In the early summer of 1990, Bu Shang plucked a handful of freshly ripe cherries from the cherry tree and handed them to his three-year-old son. The cherry tree is located in a corner of the courtyard, and it was originally planned to dig a small pond next to this kind of maple tree, so that when autumn comes, you can sit in the yard and enjoy the maple leaves, and the fiery red leaves will also fall in the flowing water, forming a different kind of interest. But he thought that the maple tree changes with the flow of the seasons, and the aesthetic interest brought by the flow of time on the maple leaf surface is too chic, and it is easy to be captured.

If you want the little boy to live a healthy, strong and happy life, the maple leaves that are too beautiful may not have a positive guide to his growth. Therefore, superstition is planted on the cloth of this way, and the ordinary, practical, beautiful and rich cherry trees are planted.

At this time, in addition to work, Fushang had already focused most of his energy on the cultivation of his son. The three-year-old boy is energetic and endearing, and he is overwhelmed by the new life experience that comes with a small life. Occasionally, he felt low on energy. The mind on the cloth is open due to inertia, and every time he encounters something new, he can't help but think, he often makes all kinds of metaphors in his heart, just like a pedantic writer who needs to take out a paper and write down inspiration at any time, which is needless to say that it is also a necessary quality for a person trained in the media, but his son's cute and immature appearance, words and deeds, also grabbing the eyeballs on the cloth from time to time, make him can't help but want to project all his energy on him, at this time the 33-year-old Fugami agrees with the point of view that he forgot which book to look at——" It is impossible to touch eternity (far) with one hand and life with the other. ”

He picked up his son, who had a pair of sparkling eyes, and stroked the back of his little head with his hand. When the little boy held his stubble face in his tender hands, his whole brain, body and mind fell into the satisfaction of tenderness and sweetness without conditions. Therefore, for countless small moments, he couldn't help but admire: the moment is eternity, and eternity exists in this way. The young skin of his son's body, his words, clung to him, and the sound of happy laughter echoed in the air of his home.

As they played by the river, he watched the sun break through the river beside his little figure, and when the shadow of the clear flowing water swept away in the shallow stream, he was convinced that eternity existed there, "It is impossible to touch eternity with one hand and life with the other." Like all fathers, he always wished that his son would remain so lovely, that he would not grow up, that time would stop, and that he would see that the flow of the river itself was eternal. How intoxicating the moment of eternity!

After giving birth to a child, his wife, who had become modest and docile, always had dinner with her, and no matter how busy she was, she tried her best to cook at home, carefully arranging the delicate and palatable meals on the table covered with a warm tablecloth, which was a Western-style tablecloth she had brought back from the United States, and the large red flowers embroidered by hand were pressed under the transparent glass panels, reflecting almost the entire restaurant, and the wife's taste in the family of diplomats was unabashedly revealed at home, she was originally a lively person, perhaps a mother, and she revealed a certain inviolable perseverance from time to time with children。 But to herself, she always tried her best to be docile and considerate.

Thirty-three years old, how unexpected! After the fusion of fantasy and expectation with reality, they have disappeared, and the smooth and comfortable life has made the will to resist reality also disappear, smoothing the edges and corners, everything is so different from what was once imagined, but thanks to the blessing of the two women, how happy I am now!

When his wife was still his fiancée, he recalled her angrily yelling, "I can't stand you anymore, stupid, monotonous," and that criticism had been going on for some time, often at the dinner table, including for her personality who was always immersed in her own world and couldn't spend her energy on others. "You are always absent-minded, you don't care about other people's enthusiasm, you always say something discouraging, and you don't cherish me at all", one accusation after another is listed like a crime, and there is stubbornness in his eyes, revealing a sad look. Now Bu Shang has to admit that what she said is the truth, but now, the wife has not shown any dignified demeanor and attitude.

And Yang Zhu, although the tenderness and sweetness of being with her are incomparable to the unconditional giving of children, but what was once intoxicated by the beauty of youth itself, and now? She has entered the empty door and is completely isolated from the worldly world where I live, she will no longer have worldly children and homes, does the place where she is isolated from the world let her get what she once expected, the place where the blue sky is washed and empty? If this is the case, four years, only four years, four years have passed, has her face been tempered by the corresponding isolation time? If we had continued to be entangled in an inseparable relationship, and our fiancée and son had returned, what would have been the situation now? I am afraid that I will be reduced to the greasy and dirt of complete red dust like the following three indiscriminate TV dramas; Stopping four years before the world, I suddenly went to another time and space, something else.

The mesoness and pain of the world will no longer soak her, and the impermanence and ugliness of this world will have nothing to do with her. The secular floodgates have been closed by her, and when the moon is empty, her figure must still be looking up at the dusty moon, no, I am afraid that it has merged with the moonlight.

What an incredible thirty-three-year-old, two years ago I would never have imagined such a situation.

Two years ago, after receiving Yang Zhu's farewell letter, Bu Shang's mind was in turmoil, and he hurriedly packed his luggage and rushed to the airport. Yang Zhu was no longer at home, but was told by the community guard that a letter to him had just arrived. Even he didn't know what he was going to do if he forcibly asked the leader to take leave to return to Beijing, but he still allowed his wayward mood to board the plane.

The letter I left for myself came from the United States, and it was also attached to a photo, in which the chubby and round baby was held by his fiancée whom he had not met for a long time, with an innocent smiling face, inlaid on a photo paper with lace-shaped edges, with a calm and peaceful atmosphere. It can be said that the baby's appearance is not much different from that of the cloth when he was a child. The letter was to the effect that when the summer passed and the weather was easy to move, they would take their children back to Beijing, hoping that each other would take on their responsibilities as parents.

Confused, the cloth dragged around the house with unusually heavy steps, slippers, toothbrushes, clothes, and the smell of Yang Zhu at home, but there was no figure of her at all, but the photos of the baby often appeared in his mind, anger made him lower his head, and he decided to go to Mount Emei, Sichuan to find Yang Zhu at dawn. But the next day, he just lay in bed for a day, came back to his senses, and blamed his fiancée for not saying goodbye at that time to no avail. He ignored the colleagues who came to knock on the door, and on the third day, he simply plugged the cat's eye on the door with a strip of cloth, "Don't come to me again." ”

In the dark room with the curtains closed, he imagined the scenes with Yang Zhu: roasted sweet potatoes in Beijing winter, a movie that was picked up one by one, and a big bag that came back from a trip together. Yang Zhu can always arouse her lust regardless of the occasion, although she does nothing, just sits quietly next to him, this may be the charm of youth, but Yang Zhu's beauty is undoubted, in the taxi, see her long hair floating, gracefully exposed neck, on the cloth to see her penis erect in the pants Even in the corner of the subway, he kissed her hair that bulged in a beautiful curl at the back of her head, and while marveling at her impeccable hair, he took her hand in his arms to the pants with his cock up, and she used her hand to achieve the forbidden pleasure in the darkness of the public......

He imagined that Yang Zhu would return here tomorrow, telling himself that all this, his fiancée's letter and the child were all a dream, and imagined that Yang Zhu was walking towards him at the corner of a beach building on the island, and he opened his hands and held her tightly in his arms, and the two of them were laughing......

However, the smiling faces of young children looming in the distance are getting clearer and closer......

He really wanted to know how those who were older than him spent all their days, and he really wanted to wake up, and many years had passed. is so depressed, sometimes missing, sometimes blaming and angry, sometimes crying...... Waking up in a daze, listening to the sound of crystal balls shattering in my ears, and drinking beer from the empty refrigerator, a month has passed.

Pulling the curtains, the world did not change in any way because of his depression, the street market in the distance was full of life, as if the world had not been frozen with the dazzling sun, and the scene he was facing did not stop because of avoidance, but became closer and closer. Autumn is coming, and Bu Shang remembered that he went to climb Xiangshan with Yang Zhu at this time last year, and the cicadas echoed in the sparsely populated summer mountains. She smiled and sang and walked in front. The lyrics are easy to understand: I want to drink the cleanest water, I want to reach the highest mountain......

There were no letters to myself in the communication room.

In the smoke of rising cigarettes, the cloth decided to cheer up. The trade-offs have lost their meaning, and the reality is inescapable of bearing it.

Instead of having no expectations in your heart, losing faith, and living like a boiled frog in warm water and not being able to keep your heart clear, it is better to put yourself into a job you love and burn yourself in the work.

"At least the job is willing. He brushed off the cigarette butt.

On the first Friday of October, when I got home from work, I saw a woman holding her one-year-old child in her arms, facing away from her in front of the window in the hallway. He let them in, and the toddler was asleep. A powerful desire for revenge rose from the bottom of Bu Shang's heart, and his mind was in turmoil, and he decided to abandon the fragments of the crystal ball he had cared for before, and tore the skirt of his fiancée, who was placing the toddler, from behind, from the waist, and pressed her to the ground without a steady center of gravity.