The layout of Furuli is that small courtyards are lined up side by side along the road. The alley is nearly 400 meters long. Zixin Road, which is almost parallel to the west, converges into a point at the end of the alley in the north. Looking down from a high place, it looks like a long
A long "a". If the vertical line on the left is Zixin Road, then the vertical line on the right is Fululi. And the position of the triangle above the horizontal line of the "a" is exactly Hong Yanwu's home.
Hong Yanwu walked on this road every day throughout his youth. Going to and from school, chasing, hiding, fighting, shopping, and going back and forth on this road countless times made him so familiar with the road that he could see it even with his eyes closed.
Find your home.
The alley is still as in memory, dilapidated and deserted. Along the way, the walls passing by are very mottled. Some plastered walls have fallen off, revealing the covered blue bricks, and some wall tops and door openings.
The roof tiles are still covered with dried yellow grass. The wooden telegraph poles are all standing close to the wall. On the few clear wires, there are only a few sparrows flying up and down looking for food. Apart from that, there are no passers-by.
, Hong Yanwu's ears could only hear the sound of his own feet scraping against the road.
This is not new. It is relatively cold in this season, and people are not so willing to go out. Moreover, during work and school hours, most of the bungalow courtyards are filled with only the elderly and preschool children. It is normal for there to be no one walking from one end of the alley to the other.
When Hong Yanwu skipped school in the past, he was rarely seen by acquaintances in the alleys. Things were different now, when the capital was full of people and people would get upset when he went out. It was difficult to find a quiet place.
Of course, there are also lively times in the alley, but it’s noon. For example, in the early morning, there will be a lot of noise among people doing morning exercises, walking around, buying breakfast, and going to work. At noon, people sharpening knives and replenishing pots will be buzzing.
People who had to take a lunch break expressed some resentment. After a while, the alley would be lively for a while, with people returning from work, school, and grocery shopping. The only sounds left were the sounds of children chasing and playing, and the sounds of children from various courtyards.
The aroma of steamed dumplings flowed out of it.
Sure enough, after walking a few steps, several sparrows on the ground were frightened by the loud sound of nursery rhymes. They flew up to the sky and landed on the roof and on the wires. Immediately afterwards, Hong Yanwu saw two people in a courtyard gate ahead.
Boys with patched knees and dirty faces that looked like Hualihu (a native language for frogs) rushed out one after another.
These two naughty little naughty boys, both about seven or eight years old, ran into the alley chasing each other happily. As they ran, they shouted, "You are my soldier, come with me, you are not my soldier, so fart bang!"
, I went to Nanjing to feed the eagle, but the eagle didn't eat, so I sent it to the Baba pit. I'm not afraid if you hit me. I'll go to the capital to find the boss. The boss has a machine gun and shoot you three times in the butt. I'm not afraid if you hit me. I'll go to the capital.
Look for the second child, the second child has a chicken claw, specially designed to pick off your fat pants, swish, swish, swish, your money will go into my pocket..."
Deeper in the alley, Hong Yanwu saw from a distance that several teenage girls with braids had just walked out of the courtyard. Some of the clothes they wore were wide, some were short, and none of them fit well. I'm afraid they were.
Because of financial constraints, I have to wear clothes passed down from my brothers and sisters, or because I grow and develop too fast, my clothes cannot be updated in time.
But even though ill-fitting clothes bring great inconvenience, they still can't stop these little girls from fully immersing themselves in the fun of rubber band jumping. After they wrapped the rubber bands on the telephone poles in front of their homes, they began to jump on two 3-4 meter long rubber bands.
The long rubber bands were jumping and flying. While jumping and jumping, they were also chirping chants, as happy as a few little sparrows.
The closer Hong Yanwu got, the clearer he could hear the chanting, and a warm emotion suddenly emerged. At this moment, Furuli seemed to be a time corridor condensed for thirty years, which made him slow down his pace.
What can be avoided is the years, but what cannot be avoided is childhood.
The happiness in these children is something that Hong Yanwu has lost for a long time. In this alley, he used to play carefree like this. Not only did he take pictures of triangles and cicadas on this street, but he also
Fang secretly picked mulberries in Courtyard No. 7, shot down pigeons in Courtyard No. 11 with a bow, and even blocked the chimney of the Street Revolutionary Committee at night. On the roof of every house in Furuli
The footprints of his wanton wanderings have been left behind. Whether it is the rustling century-old trees in the alley or the sunlight shining through the shade of the trees on the road, they have all witnessed him attracting cats and dogs, and chasing birds and chickens.
Thinking of the bad things he did when he was a child, Hong Yanwu smiled unconsciously. The pleasure of cheating, the excitement of mischief, and the triumph of the evil smile were always as fresh as yesterday. And he also deeply felt that no matter what the two boys shouted just now,
The creator of both the jingle and the rubber band jumping formula is definitely a genius. This level of art can make all linguists, mathematicians, and logicians stunned.
As the girls laughed and laughed, Hong Yanwu walked deeper and deeper step by step. Slowly, the happy songs were left behind, and in the distance, the outline of his home suddenly emerged from the fork in the alley.
The foundation of the courtyard is one meter higher than the road, and the familiar doorway is located on ten steps. The original brick statues on the walls of the courtyard on both sides and on the lintel of the doorway were all smashed during the "Four Olds" campaign.
Nowadays, only traces of the original pattern remain, which can be regarded as decoration. The courtyard door is an old vermilion color with mottled paint and no door knocker. It can be seen that it has experienced arbitrary damage over the years and has been included in the "Once Upon a Time"
"series. This is where he grew up, the old courtyard where he lived for twenty years - the east courtyard of Guanyin Yuan.
When he reached the courtyard, Hong Yanwu stepped onto the familiar bluestone steps in a few steps, and the courtyard door leading to his home was within easy reach.
The sun shines on the doorway, the bright light, the cool air, the peeling red paint of the courtyard door, and the walls stained with mud and moss. These objectively existing materials all form a familiar feeling. For a moment, from the big toe touching the steps
It spread everywhere and quickly mixed into his sense of touch, smell, vision, and taste.
Hong Yanwu seemed to hear his father's cough in the yard, while his mother was holding a kettle and pouring boiling water into a thermos. The hens raised by his sister were clucking and pecking in the yard, and the open door was occasionally blown by the breeze.
A squeaking sound...
All of this was like a dream, a dream he had been having many years ago, but now it was definitely before his eyes.
He was in a daze, standing quietly, something held him there, unable to take another step.
Of course Hong Yanwu remembered that he was born and grew up in this courtyard, and that he spent most of his naughty childhood and youthful years here. In those days when he got together with his relatives, what he drank was from
The bean juice brought from the noodle shop and the sesame tofu fried in mutton fat were eaten. The familiar smell of home was smelled, and the thought was that the brothers and sisters could stay together forever in this small and quiet place. The four children of the Hong family once
We walked in and out here, crying, laughing and playing. He, his brother and sister, raised pigeons, crickets, grasshoppers, goldfish, flew kites, and swung on swings in this courtyard... So many stories were performed here, and so many emotions were expressed.
, can’t tell clearly.
But his relatives and neighbors could not imagine that in the last life, it was he who personally destroyed this old house and turned it into a rubble field and a desolation that could not be cleaned up.
Hong Yanwu still remembered the scene of the entire Guanyin Yuan site being razed to the ground by him.
It was an autumn afternoon, and the house was torn down by ruthless bulldozers and turned into broken rubble in the dust. Cars were passing by on the road next to it, and the sound of modern atmosphere was overwhelming. Originally, this was a secluded deep alley, and the house was
After it was demolished and the cover was gone, it looked empty and direct. There was the abruptness of looking up at the traffic and the fear of being in broad daylight. The whole land appeared in front of everyone like a young woman with her pants taken off, which made people feel
The pace of modernization is rapid, rough, and even ruthless.
Pedestrians passed by expressionlessly. Those old neighbors who had placed countless emotions on the old house could only search and smell the bricks and dirt like home-loving dogs under the scorching sun.
The smell of home is searching for the traces of the past buried in the ruins. For them, falling to the rumble of bulldozers is not only their house, but also an irreplaceable experience in their lives. This kind of
The deep feelings have been deeply imprinted in their hearts, but they can only disappear with the demolition of the house.
They have no choice, they have no choice. It is the booming real estate industry that will flatten this place, and high-rise buildings made of reinforced concrete will rise here.
In the collapse and shattering of the old house, he was the only one who felt happy amidst the rumble of bulldozers. He gained huge wealth at the expense of the deep regrets of his old neighbors. In the process of forcibly driving away his two brothers,
His desire for revenge was satisfied.
Now, he finally understands his own narrow-mindedness, and feels the helplessness of losing the details of his past life and the uneasiness of emotional loss. This feeling is the regret brought to him by a long-term rootless life.
Even if we gain the world but lose our home and ourselves, what's the point?
He felt really guilty about this old courtyard.
Hong Yanwu's hand touched the wooden courtyard door whose vermilion paint was almost peeling off, and he caressed it cherishingly.
At this moment, he was surprised to find that he could still clearly see the crooked words on the courtyard door that he had always remembered as a child, "Heizi is a bastard."
Fortunately, all mistakes have been corrected by time.
Guanyin Yuan is still there, and his home is still there.