I went back to the martial arts school on Sunday and cleaned up inside and out, packing away the old things. After so many years of living, the attic was filled with clutter, including old cabinets, dishes, bedding, and old TVs:
"Mom, it's time to throw away the things here..." Lingjing, wearing a hat and dressed as a model worker, shouted outside when she felt tired.
Mom was probably not outside, so she called Jiaming up and moved some things out to dry in the yard. Soon after, Shasha, who was wearing a ponytail and also wearing a workman's denim outfit, came over to help. In the past, I liked this small attic the most.
Every summer, she had to live for a period of time, looking out through the small window and listening to the ringing of wind chimes. At this time, the entire space, including the small bed, was occupied by cabinets and other things. She moved some things and patted them.
Dust: "Taotao, when Yunjie Yunting comes over, she might even live in the attic. They like this the most."
The large items outside were moved away, the cabinets, bedding, etc. were taken out, and some things inside were also exposed. There was a broken photo frame, which I remember was used to hang her first certificate of merit when she was a child, and there was also a viewing screen.
Here comes the broken old TV set. When was it bought? It seems that winter is coming soon. It was worth a lot of money at that time: "Jia Ming, dad finally bought a new TV set today. Let's come over and watch it together tonight." Yes.
It seems that Jia Ming was shot shortly after he ran away from home. After some time, they met Sha Sha.
"I wonder if it can still be used..." After Shasha came up, she smiled and told the other party about the TV. Then the two sisters squatted on the ground and fiddled with it, plugging the wire into the socket, but it didn't light up. "
it's a pity."
"Go down and take it apart to dry it, and then see if Jiaming can repair it. The quality of the previous TVs was pretty good."
Various things were gradually emptied out, and more and more familiar things appeared. My mother was probably back, and the sound of Jia Ming chatting with her could be heard vaguely in the yard: "Ah... this is from before... ha...
"She cleaned the floor. She hadn't lived in the attic for a long time. The window she liked to look at in the past seemed so small. The small wind chime hanging there was old and rusty. It just shook when she fiddled with it with her fingers.
It rang. Sitting next to the small bed that had no bedding, I guess I was used to living in a big house, and the attic was a little narrower than I thought before.
But a few kids will definitely like it.
There were a few boxes in the corner, which were her old things. Since Jia Ming and Shasha hadn't come up yet, she decided to move them out. However, it had been too long and the boxes were not reliable. When she reached out to move them, they broke.
It was turned over on the ground, and many old things rolled out. Various collected trinkets. Rubber bands, beautiful buttons, origami stars, lavender bottles, only a few used stickers of beautiful girls, etc.
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She smiled, squatted on the ground and put these things into the iron box used to hold moon cakes. When she raised her head, she found something in another box. She reached out and took it out. It was a small schoolbag with a red sign on it.
A few words were sewn on the thread: Hongxing Primary School, Ye Lingjing.
Ah……
She took out other things, and was impressed by them. There were her schoolbags, Jiaming's old schoolbags, and Shasha's bat. Although she didn't know how to play, she also bought baseball outfits to look like. Some boxes contained
Report cards, homework books, etc. I remember that Jiaming always copied her homework in the past. After the junior high school was divided into classes, he no longer had to copy her homework, and he even took pleasure in it.
Inside the broken music box were several photos of herself, Shasha and Jiaming taken together. It was when they were in junior high school. The three of them lived in Shasha's villa every weekend, just like playing house.
There was an empty wine bottle in a box next to her. She picked it up and thought about it, and couldn't help but hold it in her arms and laugh. The wine bottle was probably brought here by Shasha from the villa later. If she hadn't graduated from junior high school,
After the accident that night, I don’t know what will happen to the three of them. At that time, Shasha, who was like a boy, still wanted to help her pursue Jiaming, but she didn’t understand that she also liked Jiaming... Ha, at that time everyone was
Still ignorant, the childlike innocence first met Qiluoxiang, and then they stayed together like that.
Notice from Sacred Heart College, three people rented a house, various things. Unfortunately, the two-story building is not a permanent thing after all. Even if it has commemorative value, there is no point in letting it stay there. Later, the street was developed.
It was demolished. On the day they moved out, they took a photo in front of the house under the sunset, and they still keep it in the bedroom. However, looking at the bits and pieces in the box, it reminds me of the first time they entered that house.
The scene in the room...
The original key, the keychain that she carefully selected when she just entered junior high school, and the small Doraemon pendant on it, are now all three here. The one for Jia Ming is Nobita, and the one for Rusty is Yijing. She took the Doraemon,
Although Jiaming later said that Shasha should be Nobita, he should be Doraemon, and he should be Yijing. Ha, whatever. I still remember that when the three of them went to buy a keychain, it cost five yuan each. At the time, I thought it was really
Expensive, I had to pathetically cut three to ten yuan. They had many plans at that time, but they didn’t have enough money...
A broken, beautiful alarm clock, a small piggy bank, and after shaking it, there were still coins in it, a ticket for the Star Dream, a repeater that had been replaced with parts, an English tape, and a yellowed notebook.
After opening it, there were stickers and briefings inside. I copied the lyrics of some old songs, and drew some stars, flowers, beautiful girls, etc. on the side. It seemed that they were used by junior high schools and high schools. There were also two notebooks from that time.
The family income and expenditure diary, open a page at random, it says: July 3, 1998, holiday, Jia Ming, Shasha eats popsicles for two yuan, Lingjing eats jelly for one yuan, go home to eat, no need to buy food...
…Concept band performance, income calculated…
There is also a photo below. There are three masked weirdos on the stage, cucumber, banana, eggplant, Jiaming is so bad... In fact, occasionally Xun will make a guest appearance, and the mask is a big durian...
There is actually an unopened Barbie doll, and the box is well preserved. This is... a birthday gift.
Ha, Uncle Liu...
At that time, Liu Zheng had no talent for giving gifts, mainly because he didn’t know what to give to girls. On his birthday in the first year of high school, he actually asked his younger brother to send him this beautiful Barbie doll. It must be very expensive, so he probably ordered it.
My little brother bought a very expensive and high-end birthday gift that girls like... Now that I think about it, my nose is sore...
All kinds, all kinds of things, piles and piles, a lot of things went to the new residence, but a lot of them still stayed here. When they were in their senior year of high school, the three of them took funny wedding photos, and sometimes they made their home famous.
I dressed up as a girl, and sometimes I and Shasha pretended to be a boy. The photos are in my new house, but the lipsticks and other things used to dress up are still there. It was in the medicine box of the old house, and the scenic postcards collected at that time, beautiful
Xiao Shizi, Jia Ming said they were breaking up, so he went to Guilin alone to buy the "gifts", the air tickets to Vienna, the notices... he slowly took them out. There were so many boxes, it felt like he couldn't finish them all.
After a while, Shasha came up and squatted beside him, picking quietly...
The air in the afternoon was comfortable and leisurely. When Jia Ming came up, two eldest girls were sitting on the floor at the attic. They were both wearing jeans worn when cleaning. Lingjing took off her shoes, and there was some dust on her white socks.
Leaning on her shoulder, she held a Rubik's Cube in her hand and was playing with it. Lingjing was holding a cardboard box, taking out the contents and putting them into the pile of items in front of her. Both of their beautiful cheeks were stained.
Sweat stains and dust, but now the sweat stains have dried, and some marks remain, like the afternoon many years ago, when they were tired from playing, resting in the attic or playing chess together.
In front, many things, big and small, were placed. In the center were two schoolbags, embroidered with Red Star Elementary School and his and Lingjing’s names. Several bats were placed crosswise next to them, and then there were bags of various sizes.
Objects, rag dolls, stamp albums, glass pieces, paper cranes, homework books, music boxes, old photo albums...all kinds of trivial things, hard to count, like a small mountain...
He looked at those things, understood, then walked over with a smile, squatted down, and looked at everything. Lingjing and Shasha gently held one of his hands. There have been many times in this life,
Before he met Lingjing Shasha, he had experienced much more than he did now, but his memory did only gradually begin when these things appeared.
Soon after, Jiaming also sat down, leaning against the wall behind him, Shasha lay on his lap, Lingjing finished placing things, and leaned against his shoulder holding an empty cardboard box, quietly, eyelashes
He was shaking as if he was falling asleep. At a certain moment, Jia Ming seemed to have discovered something and stretched out his hand.
"Ah...it turns out you are still here..."
The small wind chime in the window rang lightly, and a ray of rays of sunlight slanted in from the small window of the attic, enveloping this small, quiet world in the timeless atmosphere. The light was warm and yellow, which belonged to memory.
A color that never fades...
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If this is a movie, if there is a theme song or something like that, it can be played along with the sound of wind chimes. I once tried adding the last piece to Xu Fei's "That Summer" or Luo Dayou's "Childhood" or Shuimu Nianhua's "
"Butterfly Flower" or other songs like this. In the end, I found out that none of them are perfect, so I won't recommend the songs. If you like it, just listen to it yourself.
When I finished Hidden Killing two years ago, I actually still had some thoughts in my mind, and I promised to give Traditional Chinese a sequel. Therefore, in my heart, I didn’t really feel that Hidden Killing was truly over, even if it was
The second part was due in March this year, and I didn’t have much specific knowledge. Now that the second part has been published, it will be released at Qidian next month. When I turned over the manuscript today, I felt that I needed to make some real endings.
I wanted to write something out, so I wrote these three thousand words. Then I thought: This is the last scene for the three of them, Jiaming, Lingjing, and Shasha, in front of readers. In the future... maybe I won't write it again.
They...
In the past two years, although the books are said to be finished, they are still spinning in my mind. I see them often, but after this article, at least at this moment, I feel that there is nothing more that needs to be expressed.
.They are still living in Jianghai, but as for me, I can finally let them go and no longer need to carry them further. Thinking of this, I finally feel a little sad, just like Wang Zheng's "Speak to You"
》The same, they will have their own lives, and I can no longer give them more...
Just like one day not long ago, I found an old photo album. This photo album has not been seen for several years. It contains records of my life, my parents, and my life a long time ago. Sometimes I feel that I have almost forgotten them.
But after opening it, you will feel: Ah, so you are still here...
The things that everyone cherishes are actually there all the time. They must exist somewhere, waiting for you to find them.
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On the afternoon of June 18, 2012 (To be continued, if you want to know what happened, please log in to .readnovel. There are more chapters, support the author, and support genuine reading!)