Pink Memories (short story) 2018.7.26

I sleepwalked back into the house as if I had fallen into an evil spirit. The door was closed, but not locked. When I entered the house, I saw that Liangbao was out and the bicycle was gone, so I knew that Liangbao had gone to the small shop down the slope to buy burning paper. Because I felt that my heart was very messy, I didn't want to do anything, so I just lay in bed. However, as soon as I closed my eyes, I found that my mind was full of the scenes and images I had just encountered. The delicate and beautiful smiling face, the delicate and soft figure, and the clear and melodious singing voice all make me fascinated by a glass of mellow wine. When people are drunk, they can't do anything, they can only stare in a daze. If you drink and get drunk, you will be awake after a good night's sleep. However, the more I lay down, the more intoxicated I became.

So, I got up from the bed, picked up the book and looked at it, but I didn't know what I had read after reading the book for a long time. I couldn't help it, so I took out the test paper and practiced doing the questions. However, before one or two questions were made, the thought broke down. The girl's appearance and smiling face appeared in front of me again. Thinking of her appearance, reading books and doing problems suddenly became boring and meaningless, so I had to throw the books and exercise books aside, and my heart felt like I had lost my soul, and I wanted to find that lovely girl.

However, I can't do this, I'm only seventeen years old, and I'm still a sophomore in high school, so why should I chase after a beautiful country girl? Because I've always done well in my studies, and I'm handsome and handsome, so I never take other girls and girls seriously. I remember when I was in the third year of junior high school, I was almost 1.7 meters tall, and my classmates called me handsome. The girl sitting in front of me was also the deputy class president, not only beautiful, but also had good academic performance, and was the idol of many boys. However, she didn't like other people, she just liked me, and she always turned back to me in class and wrote me a love letter. However, I thought she was a little fat, so I told her that you better lose weight first. As a result, she got angry and hasn't paid any attention to me since. However, after the high school entrance examination, she went to a city key, and I was admitted to a provincial key, and we have never met again.

When I was a freshman in high school, there were two beautiful girls in my class who fell in love with me. One is a member of the study committee and the other is the daughter of the county magistrate. Actually, those two girls are good, they are both very good to me, but I have no feelings for them. I know that girls are always more precocious than boys physically, and in the past girls were married at the age of fourteen or fifteen. But when the boy reaches the age of twenty, he is still stupid. So, I think they're mature, but I'm not mature yet, and I have to wait until I'm mature to find a girlfriend. As for when I'll be able to mature, I think at least after college, so I've decided that I won't be in a relationship until I graduate from college.

What is the age to graduate from college? I did the math, and the earliest was 22 or 23. However, now that I am only seventeen years old, I am fascinated by a country girl whom I meet by chance. Am I mature? I don't know, but I'm deeply in love with that girl. Maybe I've matured, but I haven't met the girl I love. I remember when I was in the fourth grade of primary school, a little girl came from Lanzhou, Gansu Province, she was so beautiful that she couldn't say it, she was really more beautiful than the beauty in the painting, and she was extremely smart. At that time, not to mention that the classmates in the countryside worshipped her as if she were a god, even I raised my head and looked up at her. I was even thinking that this girl was terrible, if she had grown up in the past, she would have been elected to the palace. Later, the girl only stayed in school for half a year and returned to Lanzhou. Since then, I often think of her and feel like I've lost something I have lost when she's gone. If I say that when my love first opened, it was when I began to have attachment to that Lanzhou girl. Being infatuated with that beautiful country girl today should be regarded as an awakening of my love.

Actually, I've been infatuated with some beautiful girls many times, but I've never had sex with any of them. My impression of love comes almost entirely from books and adult conversations. The book that had the most profound influence on me was "First Love", written by the Russian writer Ivan Turgenev. The sweetness and mystery of first love make me have infinite longing and yearning for love. However, in reality, there is no girl who can give me such magic and beauty, so I don't have any feelings for those girls who show me favor. However, to my surprise, just this morning, the mysterious and beautiful girl suddenly appeared, like a stone falling into a deep pool, and swelled on the surface of my calm mind.

When Liangbao came back from buying burning paper, he threw his bicycle to the door, and carried his things into the house, and when he saw me throwing my books on the small table in a mess, sitting in front of the door in a daze, looking out intently, he felt strange and asked, "Why are you stupid?" because he knew that I was very concerned about studying and would never waste time on studying.

I smiled faintly, sighed, and said, "Nothing." He thought I was looking to see the scenery outside, so he said, "When the weather is good, I'll take you out for a walk." I immediately waved my hand and said, "You're busy with you." If I want to go out, I know the way. "Because I know he's going to go out to visit relatives these days.

Liangbao is my aunt's only son, and he is almost twenty years old this year, because his family is poor and his house is dilapidated, and he has not found his sister yet. Therefore, I was alone all day long, and my clothes were not neat. But Liangbao, like his aunt, is very honest and kind. Originally, my father always wanted him to work as a chef in the unit, but he never left home because there was no one to help him farm and take care of the family.

The rice was ready, and some of the leftover dishes from the New Year were hot, and they were served on the small table. There are salted fish, bacon, roasted tofu and stir-fried vegetables. Each dish is very delicious. So, I ate two bowls of rice in a row. Not only are the dishes made by Liangbao delicious, but the mother-in-law and father-in-law in the countryside can make delicious Hunan dishes by pulling a person casually. Otherwise, almost all of the young people who don't get into college go out to work as chefs.

I said to Liangbao, "I don't feel good about any food I eat in Xi'an, so I can eat a small bowl at most, but the more I eat this rice you make, the more I want to eat it." "People in the city use gas for cooking. Cooking is naturally not as delicious as the rice we cook in the countryside with pine branches and straw. I said, "Our people here cook themselves." When I was a child, I loved to eat my aunt's cooking. My aunt's fried winter melon slices, water spinach, and especially my aunt's roasted chicken and smoked fish were the most delicious dishes I have ever eaten in my life. When Liangbao listened, he said, "You like to eat, I'll come back early in the evening and kill a chicken for you." I immediately said, "No, you've only had a few chickens." Let's keep the eggs. ”