19. That afternoon
I've been thinking about that afternoon since then, and that afternoon was a nightmarish omen. Young and frivolous, I never believed in fate, in fact, fate has been waiting for me at the fork in the road, it gently raised its finger and pointed at ......A person's life is a circle, and if you can't walk in a circle, you can't stop this circle, and the hand of fate is pushing you behind. What is the state of man under the successive blows? The strange and vast world, the treacherous and changeable life, the low-level cognition, the fragile self-esteem, the snail-like retraction into the shell, the fear of sunlight and light. But to live, you can't help but stick out your head and accept the stormy blow of fate.
Waiting is a little anxious, like throwing it in a pan of oil to suffer. That afternoon, I slept in a daze and woke up with urine. Go to the toilet in the yard to urinate, hear a noise when you lift your pants, and see if the phone cover on the waistband of your pants is empty. The phone fell, and the drowsiness disappeared all at once, and I stared at the mouth of the sewer, which was the public toilet of the compound, and below it was a septic tank, several meters deep.
Dropped your phone? I was stunned for a moment.
I met the landlord's son in the yard and asked if the sewer could be pried open? It is a sewer opening carved out of the middle of a large stone slab. The landlord's son was noncommittal about my mentally retarded problem, and he couldn't pry it open, so deep - I knew it in my heart, but I was still a little confused.
This is more than 1,000 yuan earned by working like a donkey on the construction site in Baotou, Inner Mongolia for a month during the summer vacation of my sophomore year, shedding two layers of skin, and moving bricks.
At that time, I felt that it was convenient to sell a mobile ** to find a job after graduation, so I lied to my parents that I bought a second-hand goods for 200 yuan, for fear that they would blame. I lay on the bed and blamed myself for a while, and my heart was crossed: I had lost it, and it was irretrievable, and I wanted to increase my troubles in vain, so I fell asleep in a daze.
In the afternoon, Momo came to the room from school with a large bag and asked me why my mobile phone was always turned off. "I fell into the sewer and was buried in a septic tank......”
Momo finished the test, and she brought all her suitcases today.
I went home and went straight back, and I didn't go to school anymore. ”
For the mobile phone buried in the feces and urine, Momo thought for a long time, paused for a while, and brewed good words before saying: "You-ah." I won't say anything, I call your phone and want you to help me carry my luggage. Alas. Why are you so big, you can still fall asleep if you lose your phone! Don't be so careless, and fall by yourself that day. ”
Don't say it, it's already lost, I can't get it up if I jump, is it possible to become a mobile phone martyr? ”
His grandmother's sold me and there was no value for the phone, and the more I thought about it, the more depressed I became. had to change the topic and ask Momo: "Don't go home, can we stay together during the summer vacation?" ”
It's not Feifei, my mother still urged me in the afternoon, no one at home is working, only my mother, she is almost too busy, I have to go back to help. ”
Then you can bear to leave me here? Aren't you afraid that other women will plot against me? ”
Besides, my classmate asked me to take the train home with her at night, and I lied to them that I had something to do and asked them to go back first. And then I came here, and it wasn't because of you. ”
Lie to them, just tell them that you come to me for a few days? ”
You think I'm you. How dare I tell them that I live with you? What have I become, so I have to be drowned by the spittle star. When it reached the ears of my parents and my parents, they didn't beat me to death. ”
Okay, okay, let's not talk about it, you can do whatever you say. ”
The next day, Momo took the train home, in fact, although the bus is more expensive but more convenient - Momo only left the travel expenses, and the rest of the money was left to me.
Wang Na successfully applied for a job in a cram school, substitute teaching, with a monthly salary of 350. In this way, she and Cricket have the opportunity to meet every day, and the little couple occasionally comes to my rental house, the house is small, and at noon, we sit in the shaded place in the yard and talk about the sky and the ground. I wanted to find a job in the bar first, but the landlord said that the door would be locked at 12 o'clock, and I asked a few restaurants that were not enough for a month, so I had to give up.
After dinner, we will go to the entrance of the nearby city museum, which is secluded. According to the cricket, in the past, that is, in the 90s, this area was the most prosperous place in this small city, and people with status and wealth were all in the nearby community. But now it's gone, and all the people with better family conditions have moved out.
Walking slowly, without hearing the noise, can give the mind an otherworldly tranquility and peace. The breeze is light, the willows on both sides of the street are light, and the complicated heart becomes peaceful, and there is even a trace of inexplicable joy.
When I looked up, I found that every old residential building was like an old man covered with dust, and it was gloomy. After a long time, the buildings have long been dilapidated, and the glass on some buildings has been broken by someone, leaving the glass blocks that have not fallen to poke at the window frames, which leads people to reverie, like a picture of an old movie.
At the entrance of the museum, there are usually some old people sitting in their old age, some old people are chatting quietly, and some old people are sitting alone like dead trees. Sitting in the middle of these old people, I have a strange feeling. Most of them smoke a cigarette or two, and watch the lush flowers and plants planted in the courtyard of the museum, glowing with endless vitality in the darkening night.
In order to protect privacy, the names of people, places, provinces, etc. in the text are pseudonyms).