People who can play together, that's my definition of friends in my childhood. Now adults, another definition has been added: someone who will never forget. In those days in the wet rain Jiangnan, there were many children who could play together, but there were not many who really remembered. The ones I remember, such as Chen Jia and Liu Weijian, are my friends.

In the wet and rainy Jiangnan, we are in a foreign land, and all our friends are destined to never see each other one day. If you want to comfort yourself, there are also benefits to thinking about life in a foreign land, and we know that many friendships go cold after a certain stage, which is the end of friendship. In contrast, the friendship in a foreign land is forcibly truncated by returning to his hometown, and the beauty left in the memory will be precious.

It is probably for this reason that although for 20 years, every time I think of Chen Jia, I still cherish our short-lived friendship from the bottom of my heart. It is precisely because no matter where Chen Jia is, he has never moved away from the position in my heart, so I am disgusted with Cao Li's behavior of magpie nest dove.

We know that people's first impressions matter. Changing first impressions can be difficult and take a long time. In those days, my relationship with Cao Li revolved around this easy-to-understand truth.

The first time I had direct contact with Cao Li was at the beginning of the summer vacation, and I can't remember the second or third day, or the fourth or fifth day of the summer vacation. It rained a lot that day, which I remember clearly, and I still remember seeing Cao Li that day with a puffy face embedded in the humidity of Jiangnan. The whole body under that face sat on the balcony in front of the door.

The sound of rain envelops my hearing, and the wind occasionally intervenes. In stormy weather, the rain soaked the entire balcony and hit the bottom of the windowsill. That afternoon, I was alone at home watching TV and flipped through the comic books I had read twice. I didn't have to drink cold water or eat an overripe peach, so my stomach wouldn't feel like something was rolling in it.

It didn't feel right at first, but I was able to go to the toilet once an hour. Immediately after half an hour, a quarter of an hour. My stomach didn't hurt much, and the rain didn't hurt me. It's Cao Li who is like a roadblock, blocking the way to come and go. I went west to the toilet and she faced me, and to the east I went home, she faced me again. Her posture is undoubtedly waiting for me and waiting for me. Her posture is undoubtedly something to say to me.

Sure enough, after going to the toilet for the penultimate time, she asked me, "Did you have a bad stomach?" ”

As I said before, the first meeting scared me and occupied Chen Jia's residence, I didn't have a good impression of her and didn't want to deal with her. Every time she sits, she shrinks her legs before I can get over. This time she didn't mean to give way, look at her posture, and won't let me go without talking to her.

I hated her posture and said perfunctorily: "It's okay." ”

"You shouldn't have played that game that day, it's dangerous." She actually turned over the past, which caused me to hate her, so didn't it make me hate her even more?

"I know," I said, "I don't like that game either, and I don't think there will be a next time." ”

"Are those your friends?"

I nodded.

"It's good to have friends, I don't even have a friend." After speaking, his puffy face squeezed into a bitter smile.

"You've just arrived, of course you don't have any friends, but you'll be there after a long time."

I couldn't tell if she was deliberately or inadvertently retracted her legs, but as long as she got out of the way, she didn't say anything superfluous, and slipped back into the house. The last time she went to the bathroom, she was no longer there, only a bench remained. I remember that Chen Jia used to sit on this bench before she disappeared, and now it has been haunted by a strange and nasty aura, although it is wet by the rain at the moment, but the rain can't cover that breath.

After dinner, the rain never stopped. The rain in Jiangnan is always like this, and I'm used to it. Once you start with it, don't expect it to end anytime soon. My mother knew that I had diarrhea, so she went to the female worker on the second floor who was also in the screw factory to ask for medicine for me to take. Although it was fine, he was weak and weak, so he went to bed early.

I had dinner from house to house in the yard, when I suddenly heard the noise of chirping seeping through the rain curtain. Regardless of the heavy rain, my father went to the balcony to watch the excitement. After going out for a while, he returned to the house, and said in a tone as if he had discovered a big secret: "It's like Old Man Zheng." ”

My father went to see the excitement, and many others also went, and although it rained heavily, it couldn't extinguish the enthusiasm for watching the excitement. At a glance in the past, I knew that it was indeed Old Man Zheng, and it was he who provoked the incident.

My father's persuasion didn't help much, and when I went home and thought about it in bed, the more I thought about it, the more wrong it became, overturning the truth that I originally agreed with, which is simply what it is. Uncle Zheng, who returned to his original thoughts overnight, was anxious, which can be understood in two ways: he did not want to be bewitched by words similar to those of my father; Let everyone figure things out as soon as possible, and you won't have to suffer the sin of turning your mind over and over again.

Zheng Qiuhong, who lives on the first floor of Chaodong, strongly accused Uncle Zheng of being the most fierce because of her sympathy, and it was most suitable for Uncle Zheng to implement the plan to find her. According to Zhao Qiuhong's recollection, that day, as in the past few years, she was at home alone, leaning on the stove to wash dishes after eating. She heard a knock on the door, which she had never heard so violently, and thought it was an earthquake. Whether it is a knock or an earthquake, you always have to open the door, the former to welcome the guests in, and the latter to escape.

As soon as she opened the door, she realized that the rain was too heavy, and it was easy to hallucinate when it rained too much. Standing at the door, Uncle Zheng, whose face was somewhat similar to her dead husband, made her mistakenly think that it was the return of her husband's soul. Uncle Zheng was so drenched in the rain that as soon as the door opened, he stepped in. The light restored his own image, Zhao Qiuhong recognized it at a glance, and scolded: "Bastard, you want to scare me to death." ”

Uncle Zheng didn't care that others called him a bastard, and the word "bastard" didn't seem worth mentioning to him, he said, "I don't quarrel with you, I just want to figure out one thing." ”

Zhao Qiuhong's temper did not calm down because of this: "Find out what's going on?" ”

"You blame me for delivering the news, but that's not the case."

"What are you talking about?" Zhao Qiuhong didn't understand at all.

"Chen Tiantong's matter, you blame me the most fierce." It seems that Zhao Qiuhong had forgotten about this, but Uncle Zheng remembered it again as soon as he said it, and at the same time remembered anger: "Originally, can you say something like that on that occasion?" It is equivalent to digging a pit for Chen Tiantong to jump down. ”

Uncle Zheng raised his voice: "I didn't say this first, I said this for a reason, if you want to blame me again, I'll show you the color." ”

Zhao Qiuhong said: "You are unreasonable, I am not the only one who says this, everyone says so." ”

When my father heard the chatter, their conflict was playing out here. Zhao Qiuhong was born with a loud voice, and Uncle Zheng deliberately let go of his voice to cater to her. His purpose was very clear at that time, he wanted to bring as many people as possible to the compound so that he could carry out the next step.

The heavy rain meant that you couldn't stand outside, and even if you stood under the balcony, you would get soaked. The people who watched the excitement were all wet people, and so many wet people Uncle Zheng liked to see them. Realizing that the time was ripe, he opened his voice even more, overshadowing the rain and noisy human voices, and his loud voice became a standout in the compound on this rainy night: "The words of the child's corpse in Guanhu River are not what I said, it is Cao Li, the newly moved tenant on the third floor, the Cao Li who lives in the original Chen family's father and daughter house, we will go to her to confront her face to face." ”

In one breath, he explained Cao Li very clearly, and explained what he was going to do next, as if he would never have a chance to miss this breath. Naturally, it reminds me of the last words of a man before he died. It is estimated that Zhao Qiuhong must have regretted it at that time, even if she did not regret it for excessive sympathy, she regretted it for her verbosity. Many people blame Uncle Zheng, but because she is verbose and blames a few more words than others, she was caught by Uncle Zheng who drilled the tip of the bull's horns as a typical example.

Zhao Qiuhong didn't want to step out of the house even a step, and she had already seen it in the pouring rain outside. She is afraid of becoming a soup chicken, I don't know why, there are more women in this world who are afraid of becoming a soup chicken than men. But there was no way, she could only go with Uncle Zheng, she could read the stubbornness on his face, more stubborn than when she blamed him in the first place. Zhao Qiuhong thus fell behind.

About the first half of this incident, I have hearsay. Hearing some from her father, Zheng Qiuhong often recalls in the common scene, including the words and words of other people, all of which are summarized together to form the above narrative. The second half is much easier to describe, because I saw it with my own eyes.

I was standing by the door, leaning against the frame with both hands, my head sticking out of the door, and my upper body leaning as a result. I pulled out of bed. The mother said, "Why don't you rest?" Don't want to get better? ”

I was enthusiastic about the noise in the rain and casually replied, "It's all right." ”

My mother was strict, and I knew my mother as well as she knew her son, and whenever something special happened, she was always open to my curiosity.