Ponder.
Ponder, I can't wave you in my dreams.
I don't know when I started to see a figure in my dreams, it was a teenager with a blurred face, but I just knew who he was. I never deliberately remembered him, and even forgot about this person for several years in between.
I have entered the age of no doubt, and I have not seen him again for more than 20 years.
We used to be from the same village, about the same age, and we were in primary school in our village.
When I was a child, my family was very poor, and my father would go out to work when he was not working, and he would come home during the farm and festivals. In winter, I can't go out to work, so I start a small business in the village. When I was in the second or third grade of primary school, the principal of our school lent me a blue-tiled house in his old courtyard, and my father borrowed money to buy a machine for making grass noodles for others to process grass noodles.
The grass is mainly done at night, and during the day, we are busy working in the fields, and my brother and I sleep on a clay kang two feet away from the machine. I don't know how many nights I fell asleep to the roar of the machine and woke up to the roar of the machine.
Sometimes I would take my brother to the boy's house to watch TV (I didn't have a TV at home at that time) and I would see that at ten or even eleven o'clock in the evening, his family was asleep, and my brother and I didn't know how to leave. In this case, my mother said two or three times that you should not go to anyone's house to watch TV in the future, and if you two watch too late, they will sleep by mistake, and his family will be annoyed. After that, my brother and I didn't go much. I really can't help but want to watch it, and I left at ** o'clock.
After that, we didn't go to the same class because I had a bad grade and I was repeating a grade. I didn't get a school in junior high school, so I didn't see each other much. The last time we saw them was after their family had moved to other provinces. That year, they went back to their hometown for the Chinese New Year, when I was in the third year of junior high school, and I took a look at the main street of our village from a distance, and I have never seen them again.
At that time, it was just a very ordinary brushing shoulder. It turned out that inadvertently, that figure had been deeply seared into the depths of memory.