Looking at the glitter in his son's eyes as he spoke, Li Jianguo nodded and exhaled softly.

Yesterday, I slapped my son hard, and I still had that feeling in my hand, and the same hand pulled my son home, like grasping an untamed little beast.

After only one day, the son seemed to have faded away from the greenness, and his speech became strange but more and more organized.

Pain can make people grow, Li Jianguo vaguely remembers such a sentence.

It's just that his son's growth is so fast, but he began to feel more strange tastes, and his heart is both proud and heavy.

Is it true that the more painful a person is, the faster he will grow?

He didn't want to guess where his son had been since he ran out of the house yesterday, and what he had thought about, because the image would be too much for him to bear.

After a long exhale, Li Jianguo looked out the window, where he could see the mountains in the distance, the blue one followed the blue of the sky in the sun.

He twisted his head, his fingers rubbing the edge of the paper.

“...... Yiming, you said this city," Li Jianguo looked at his son, "beautiful and ugly...... Do you mean really?"

"Really, that's how it will be in the future. ”

"Well... So what's this husky?"

"It's a kind of foreign dog, it's bigger, it looks like it looks good, and it's always a surprised look. ”

"But how many children know about this kind of dog now?" Li Jianguo shook his head, "Do you want to change it to a dog?"

"Well," Li Yiming nodded, "Then I'll change to a Chinese pastoral dog." ”

"Chinese Pastoral Dog?" Li Jianguo was even more confused, he still hadn't heard the name, but Zhonghua heard it very clearly.

"It's our Chinese native dog, the scientific name, oh, yes, just popularize it here, save it later, say that there is no famous dog in China, we also have a good dog! The rhubarb in our yard is the Chinese pastoral dog, you see how well-behaved it is!"

Li Jianguo shook his head with a smile, his son's seemingly simple fairy tale really stuffed with I don't know how many dry goods.

"It feels like meat and bones, and although it's for children, it's really nutritious. ”

Li Jianguo spoke, then looked down, stopping from time to time to ask Li Yiming a few words.

"Yiming, what do these wolves mean by raising rabbits?"

"I just want people to know that rabbits are easy to raise. ”

"But you compare us to rabbits. You still have these cooking methods, braised and stewed white cut spicy cumin, what is this cumin?"

"It's a fairy tale, Dad! Cumin is a spice, I forgot to write white cut. ”

"Forget it, if you don't write, others know how to do it. ”

"Okay!"

It was as if the father and son were learning some kind of document.

When he saw the rabbit dance, Li Jianguo smiled slightly.

Li Yiming hummed the song softly.

"How could you?"

"I don't know, that's it. Li Yiming hesitated, "Maybe I came here with those books, where I hid it." ”

"If only you could sing those songs. Li Jianguo is full of expectations.

"It doesn't matter, there's always going to be someone who makes the tune. Li Yiming said confidently.

He believes in this as if life should be good, and those melodies are there, waiting to be discovered.

Maybe one day, at a certain moment, a teenager, a child, when passing by a landscape, will suddenly stop and sing these songs of their own softly.

No matter what his name is, it doesn't matter, the moment the beauty is created, it will bring countless people to touch.

......

Li Jianguo looked at it page by page, silently reading it in his mouth.

The lyrics above are also read word for word.

Seeing the last part, the friends flew away in a balloon, and Shenlong sent the song "The Journey of the Sea and Life".

After only a few words, Li Jianguo quickly turned his head, wiped the back of his hand on his eyes quickly, and turned his head still low.

But Li Yiming had already seen the corners of his reddish eyes.

He quickly turned his head, not wanting to see his father's sad appearance, which would make him unbearable.

Fingers gently swiped on the head of the bed, I don't know what it was drawing, the old mixed wood bedside with pulp, I have been sleeping for many years.

Maybe in a few days, this bed will leave its own life.

Will it be worth a lot of money in the future?

Perhaps!

A bed is not made of precious materials, it is simple in workmanship, and its value depends only on who has slept on it.

Maybe many years later, people will tell their own strange stories, Li Yiming's eyes wander, and the words he once wrote with a pen on them may be analyzed for countless meanings.

If that's the case, it's boring.

......

"This..."Li Jianguo suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

Li Yiming turned his head.

"This sentence," my father asked, pointing to a place on the manuscript, pushing it over, in a slightly hoarse voice, "is it the one you wrote about the Messick Wasteland Earthquake?"

He remembered that the burned letter had written about something similar, but it wasn't called Messic, it was called Mexico.

Li Jianguo didn't know Mexico, but he knew Cuba.

Because of that letter, Li Yiming was dragged into the principal's office, interrogated, and expelled from school, but this time Li Yiming wrote it into a fairy tale.

I don't know why my son insists so much, he has to ask clearly.

"It's Mexico. Li Yiming wrote a few letters on the table with his fingers, "I changed my name." But Mexico is best known for its cactus, which they use for cooking. ”

That's what you said in the letter. ”

"If I had written correctly, I would have been able to predict the earthquake twenty years from now. ”

Li Yiming lowered his eyes, and his tone was low and firm: "You can kill a lot of people, although there are few mentions in the story, and it is not detailed, but I seem to know that there are really heavy casualties......"

Li Jianguo sighed, more than twenty years later.

"Let's see this time first, right......" Li Jianguo looked at it carefully, "You didn't write the time either." ”

"I can't find a specific time, it seems like it's this month. ”

"How does this country have to do with us?"

"I don't know, generally, it seems to be going with the United States, but their immigration to the United States is not good for the Chinese. Li Yiming whispered a few words, all of which were mentioned in the story, but not all stories said so.

"Oh, it's not good for the Chinese, forget it. ”

Li Jianguo stopped talking, and the letter was not sent anyway, and now it makes no sense to go to the street and shout that there is an earthquake in a country across the world, this is just a small county town in the mountains, and many people don't even know if there is such a country on the earth.

After reviewing the draft, Li Jianguo picked up the carbon paper and began to copy those manuscripts: "Copy a few copies first, I will go to the provincial supply and marketing cooperatives the day after tomorrow, and I have already said hello, there is a photocopier, and there will be more printing points there when the time comes!"

"Well, give money. Li Yiming said.

Li Jianguo paused and shook his head: "They don't charge again." ”

Then there is no way, Li Yiming also shook his head slightly, picked up two fairy tale manuscripts, and read them again.

"Blue Star Village", which was completed today, can end with this plot.

In the evening and tomorrow, I will think about "Meow Meow Shop", and tomorrow I will finish writing that book.

Then we will see if these two books can be published, and maybe we will have to find a relationship.

relationship, Li Yiming thinks that his father will definitely be able to do this, he has traveled from south to north, knows a lot of people, and is especially able to smoke and chat.

Li Yiming often saw his father chatting casually with a passerby, and when he parted, he looked like a comrade-in-arms who had been separated for many years and wanted to start singing goodbye.

I don't seem to have this talent, Li Yiming sighed softly in his heart.