For He Yiming, today is a day like no other.

After leaving the community health hospital at nine o'clock, Tsai Tsai rode his bicycle all the way to the office of their homeroom teacher at Shenzhen No. 19 Middle School at half past nine. took his report card, and when he saw that the total score had advanced by thirteen places, the head teacher nodded and praised, and the young man was full of joy!

After taking the score sheet, Luffy left the school and rushed to the make-up center, and He Yiming, who rushed to the make-up center at ten o'clock, saw that the physics teacher was teaching, and he had no choice, he couldn't go through the front door, so he could only sneak in from the back door of the small classroom. The small classroom can accommodate a maximum of forty people, and there are not thirty-eight but thirty-five people listening to the lecture at the moment, and from the back there are all the heads of people, He Yiming looked at the back door for a long time before finding Hu Handian. Today, Handian came early, and the place occupied was very high, and the boy had no choice but to move forward in the aisle with his schoolbag half-squatting.

"This classmate, you came in generously, everyone thought you came to the toilet, and you sneaked in half-squatting - doesn't this tell the world that you are late?" The bespectacled physics teacher suddenly stopped the lecture and pointed to the boy.

As soon as Tsai Tsai heard that the tone was wrong, not the tone of class, and saw that his classmates were all staring at him and laughing. He Yiming straightened up embarrassedly and walked towards Hu Handian with a flushed face. Han Dian beckoned to him, and the third empty seat from the left in the second row was reserved for him, so He Yiming sat down awkwardly in the eyes of everyone, and then took out his textbooks and stationery. He breathed a sigh of relief when the teacher continued.

This make-up class center is very strict, not only will there be a small-scale exam before the end of the make-up class, but also the name of each class, usually good performance in class and excellent test results, the make-up center will reward cash, the first prize in the class is 800 yuan, and the third prize is 500 yuan - He Yiming has a "rebate" of 500 yuan for the third place, so he plans to make up for a holiday class seriously. Unexpectedly, he was late for three classes on the first day of the official class! I don't know how much money it will be less, He Yiming felt aggrieved.

"Hey, He Yiming, let me introduce you, this is the daughter of my mother's colleague, her name is Gu Shuyu!" Hu Handian covered his mouth and whispered in Tsai Zai's left ear.

He Yiming bent down to look to the left, and it was a beautiful girl next to the wall! He blushed for a moment, and quickly whispered, "Hello, hello!" After speaking, he immediately flashed back, his heart was pounding, and his chest was already turbulent.

"Gu Shuyu, this is my buddy, I mentioned it to you, her name is He Yiming!" Hu Handian whispered to Gu Shuyu to the left.

"Hello, hello!" Fifteen-year-old Gu Shuyu leaned forward lightly and flashed to the right to greet He Yiming.

He Yiming nodded awkwardly, then looked up at the blackboard with his chest up. After the three of them continued to listen, He Yiming slowly sat up straight, leaned on the back of the chair stiffly, and moved the chair back, not wanting to make a noise and eager to move the chair to the girl's side. I was so excited just now that I only saw a pair of clear big eyes, and I didn't see the rest clearly and avoided him, He Yiming regretted it to death. His face was facing the blackboard, but his eyes never straightened again, and he peeked at the little beauty Gu Shuyu against the wall at an angle of eighty degrees to the left.

But I saw that the girl was wearing a long ponytail, and in the afterglow appeared glistening eyelashes, red lips, a high and straight nose, and a softly angular chin...... The light outside the window hit the girl's face, it was so soft and wonderful, elegant and sacred, and the girl's posture of carefully copying notes fascinated He Yiming no longer wanted to listen to the class.

Since then, He Yiming has almost not said a word about what the teacher in the make-up class said. A heart can no longer be settled, don't say anything about the third prize of 500 yuan, I'm afraid that he will be the penultimate in the exam, and he is willing. Thinking of inviting the girl to dinner in the evening, he was so nervous that he didn't know what to do, he looked down at what he was wearing today, smelled whether he had the smell of sweat on his body, and sensed whether he was blushing......

The teenager first pounded in the summer at the age of fifteen. This summer, Gu Shuyu's sitting together, smiling and smiling all tugged at He Yiming's heartstrings.

At twelve o'clock, most of the old horse's fever subsided, and the person was sober for three minutes. He Zhiyuan borrowed a wheelchair from the community hospital and pushed the old horse home. After returning home, Zhiyuan boiled some clear porridge to fill the stomach of the old and young first, and after drinking the porridge, the old horse fell asleep again.

He Zhiyuan, who was sad and urged, squeezed out his willpower and wanted to start over, but at the beginning, he encountered the old man with a high fever. At two o'clock in the afternoon, the old horse was asleep, and Yangyang finally had the opportunity to sit at the desk during the lunch break. He turned on the computer and opened the document, but he could not lift the pen and could not put his hands on the keyboard. He Zhiyuan was tired, he got up early in the morning and ran to the hospital, made porridge and then cooked at noon, and waited for the old snacks to finish eating and cleaning up the kitchen.

Housework has never been heavy, but it grinds people, like a decoction.

Does he want a lunch break? Forty-five years old, where can He Zhiyuan, who has been tormented by the years, sleep. He leaned back in his chair, unable to write, and had no intention of sleeping. Savoring despair and vulnerability in a daze — became the most frequent thing he'd been doing lately. He was waiting for a strong start, but it was delayed.

Fragile feelings permeated every cell, and melancholy and anxiety took turns manipulating the nerves of his brain. In the past few years, He Zhiyuan has often felt a feeling of drunkenness - lightheadedness, general weakness, and brain retardation. The whole person was like a ghost, wandering aimlessly around the room in a daze.

His spirit or life must have been sick.

He Zhiyuan saw his soul walking alone in the room, and felt that soul seemed to belong to someone else—"that person" was very strange, the world he saw was different from the world He Zhiyuan saw. In the eyes of "that man", the world is flat, every building is long and short, the trees are wide and low, and the man has become half as high and five times as wide...... It's like being in a fantasy world of haha mirrors, and it's like someone has installed haha mirrors on the eyes of "that person" - "that person" can't tell the difference between reality and fantasy.

In the haze, He Zhiyuan didn't know if the world was sick or he was sick.

Lately he has always been afraid, he doesn't dare to say or do anything at will, he tries to ignore "that person", pretending to be a normal person walking the streets and busy at home.

In fact, He Zhiyuan hated himself for being so depressed that he lost oxygen in order to play the so-called normal person, normal husband, and normal parent, but unfortunately the result of every struggle was the same. As a result, he continued to pretend to fulfill all his social responsibilities and social roles normally and actively.

As his two children grew up, the more time he spent away from society and social interactions, the more he felt his meaninglessness and intolerance. He felt this meaninglessness and intolerance in the eyes of the parents of other children in the kindergarten and in the mouths of the aunts in the vegetable market. He only wants to leave the world behind and find a quiet place where he can create every day without being disturbed, and he can create freely without being oppressed by external forces and regardless of the results of the world.

He Zhiyuan is very sober and understands that in the past year, because of severe insomnia and anxiety, he realized that his psychological state has become a little strange - closed and depressed, always sullen, and reluctant to speak. I don't know how many times, he wanted to be completely isolated from the world, he wanted to forbid his limbs from touching anything on the ground, even the soles of his feet had to be isolated with a pair of soles. He no longer wants to have any contact with this utilitarian, kitsch, shallow world.

He hates it here, just as much as it hates him here.

Yang Yang woke up, and she was whizz around the house on her scooter again. Every corner echoes with the child's crisp and noisy echo, He Zhiyuan should be happy, not frown; He should be tolerated or ignored, and should not close the door to isolate the rippling whistling and whistling rippling.

Seeing her father quietly close the door, Yangyang stopped for a moment and stopped shouting.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, there seemed to be only four-year-old He Yiyang left in the big room. She felt lonely, and when she was lonely, no toys counted, including her favorite scooter. The little girl pushed the cart helplessly to her grandfather's room. At this moment, in this big empty room, grandpa is He Yiyang's last straw to drive away loneliness.

She wanted to talk to the old man, but the man who loved to talk to her had been sleeping since morning.

"Why are you still sleeping? Why are you still sleeping? It's afternoon...... My mom is getting off work at night...... My brother is almost out of school in the evening...... Do you want to drink water, I can pour you water...... You're a big sloth, an old sloth, a big, old little sloth...... Why aren't you awake yet......" Yangyang stared at the old horse's breathing nostrils and muttered to herself pitifully.

The child couldn't help it, pinched the old horse's nostrils, and she endured her beard to see how her grandfather reacted. I saw that the old man's snoring became louder, he opened his mouth to gasp, and he opened his eyes! Yang Yang retracted her hand and stared at the old horse with a grin—someone finally spoke to her.

"Why are you still sleeping?" Yang Yang asked the old horse.

"Uh...... Grandpa was sick and not sleeping. The old horse was weak, and whispered with his eyes half-open.

"Grandpa, do you want to drink water, I'll pour you some water, okay?" Yang Yang asked by the side of the old horse's head.

"Good!" The old horse uttered the word with his exhaled breath. He took a few deep breaths, he couldn't move, he couldn't wake up.

Yang Yang leaned the scooter against the head of the bed, and then went to pour the water wholeheartedly. Two minutes later, she stared intently at the glass in her hand and a mouthful of water came in.

"Here comes your water!" Yang Yang put the water on the mat next to the old horse's pillow. When the old horse saw that the water was so small that there was only the bottom of the cup, he didn't have the strength to get up, he just wanted to drink it slowly.

"Wait a minute—wait for grandpa to drink again!" The old horse said with his eyes closed.

Seeing that his grandfather stopped talking, Yangyang specially asked in the old horse's ear: "Do you want to chat with me?" I can tell you bedtime stories! ”

The old horse raised his eyelids, saw through the anticipation in the child's eyes, and said, "Yes!" ”

"Then I'll tell you a story about a little bird."

"Good!"

"Autumn came, the leaves fell, the branches were bare, there was nothing left. The father and mother flew to their nests, and after a while, the two of them sang together, very sadly...... Grandpa, do you know why Daddy Bird and Mother Bird sing so sadly? ”

"Why?" The old horse listened with his eyes closed, and asked with his eyes closed.

"Because they're singing to themselves, because they're flying away, because winter is coming! Winter is coming, and they're leaving their homes – to go south, and they're taking their little babies with them, and they're not coming back until the following spring! That grandpa...... Grandpa, you know what...... Why are they still crying when they come back next year? ”

"I don't know ......" the old horse was groggy and moved his skinning lips.

"Because they're old, they can't come back next year, they're dying somewhere else, and only their little babies can come back, so they're singing sadly!"

Yang Yang stroked a strand of hair from the old horse's ear, and after a long time, the two of them were silent.

The old horse wet the corners of his eyes, sighed a few times, and became a little more conscious. He suddenly opened his eyes and asked Yangyang, "If grandpa dies in your family, will you be afraid?" ”

"What do you say? Grandpa, did you say you're going to die? Yang Yangti asked loudly with black eyes.

"Yes! Grandpa is dying! Are you afraid? The old horse raised his eyelids and asked.

"Uh...... If you become a ghost, that's a bit of a ...... I'm afraid! The devil will eat me! Grandfather...... Grandfather? Are you really going to die? Yang Yang asked reverently.

"yes!" The old horse nodded.

"I'm going to tell my dad to go!" He Yiyang had a premonition that the death of a person was an incomparably big thing, so she got up from the ground and ran out of the door, and then loudly banged on He Zhiyuan's door. The old horse didn't have time to stop it, and tapped the edge of the bed, leaving only a string of trills that seemed to be laughing but not laughing.

He Zhiyuan, who was lying on the bed, was just in a daze, heard someone shouting in a trance, and woke up from his dream.

"Dad, grandpa is dying! Grandpa is dying! Yangyang shouted outside the door, shouting a long, slow and hoarse sentence, He Zhiyuan, who was in the house, couldn't hear what he was shouting, only to see a quick knock on the door, and hurried to open the door. After opening the door, he didn't have time to ask, but he heard Yangyang straighten his body, clench his hands into fists, and raise his head and shout: "Dad, grandpa is going to die!" I'm going to die! After Yang Yang finished speaking, he dodged away and pointed to the old horse's room.

He Zhiyuan glared and shrugged his shoulders, instantly became very conscious, and walked into the boy's room in three or five steps. When he entered the door, he saw that the old horse was motionless with his eyes closed, and he panicked. When I got closer, I suddenly saw the old horse open his eyes and laugh silently, and he was shocked again, and his heart was worried. The middle-aged man held his breath, bent down in front of the bed, and stammered slightly, "Bu ...... Dad, do you drink water? ”

"Let me finish the saliva that the child poured!" The old horse struggled to get up, and the frightened Zhiyuan trembled and supported him. Seeing that the old horse finished drinking the water, Zhiyuan was puzzled, and his heart was full of thoughts, and he guessed that it must be Yangyang who mistook people for death. Then he walked to the door with a cup, pointed at Yangyang and reprimanded him seriously and viciously: "He Yiyang, if you talk nonsense in the future, Dad will beat you!" ”

"Huh?" Yangyang took a step back and flashed He Zhiyuan's big hand, and the villain was stupid.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm joking with the baby! Don't blame her! Don't blame her! The old horse sat up and explained aloud.

He Zhiyuan realized that it was a joke, he couldn't help but glared at Yang Yang fiercely, and then gasped for breath, and went out of the room for the rest of his life. After taking care of the old horse, he drank two glasses of water and added a few pills, and Zhiyuan returned to the room.

This false alarm was not small, He Zhiyuan patted his chest in the room and was shocked, he shook his head and opened the diary, and when he recorded the moment just now with mixed feelings, creative inspiration quietly struck.

Yangyang was still in a daze, she stood at the door of her grandfather's room, first watching her father leave, and then looking at her grandfather in confusion.

"Come here, come here!" The old horse hooked his hand at her.

The extremely aggrieved Yang Yang moved five inches or three inches to the bed, but stood at the feet of the old horse, far away from his grandfather. The old horse patted the sheet beside his elbow and motioned for the child to sit beside him. Yang Yang hesitated for a long time before she climbed onto the bed with her head down, and after sitting down, she clasped her right hand with her left hand, and her legs hung in the air and swayed unintentionally.

"Grandpa was wrong! Grandpa is kidding you! The old horse gently touched Yangyang's back with his thick and broad hand, which was regarded as an apology and confession. Then the old man asked: "Grandpa was wrong, let you be reprimanded by your father, will you forgive grandpa?" ”

Yangyang didn't speak, pouted, tilted his head, and nodded hesitantly.

The grandfather and grandson were silent for a minute, and the old horse spoke: "Why did you keep getting angry with your grandfather two days ago?" Did Grandpa do something wrong? ”

Yangyang stared into his grandfather's eyes, nodded, and did not speak.

"What did Grandpa do wrong?" Lao Ma just finished asking and gasped sharply.

"You've disciplined my father......" Yangyang said, staring at her little hands.

"Did you change the tires that day?" The old horse guessed.

"Hmm." Yang Yang nodded again.

"Your father did a mistake, can't your grandfather discipline him?" The old horse struggled to explain.

"No, you can't!" Yang Yang shook his head, his eyes were very determined, and then gently scraped the plaid sheet with the fingernail of his right index finger.

"Why?" The old horse asked.

"Because my dad can't make mistakes!" The little boy spoke a truth.

"No matter who it is, it's going to make mistakes." The old man corrected.

"All dads can't make mistakes!" The child swears by it.

"And will your mom's dad make a mistake?" The old horse makes it bad.

"Uh...... Hey? It's you! Giggle...... You're talking about you! Yang Yi poked the old horse's forehead and giggled.

"You see, adults make mistakes, and grandpa lied to you just now - that's a mistake." The old horse was panting.

"Uh...... All right. Yang Yang reluctantly accepted this reality.

After a while, Lao Ma asked again: "What about Zhou Zhou?" ”

"Zhou Zhou went to his grandmother's house, and his grandmother's house was far, far away...... It's going to be a long, long time back! "Ripple sorrow.