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Chapter 12 Daydream (1)

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    My name is Zhou Xin.  If you think that I am the kind of kid who finds everything new and only sits on the street to watch the scenery, you are wrong.

    There is a song that sings like this¡ª¡ª

    Can you see a little girl, girl, girl,

    She wandered around in the city.

    Here she wanders, and there she wanders,

    You can see a little girl, girl, girl.

    Can you see a little boy boy boy,

    He wandered around the city.

    Walk over here, walk over there,

    Can you see a little boy boy boy?

    I am the boy you see, but I am not.  Because, I don't feel like I'm too young.  If there is a strange man staring at me, I think, what I return to him must be his gaze, the gaze of a man!  I don't know where this gaze comes from, it makes people think of loneliness, darkness, wilderness.  I haven't grown into a man yet, but I'm naturally familiar with this look.

    As you can see, I put my hands in my trouser pockets, raised my head, and looked up to the bright sky.  Behind me is the faithful Beichuan.  Since following me, he seems to have forgotten everything.  But I always have a feeling that we and his brother Jiang Chuan are about to get together.  Isn't the earth round?  Even if he is on the other side of the earth and we are on this side, if we keep walking, we will bump into each other, right?

    And my father, I often feel that he is in the tree, in the air, in a very light place, looking at me.  He waited, when I also lightened up and rose behind in the transparent air, so I could put my hand in his

    You will see, my face is shining like many people in the sun.  My lips have been moving, because I sang all the way, not very loudly, but no matter how noisy the environment is, I will let myself hear my singing.

    Beichuan was listening.  He's always listening for any sound I make.

    When I walked too fast, he would grab my clothes, lest he be separated from me.  I like the feeling of being attached and grasped. If we walk on the ground, I am his protector. If I go to the air and he is still on the ground, I am his kite, and the spool is in his hand.  turn.

    We keep going forward, unless we can't find the way, we will go back the same way.

    This city is too big, it attracts us, and it has been going on like this.  When I kept walking and walking, maybe what I saw was not arcades, hotels, shopping malls, advertisements, fashion, maybe I just walked into daydreams one after another.

    Those who have been children, and those who are still children, know that the dream world of daydreams and the reality of reality are not so distinct. Sometimes they are separated by a thin film, and sometimes they are completely separated.  together.

    Especially when the sounds of the city hypnotize you.  You find that you can leave the road lightly, as if the heat has lifted you up and become so light, like a kite, like a little dust, like a piece of beautiful gift wrapping paper, like the florist just peeled off  A petal, they are darker in color and full of red, even if they fall, they are beautiful.

    You swiped your arms lightly, and you slid over the heads of the big children who ate grilled squid and dipped fish balls.  They turned their faces up in surprise, twisted their necks from left to right, and kept their eyes on you.

    They said, "Wow!"

    Red garlic sauce dripped from the corners of their mouths, and the squid tendrils on the bamboo skewers began to stretch, as if they were alive in the water.

    Someone said: "Get him! Get him! He's the one"

    Are you a thief?  No, no!  You're just a kid who can fly.

    I flew up, like a transparent kite, like a petal of a redbud flower, fluttering in the warm air.

    The guard's hands went up, trying to catch a pair of funny waif feet in the air.  When they jumped up to try, you rose in time and made a big spin in the air, bringing out a big air current, which hung down to the ground like a spiral, gathering the shredded paper at their feet, breathing  Rolled to the side of the road.

    As soon as you turned around in the air, you passed the small square selling discounted clothes.  At the entrance of the shopping mall, there is a golden sculpture of a real beauty, wearing a golden wedding dress, she looks so much like Sister Yuanyang!  Only, she couldn't move.

    Some people exclaimed, some people were stunned, a few children cheered happily, broke free from the hands of their parents, and ran over, trying to keep up with you

    You cross the streets effortlessly.  rays of the sunsp; I think of Jacques.  Jacques is really a person with a peculiar way of thinking and his own independent style.

    The beer was poured into the throat, it was cold and spicy, and the burning heat in the stomach was relieved at once.

    "Ah Huang, we can't underestimate Ultraman." Ah Xing said.

    "Of course, I think, he will become a great figure in the future."

    I said: "I am not Ultraman."

    They leaned towards me in surprise: "Why?"

    I stammered: "Ultraman, Digimon, Digimon, I don't play them all. It's too childish!"

    "Well," Ah Huang said aggrievedly, "I love playing Digimon games and handheld games."

    A Xing said: "Altman said childish, that is childish!"

    Ah Huang fell silent docilely.

    I am also silent.

    Soon, we all laughed.  Slowly, all of them got drunk, bumped each other with beer bottles, and took a sip after touching each other.

    The wine bottle is also strong enough, because we can no longer control our own strength, clinking glasses becomes bottle and bottle beating.

    One by one, we fell down, our buttocks slipped all the way, and we sat on the ground.

    Ah Xing kept talking, as if telling them a story, saying that a big boss in Shenzhen, when he first arrived in the south, lived by picking up cans.

    My stomach was bloated and uncomfortable, and my whole body was out of control.

    I said: "I'm going to fly!"

    They laughed.

    "Fly! Fly!"

    I am a speck of dust, blown by the wind, floating around, no one knows where I land.  But I know myself, the dust is going to find another dust.

    I seem to hear the sound of the piano, as if my father is playing the violin.

    Fly, fly.  When the music is played, the dust is where there is music, and where there is light, it makes a sound.  The sun shines, and the dust dances in the sun¡ªjust a little sunlight, and the dust can shine.

    What will happen in the future, I don't know.

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