The layout of Furuli is a series of small courtyards side by side along the road, the alley is nearly 400 meters long, and the Zixin Road, which is almost parallel to the west, converges at the end of the alley on the north side to form a point, looking down from a high place, just like the same long "A" word. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info If the left side of the vertical is the new road, then the right side of the vertical is Furuli. And the position of the triangle above the horizontal line of the "A" is precisely Hong Yanwu's home.

Hong Yanwu had to walk on this road every day throughout his teenage years. Going to school, getting to and from school, chasing, hiding, fighting, shopping, and countless trips back and forth on this road made him so familiar with this road that he could find his home even with his eyes closed.

The alley is still as shabby and deserted as I remember. Along the way, the walls passing by were very mottled, some of the plastered walls had fallen off, revealing the covered green bricks, and some of the walls and door openings were still covered with dried yellow dead grass. The wooden poles were all close to the wall, and on the crisp wires, only a few sparrows were flying up and down the ground in search of food. In addition, there was not a single passerby, and Hong Yanwu's ears only had the sound of his feet rubbing on the road.

This is not new. It's a cooler time of year, and people are not so willing to come out. Moreover, during the time of work and school, most of the bungalows are only elderly and preschool children, and it is not normal for a person to walk from one end of the alley to the other. When Hong Yanwu skipped school in the past, he was hardly seen by acquaintances in the alley. After the like, the capital is full of people, and it is difficult to find a quiet place when you go out.

Of course, there will be times when the alley is lively, but it is not too late. For example, in the early morning, there will be a lot of hustle and bustle for those who exercise in the morning, walk the birds, buy breakfast, and go to work. At noon, the ringer of the sharpening knife will attract some resentment from the people who take a lunch break. In the middle of the evening, after work, after school, and grocery shopping, the alley will be lively for a while, and the rest is the sound of children chasing and playing, and the smell of steamed dumplings flowing from the courtyards.

Sure enough, after a few steps, a few sparrows on the ground were startled into the sky by the loud nursery rhyme, and fluttered and flew down on the roof and wires. Immediately afterwards, Hong Yanwu saw two boys with patches on their knees and faces as dirty as civet tigers (in the local language, referring to frogs) in a courtyard gate in front of him, rushing out one after the other.

These two little naughty people are almost seven or eight years old, and they run into the alley to chase and play. They rushed to shout while running, "You are my soldier, follow me, not my soldier, fart, go to Nanjing to feed the eagle, the eagle has not eaten, send it to the Baba pit, I am not afraid if you beat me, I will go to the capital to find the boss, the boss has a machine gun, shoot three shots on your ass, I am not afraid if you beat me, I will go to the capital to find the second child, the second child has a chicken paw, specially pick your fat pants, swish, swish, you money into my pocket......"

Deeper in the alley, Hong Yanwu saw from a distance that there were several teenage girls with pigtails who had just walked out of the courtyard. The clothes and trousers they wore were either wide or short, and they didn't fit well. I am afraid that because of the lack of life, I have to wear clothes passed down from my brothers and sisters, or I have grown and developed too fast, and my clothes have not been updated.

But even if the ill-fitting clothes will cause great inconvenience, it still can't stop these little girls from devoting themselves to the fun of jumping rubber bands. After wrapping a rubber band around the telephone pole in front of their house, they began to jump and fly between two three or four meters long rubber bands. While jumping and jumping, he also chirped and recited the mantra, as happy as a few little sparrows.

"Small leather balls, banana pears, maran blossoms twenty-one, two eight two five six, two eight two five seven, two eight two nine thirty-one ......"

The closer Hong Yanwu got closer to the mantra, the clearer he listened, and a warm emotion suddenly emerged. And at this moment, Furuli also seems to have become a condensed time corridor of thirty years, making him slow down.

What can be avoided is the years, and what cannot be avoided is childhood.

The happiness of these children is something that Hong Yanwu has lost for a long time. In this alley, he used to play carefree like this. He not only photographed triangles on this street, but also went to the house to steal mulberries from the No. 7 courtyard, shot down the pigeons in the No. 11 courtyard with a stretched bow, and even blocked the chimney of the street revolutionary committee at night. Whether it is the rustling hundred-year-old trees in the alleys, or the sunlight shining on the road through the shade of the trees, he has witnessed the figure of beckoning cats and dogs, birds and chickens.

Thinking of the bad things he did when he was a child, Hong Yanwu smiled unconsciously. The coziness of stealing mouths, the excitement of naughtyness, and the triumph of smiling evilly, are always as fresh as yesterday. And he also deeply felt that whether it was the smooth words shouted by the two boys just now, or this band-jumping formula, the creator was definitely a genius. The height of this art can stun all linguists, mathematicians, and logicians.

With the laughter of the girls, Hong Yanwu went deeper and deeper step by step. Slowly, the happy ballad was left behind, and in the distance, the outline of the home suddenly emerged from the fork in the alley.

The foundation of the yard is a meter higher than the road, and the familiar doorway sits on a ten-step high. The original brick carving statues on the courtyard walls and door openings on both sides were all smashed when the "four olds were broken", and now only the traces of the original patterns are left, which is considered to be decoration. The courtyard gate is a dark vermilion, mottled paint without a door knocker, which shows that it has experienced the arbitrary destruction of the years and has been included in the series of "Once in the Sea". This is where he grew up, the old courtyard where he lived for 20 years - the east courtyard of Guanyin Temple.

When he walked to the courtyard, Hong Yanwu stepped on the familiar bluestone steps in a few steps, and the gate leading to his home was close at hand.

The sunlight shining on the doorway, the bright light, the cold air, the peeling red paint of the courtyard door, the mud and moss stained wall roots, these objectively existing substances constitute a familiar feeling. For a moment, it diffused from his big toe touching the steps, quickly mixing with his senses of touch, smell, sight, and taste.

Hong Yanwu seemed to hear his father's cough in the yard, and his mother was carrying a boiling kettle to pour boiling water into a thermos. My sister's hens were clucking and pecking in the yard, and the open door was occasionally blown by the breeze and squeaked......

It was all like a dream, a dream he had been dreaming for years, and now it was in front of his eyes.

He was stupid, standing quietly, something fixed him there, and he couldn't take a step again.

Of course, Hong Yanwu remembers that he was born and raised in this courtyard, and most of his mischievous childhood and youthful youth were spent here. In those days when he was together with his relatives, he drank the bean juice from the flour mill, ate the fried sesame tofu in mutton fat, smelled the familiar smell of home, and thought that his siblings would be able to stay together in this small silence forever. The four children of the Hong family used to go in and out of Panhuan here, crying, laughing and playing. He, his brother and sister have raised pigeons, crickets, grasshoppers, goldfish, kites, and swings in this yard...... It's impossible to tell how many stories and emotions have been played out here.

But his relatives and neighbors couldn't have imagined that in the previous life, it was he who personally made this old mansion disappear, turning it into a rubble field and a desolation that could not be picked up.

Hong Yanwu's mind still remembers the scene of the entire Guanyin Temple being razed to the ground by him.

It was an autumn afternoon, and the house was toppled by a ruthless bulldozer and turned into shattered rubble in the dust of the storm. The road next to it is full of traffic and the sound of modern atmosphere is aggressive. Originally, this was a secluded deep alley, the house was demolished, and the shelter was gone, so it seemed empty and direct, and there was the abruptness of looking up to see the traffic, and there was panic in broad daylight. The whole land is presented to everyone like a young woman with her pants stripped off, which makes people feel that the pace of modernization is rapid, rough, and even ruthless.

Passers-by passed by with expressionless faces. And those old neighbors who have countless emotions for the old house can only look for and smell on the brick mound like a dog in the scorching sun, looking for the smell of home, and looking for the wisps of the old days buried in the ruins. For them, falling to the rumble of a bulldozer is not only their house, but also an irreplaceable experience in their lives. This deep affection has been deeply imprinted in their hearts, but it can only disappear with the demolition of the house.

They have no choice, they have no choice. It is the hot real estate business that will move this place to the ground, and the high-rise buildings of reinforced concrete will rise here.

In the collapse and shattering of the old house, he was the only one who was happy at the rumble of the bulldozer. At the cost of the bitter regrets of his old neighbors, he gained a lot of wealth. In the process of forcibly taking away his two older brothers, his revenge is satisfied.

Only now, he finally understands his narrow-mindedness, and realizes the helplessness of passing away the details of his past life and the uneasiness of emotional loss. This feeling is the remorse brought to him by his long-term rootless life.

What's the point of losing your home and self even if you earn the world?

He was really ashamed of this old courtyard.

Hong Yanwu's hand touched the wooden courtyard door where the vermilion paint was almost gone, and stroked it with cherishment.

At this moment, he was surprised to find that he could still see the crooked words on the gate of the courtyard, "Heizi is the eighth king".

Fortunately, all the mistakes have been reversed by time.

Kannon-in Temple is still there, and his home is still there.