The sun was bright and hot, and the temperature was rising. However, the streets in Huangjia Village were intertwined, and the alleys were very cool. The draft was blowing through the hall. Zhang Tan looked at the two-story building in front of him. On the surface, he was calm, but deep down, he was in a turmoil and was very uneasy.
Finally he came. Since he met Xiaobai, he knew that this small building once lived with Bai Yuxin and Xiaobai. They lived together on the south side of the second floor.
He has never been here, and deep down in his heart he doesn't dare to face it.
Today I am still here, taking Xiaobai with me to face the scarred history in my heart.
Although he is no longer him, Zhang Tan is still full of guilt when thinking of that past event.
He lowered his head and looked at Xiaobai, who looked curious and confused. His heart ached when he thought about Xiaobai's life before she was 5 years old. She suffered too much at a young age.
"Where is it?" Xiaobai asked curiously.
She no longer remembers this small building where she once lived, when she was still very young.
Zhang Tan thought for a while and said truthfully: "This is the place where my mother used to live."
Xiaobai was stunned, blinked, and saw that Zhang Tan didn't move, as if she didn't hear clearly. But the next second, she suddenly turned her head, stared at the small building in front of her, and mumbled something in her mouth,
But most of them couldn't be heard clearly, and only a whisper of "Mother" reached Zhang Tan's ears.
"Old man, let's go in and take a look." Xiao Bai turned around and said. He raised his hand and wiped his eyes. When he put it down again, he was back to the strong Xiao Bai.
"Come on, let's go in and take a look." Zhang Tan said, "Come here and I'll hold your hand."
Xiaobai shook his head and said nothing. He fell half behind Zhang Tan and watched him unlock and open the main door of the small building. There was nothing inside except the messy painted walls.
Sunlight shines in from the mottled windows, dispelling the darkness and coolness in the room. Under the sun, dust dances wildly.
Zhang Tan led Xiaobai across the threshold and stepped inside. Xiaobai raised his little head and looked around, his eyes full of confusion.
This small building is very small, with one room above and below it, about 30 square meters. The corridor from the first floor to the second floor is outside the house and is made of red bricks against the wall. Because it is exposed to the wind and sun for a long time, no one walks there.
There was a lot of moss growing on the corridor and it was dirty and slippery.
Zhang Tan carried Xiao Bai up the stairs, less than twenty steps, and reached the second floor. He opened the door of the second floor. It was a wooden door. It could be vaguely seen that the door was painted with blue wood paint, which was now peeling off.
sharp.
"I've played here before." Xiaobai lay on Zhang Tan's back and suddenly whispered.
"Ah?" Zhang Tan thought she was talking about the room, thinking that Xiaobai had remembered something, but he saw Xiaobai pointing at the moss-covered steps.
"Xiaobai used to sit here playing with dolls and waiting for his mother to come home." Xiaobai whispered, his eyes full of memories.
Zhang Tan said: "Mom can't go home until after get off work."
Xiaobai nodded and said, "I didn't wait until the sun went down."
Zhang Tan asked heartbrokenly: "Then what did you do?"
Xiaobai thought hard, shook his head and said he couldn't remember.
They pushed open the door to the second floor completely and had a clear view of what was going on inside.
The house has four bare walls, and a wooden simple bed is laid out near the window. The bed planks are laid out one by one, and several pieces have been lost, exposing big holes. There is also a wooden table near the door, which looks like a school.
The color of the desk was no longer visible, and it looked completely dull. An iron three-legged stool was also dumped on the ground.
Xiaobai struggled off Zhang Tan's back, walked to the wooden bed, squatted down and looked under the bed. With a haha, he found a dirty and gray leather ball. It was no longer clear whether it was a basketball or a ball.
football.
She held the ball and looked at Zhang Tan happily, not caring whether the ball was dirty or not.
Zhang Tan: "This is your old ball."
Xiaobai nodded happily, threw the ball on the ground, and kicked it. The ball was kicked out, hit the corner, and bounced back. She took two steps forward and kicked it again. The ball flew towards Zhang Tan.
With a slight hook, the ball flew up in a parabola and returned to Xiaobai's feet.
Xiaobai laughed, looked around, suddenly ran to the window, squatted down and looked at the wall at close range, looked for it, and excitedly told Zhang Tan that there was a painting she painted here.
"Let me take a look." Zhang Tan followed and squatted down to look at the painting on the wall. It was drawn with a pencil and was very faded, but you could still see that it was a flower with a bright sun and a small flower.
Bird, there are people on the grass, three holding hands, the one on the left is the tallest, the one in the middle is the shortest, with little braids raised.
Zhang Tan looked at other places, and saw that they were all messy wavy lines, circles, and balls of thread. Xiao Bai chuckled sheepishly.
This room has changed a lot, and it has changed a lot from when Xiaobai lived there.
After Bai Yuxin and Xiaobai left, no one lived here anymore and it remained empty. However, the furniture inside was gradually lost. It must have been more than what it is now. In fact, it was decorated quite warmly.
Although many of the familiar furniture were gone, Xiaobai remembered many things from his childhood. Balabala told Zhang Tan excitedly, but he couldn't remember what his mother looked like.
Zhang Tan found Bai Yuxin's photo from his mobile phone and showed it to her. She held it and looked at it for a long time and said that her mother was lying on the bed and fell asleep.
Zhang Tan took a camera and took pictures of everything here, leaving behind images as a souvenir in the future.
When he came down from the second floor, he met the landlord. Zhang Tan chatted with him and learned that this small building was going to be demolished and was about to become a dilapidated building. After the demolition, a new building could be built on the same site and could be rented out. The most important thing is that if it is demolished in the future,
, I can change several houses.
Zhang Tan handed the camera to the landlord and asked him to take a photo of himself and Xiaobai in front of the small building.
The two stood in front of the small building, looking at the camera and smiling. The landlord pressed the button, and there was a click, leaving an eternal memory.
On this day, Xiaobai's shoes were listless and seemed worried. She couldn't be happy no matter how Zhang Tan teased her.
In the evening, Zhang Tan did not tell her a bedtime story, but talked about many things about his mother Bai Yuxin, and Xiaobai listened with interest.
Classmate Xiaobai misses her mother very much. She talks in her sleep at night and keeps calling her mother.
Zhang Tan sat up in the middle of the night and held her in his arms to comfort her. He knew she would have problems tonight, so he didn't sleep very deeply.
The next day, Xiaobai told Zhang Tan that she dreamed of her mother last night, and her mother asked her to go see her. She also said that she was a doll who missed her mother.
Zhang Tan was extremely sympathetic and deeply touched. After discussing with Bai Jianping and Teacher Jiang who was far away in Sichuan, he decided to take Xiaobai back to Sichuan to visit Teacher Jiang and visit Bai Yuxin's grave.
There are still more than ten days left in the summer vacation. After going to Sichuan, he plans to go to Qicheng to visit Malanhua and Bai Zhiqiang's family, and then return to Pujiang. It's almost time for the elementary school term to start.
