Really?" Is it true?/You don't say. "

It seems that he can really read what I want to say from my eyes.

He said, "I'm not sure if it will be useful, but I think we can give it a try. It won't do you any harm anyway. "

If the matchbox is as big as Red Square in Moscow at the moment, I will run three times with excitement. But in this cramped space, I can only suppress this ecstasy by myself, as if I could hold my heart down, as if I could tell it not to get excited, as if I could really speak at once.

03

Diary goes on like running water, and I am not faster or slower because of excitement. Just because I have expectations in my heart, the days seem to be a little bit sweet with some sugar.

And this expectation was brought to me by him.

You know, nowadays, matches have become less heavy.

At least twenty days have passed since the day he rolled over to me. We lay quietly in the matchbox together, listening to the noise outside.

The clearest thing in this is the deep, high-pitched, lingering or ghostly singing.

At the moment, our environment is the desktop of a KTV private room, and we are lying in a matchbox with KTV phone, WeChat and address printed on it.

Because the lighter is convenient and fast, we are almost forgotten, so life is safe. That's why last time, after the man picked up the match, all the other matches were willing to change places with him.

It seems that we can really be completely abandoned and become fossils alone.

In my opinion, on this very safe day, he always rubs up and down.

Rub the matchbox with his body.

I was curious, but I couldn't make a sound. I don't know what the hell he is doing.

It's just that he looks solemn and just, and it's funny to cooperate with his movements.

I smiled silently in my heart, because I couldn't laugh either.

Until a moment, he frowned as if in pain, and shouted like "Ah", but there was only one sound, as if I had misheard him. Because it's daytime, it's quiet around, and other small matches are sleeping. KTV is extremely quiet.

So I can hear it. I'm sure it's not because I'm hearing voices, but because, the next moment, I saw a dark yellow sawdust fall from him.

That should be painful. Isn't he looking for trouble?

I was full of puzzled eyes, but when he tried to embed dark yellow sawdust on me, he was instantly shocked and moved!

04

My body, missing a piece, is inlaid with a piece of dark yellow sawdust.

He said to me softly, "don't worry, let's try." Maybe not once or twice, but it is still a way. "

"Try it and see if you can make a sound."

He gave a "ah" like a guide.

I nodded wildly and cheered hopefully. I'm sure the mouth shape must be very standard, but it still hasn't caused any vibration in the surrounding air. I screamed in my mind, but what he heard was still silence.

I think I will cry, if I have tears to shed.

He carefully checked the position of the mosaic and helped me adjust it up and down, but I still couldn't make a sound.

I was disappointed, but he said, "Never mind, this piece may be a little short. Let's try again. There are still many opportunities. "

Although I can't make any noise, he should be able to see my deep and indelible gratitude from my eyes.

So in the next few days, he began to rub up and down, left and right in all directions, but this time he changed places.

Day after day, there are more than five or six scars on his body, each of which is similar to my defect. I have experienced disappointment again and again, and it's really hard to see him hurt himself so much.

My eyes are burning and I strongly object. I even approached him, not letting him rub at will, and saved another wound for no reason.

Even if I never speak, I don't want to see him full of holes for me.

But he wiped off a piece while I was taking a nap.

This piece is bigger than all the sawdust before, and he even cringed at the pain.

He told me with a smile: it is ideal to be bigger, and it can be adjusted according to my needs. Shorter length and thinner thickness are always just right.

I feel my heart is blocked by something, which hurts, but I feel a little warm around my body. Only with that game can I have such an experience.

In this way, he rubbed the flesh and blood from himself, just to make up for my deformity perfectly.

I should have done it on purpose, because I obviously felt something in my chest, so soft and so hot.

05

This is not a ritual mosaic process, because it always seems to need adjustment and adjustment.

Just when I almost lost hope, the sawdust taken from him was rubbed for dozens of times and then pasted on me again. It turns out that I am as numb as before.

Anyway, the final result is disappointment, so why hope again and again?

The reason why I still smile hopefully is to repay his persistence.

I tried to stop and resist this, but I couldn't beat his insistence. It's for me. How can I live up to such kindness and kindness?

I can't say it or discourage it, but I can only try my best to express it with my expression, right?

However, this time, there is a significant difference.

At the moment when the deformity of my body was filled like a perfect fit, an airflow went straight to my throat.

His upper and lower lips are separated in a circle, and the airflow is ejected, repeating the actions that he has done dozens of times before, bringing out the simplest "ah".

I also studied his appearance carefully and made enough moves.

It should be the moment when we moved the magic switch. The whole world is retreating, time is gone, and space is gone. This KTV, this desktop, this matchbox, and other small matches in it have all been swallowed up together!

Miracles happen at such a magical moment. I really felt the surge of air, although my "ah" voice may have been broken.

But I clearly saw his excited and very happy face. If I can, does he want to dance like me? In this world that seems to be just the two of us.

I tried several times, just like a child learning to speak. First I understood "ah", and then I blurted out three words.

"Thank you!"

My pronunciation is standard and clear.

Because I have tried my best, and I have practiced it countless times in my heart.

Although the voice was low, I'm sure he heard it.

His eyes are full of colorful flowers.

I saw him smile and heard him whisper:

"What a beautiful voice!"

06

My life really started from this moment!

Or, from the moment he rolled to my side.

I looked at him and thought, if I thank you, I will only go this time, and the rest, I would like to burn my life to pay back.

After he generously accepted this thank you, he resumed his previous silence.

But he, can't return to the original kind of quiet!

Because I can not only talk, but also sing all kinds of songs I learned in KTV.

I usually sing along with the music outside, in a voice that only he can hear.

Occasionally he follows the rhythm, but most of the time, he looks at me silently with a slight smile on his mouth.

And when the music fades away and other small matches fall asleep, I will be reluctant to rest and always want to talk about this and that.

I ask my inner questions one by one, and he always answers them easily. He seems to know everything.

Finally, one day, I asked him, "We are also matches, all made by the same factory. Why do you know so many things and I don't know anything? "

He smiled again and said, "Because I am older than you!" "

I don't believe it.

Older than me, I can know what human social economics is. What do you know about the human genome and the history of China?

Bully me. I haven't seen the world, have I?

I've also been listening to people bragging about X in KTV.

He smiled when he saw my eyes roll.

Then, he coughed twice slightly before slowly answering:

"I really want to be much older than you, it really doesn't deceive you.

To be exact, I may be two or three years older than you, or even more. You see, my body color is obviously darker than yours. In fact, it is not because I am darker than you, but because of long-term oxidation. "

"I know more than you, because I really have the adventure of matches!"

"What adventure, tell me, tell me!"

I wanted to pull his sleeve, but he didn't.

He said: Don't worry, it's actually no big deal.

Although I am a match, I have seen many different stories.

I was used as a bookmark by the small boss of our match factory, and was sandwiched in the books he read in those years.

I am honored, because he picked me up and pointed to the words in the book and read them slowly. He was only eight or nine years old, and then I was caught in the book and followed him home.

That is a child who loves books. Although many people in his family call him a bookworm, I know he loves books, but he is by no means a bookworm.

I have followed him and read all kinds of books in recent years. Although I didn't remember much, I did remember a lot of knowledge.

I am more curious and ask a way:

Then why did you go back to this matchbox?

But he closed his eyes and said to me:

Now, close your eyes and sleep, and I'll tell you tomorrow!

Although I pouted, I had no other choice. In order to continue listening to the story, I went to bed!

07

I woke up the next day and couldn't wait to ask.

He simply replied:

How to get out, how to get back.

He said that a few years ago, he was reading a book because the young master was sitting near the workbench. After reading the book, he picked up a match and put it in the book as a bookmark.

And his bookmarks, followed the young master to read one book after another.

Until the day I got off the assembly line, the young master came to the workshop with a book in his hand.

But a worker accidentally knocked off the young master's book and knocked over many matches on the workbench.

He looked at my wound and said softly.

I don't know how I got hurt, but he knows.

The missing piece on me was broken by the young master's book.

At that time, the book was knocked off, and he fell out of the gap in the book with his mouth down.

I just saw the flying page, crossed it out, and I am still a little confused. My body is together.

He said he heard me scream.

Then, he and I, and of course many other matches, returned to the production line and entered the packaging process.

I am speechless with surprise, because I have never had such an impression in my memory!

He said maybe I fainted, so I don't remember anything.

I feel very sweet after listening to it:

It turns out that he already knows me;

It turns out that he didn't come to my side for no reason.

I think there is more light coming in the matchbox, and I feel bright and even warm all over, although I know there should be no sunshine in this room.

Since then, I have pestered him more naturally, telling me about the people he saw in books in those years, what happened and the feelings of the young master.

It's especially comfortable when listening to stories.

08

He told me the process of his literacy.

At the beginning, when the young master was studying, he liked to point to the words in the book with his little finger and read them word by word.

One day, the young master refused to close the book when his family repeatedly asked him to eat.

I heard that because I didn't wash my hands, the black mark on my finger was obviously printed on the steamed bread in my hand.

So, once in a while, when the young master remembers it, he will pick up the bookmark as a pointing stick, that is, point to the words on the book with his little match and read them line by line.

Because of this, he learned a lot of words and the back of his head was damaged by occasional friction.

He told me about the mountains and rivers he saw in the book, which were magnificent and vast;

Also talk about the characters he read in the book, past lives;

Tell the story he spied in the book, which is touching and bloody.

I think the best of those years should be like this.

At the beginning of the music, I sang to him along with the melody, one by one.

Anyway, there is nothing on the song list in this room. I won't.

The noise faded away and he told me one story after another.

I just know that there are so many novel people and things in this world. What a wonderful world!

Happy times are always short and fleeting.

I don't know what else we can end up with as a match except burning ourselves to ashes alone.

But this day came unexpectedly, in a way I had never seen before.

But I'm grateful for this ending.

I heard someone sigh for a long time, and that moment can last forever.

But it was not until my burning torso gradually extinguished that I believed that maybe this sentence was true.

09

It turns out that this day is no different from the past. But it was not until these singers brushed two matches on their mobile phones that they lit the video.

It is said that one match can lift another.

Some people say it's impossible. It's probably made by computer. The other person should be a yogi. He picked up the matchbox where we lived and shook it. He said, here is a box of matches. Let's have a try.

But he shook so much that he separated me from him. I called out to him and he responded to me. Although we tried our best, there was still a game between us.

An ordinary match that has stopped talking and become rigid.

The matchbox was completely opened, and I finally saw where the songs I heard every day came from.

But I'm not interested anymore, because he and I have separated.

We looked at each other, he said loudly, never mind, don't be afraid!

I want to cry, not because I am afraid of my innate mission and ending, but because I am afraid of being separated from him!

Then, we looked at the young people and lit other matches one by one with curious eyes, excited expressions and movements.

The moment he was picked up, my heart burst into tears.

However, he was not lit. In order to help me make up for the defects, he ground off several corners, so that he could not be tied to the experimental mat smoothly, and he was thrown aside.

Until the last match, that is, me, was picked up.

I'm glad we meet again. This time, he snuggled up to me gently.

Then, a lighter, bang, lit me and us. The piece he embedded in my body is finally connected with me forever!

We embraced happily in this brilliant fire, and even I tasted the sweetness of kissing.

This is my most brilliant and happiest moment.

This moment is eternity.

This is our story.

He never said love to me, but he did,

So, I know ...