For several days, my memories were cluttered with cat-scratched threads, and I couldn't sort out the slightest clue. It seems that I have been living in a dream and don't want to come out, but now I have a baby with a soft and lovely milky fragrance, but I want to give her back all the beauty I never get.

I love the traditional culture that has been passed down from our ancestors. We believe that parents are the cause of children, and children are the fruit of parents. Do many good deeds in your life, and you can't force your blessings.

Even though I've tried hard to remember, and my memories have been messed up for a while, I can't remember them for a while. I had to pull the timeline of my life back to the spring of 2003, look up at the starry sky, and use my life to remember my life.

I searched my browser for a time in 2003 when something big was happening, and then some memory clues slowly appeared in my head.

That year, the "Shenzhou 5" spacecraft flew into the sky with Yang Liwei on board, and the whole country celebrated. SARS was like a fog that shrouded people's hearts for a while.

One of my classmates, Sun Pengfei, died, and when the body was pulled back and passed by my door, my parents began to panic, and even ran to Donggou and broke some branches of wild peach blossoms and inserted them at the door to ward off evil spirits.

That year, at night at the entrance of the village, there was a red-faced drunken and foaming strong man who entered the village, and was once frightened by the neighborhoods to buy salt, vinegar, and medicine to prevent colds. My parents, who usually spend half of a dollar, also went to the pharmacy to buy dozens of yuan of Chinese patent medicine, and the price of Banlan root powder rose to dozens of yuan, so that our four sisters and brothers could drink Chinese patent medicine every day.

At that time, color televisions were already very popular, and a distant relative of mine bought a 24-inch color television and gave it to our family, saying to my parents, "Enrich the fun of children." ”

Then, on the street, Dad bought a pair of receiving antennas with rings, and the TV could occasionally watch a few channels. My sisters can understand it, but I'm just fascinated by the sparkling stars on TV, and I can't read anything.

The sisters watched TV and said that Leslie Cheung was dead. My second sister is as sentimental as a literati, and her writing is outstanding, which makes me a little envious.

Since then, my second sister has said that she doesn't like to see stories with tragic endings. I still don't understand what it means to have a tragic ending.

Is it miserable to be dead? I don't think it's the most tragic thing to die like Mr. Lao She's Xiangzi. Then, I continued to read every book she borrowed.

That year, a boy in our village, Sun and Sun Pengfei, who was the same age as me, died, and he had been in the same class as me for three and a half years.

He was short and thin, with one foot turned outwards like a penguin's foot, and he walked with a slight limp. There is always a malnourished pale moss on the face, which always gives the feeling that I haven't washed my face in the morning. His peers have entered a stage of rapid growth, and his size is as sluggish as his lame, and there is no improvement.

When I was in the fourth grade, I went to his house once. At that time, there was a TV series called "Journey to the West", which was said to be very good, and Sun Pengfei invited me to his house to watch the finale together.

My TV, in our children, kept adjusting the screen and changing the channel, kept shaking the antenna, the lines were broken, wrapped with scotch tape, and the pot behind the TV butt was also burned out.

For a while, Wu Yang liked a song called "Red Beans". I asked her, "This song is so good, where did you hear it?" ”

Wu Yang's tablemate Sun Pengfei interjected: "Haven't you even heard this song?" ”

I smiled and shook my head.

"Have you ever watched the sequel to Journey to the West?" I didn't answer, and he asked me again.

I shook it again and said, "No, my TV is broken." ”

"It's nice to show the sequel to Journey to the West on TV......," and then he seemed to open the conversation box and told me the story of Sun Wukong's search for relics.

I watched "Journey to the West" without landing an episode during the summer vacation. I've actually watched some of "Journey to the West", but I'm used to saying no, and I've never noticed that the song that ends in "Journey to the West" is called "Red Bean", because my eldest sister doesn't like to watch commercials, and every time she can't help but tune the TV to another channel. She used to do this rhythm, and I got used to it, but it seemed that I couldn't remember what was going on in that TV show consistently.

I only remember that one day when it was raining, there was a flash of lightning outside the window, there was a burst of thunder, and the TV broke down, and my parents sent it for repair and didn't bring it back.

That was the first and only time I went to Sun Pengfei's house. The courtyard of his house was narrow, with a wall as high as the eaves of more than four meters, and the sunlight could only sneak in for a while at noon, and the dark green moss and some dog tail grass grew in the corners of the damp and cold yard.

I've probably heard a little about his family situation. His mother died early, his father was a heavy drinker, worked in the city all the year round, occasionally came back once or two or three times, and would play cards with others all night, according to some people at the door chat, once his father was drunk, gambling and couldn't afford to lose, others wanted to chop off his fingers, he wrote a large amount of debt, went to work in the city, and rarely went home.

He and his sister live at home with his grandmother, who is in her seventies. That day, in order to let me watch TV at his house with peace of mind, he even asked his grandmother, who is in her seventies, to go out and not go home until the TV ended. I was at his house, didn't talk or play much with him, and was glued to the TV all the time.

In the finale of the last episode of "Journey to the West", Sun Wukong actually died as the last relic in order to save the Buddha who had suppressed him for more than 500 years.

I can't figure it out, Sun Wukong is immortal, seventy-two changes, a somersault cloud of 108,000 miles, how can he die? Tears of excitement and emotion welled up in my eyes.

I don't remember if Sun Pengfei watched TV seriously. It's just that the roof of his old-fashioned building is not high, and the ceiling pasted with old newspapers is too dark. The TV was placed on a kang by the window, and there was a wooden cupboard at the east end of the kang.

I sat on the edge of the kang and watched TV all the time, and for some reason, I always remember Sun Pengfei pulling a drawer in front of the cupboard to find something.

And I've always been obsessed with the question of why Sun Wukong will die. I didn't pay attention to Sun Pengfei for a while, but after a while, the TV finale came, and after listening to the song "Red Bean", I thanked and prepared to leave.

A girl is in the house of a male classmate who has not spoken a few times, and besides, there are only two of us in his house, and his heart has been very cramped, and he doesn't know what to ask or what to say. And when I asked him, "Where's your mother?" ”

He said, "When my mother gave birth to my sister, she died in childbirth. ”

……

"You can play with me a little longer!" When the TV ended, I got up and left, he said almost pleadingly.

"Your grandma will be back in a moment!"

"No, she went to someone else's house to gossip."

"Where's your sister?"

"Go out and surf."

"I'm going home, after a while, it's getting dark, and my homework hasn't been done, my mother can't see me go home, and I'll be in a hurry when I go back."

……

I insisted on going home, and deep down I seemed to feel that his family was not suitable for long-term treatment.

I didn't notice what he was doing, and then he walked out of his house, and in a few moments he ran after me, gave me a gold ring from his grandmother, and said to me, "No one has ever considered me a friend, this is for you." ”

"It's your grandmother's! I don't want to. I quickly pushed it back. I was puzzled for a while, and said with a smile: "How is it possible, you don't have many friends, such as ......"

"No, they don't treat me as a friend, they play with me, and I have to give them things."

"You're different from them, you can take this and be friends with me"

I didn't take it, because I felt in my heart that it was precious. My mom also had a gold ring, and she wouldn't allow us to touch it, for fear we'd lose it for her.

Because they are both children, I have had the same worries and fears as him. What if I received a gift from him and his grandmother found out that he had been beaten on the back? Besides, he said that I was different from the girl he knew before, and if I accepted it, wouldn't it be the same as everyone else in his heart?

I didn't dare to accept such a valuable gift, I just said, "I don't accept your gift, we are also friends." ”

Since then, we have become friends with a common secret.

In the second semester of the fourth grade, my mother took me to transfer schools on the first day of school, and she felt that the primary school in the village was delaying my studies, but she did not succeed.

And because my mother was late for me to sign up, I sat in the last row, as if I had committed a sin of abandoning the whole class, and I was assigned to the last row, and everyone seemed to be the same as the homeroom teacher, Chinese teacher, and math teacher, and they didn't take the initiative to talk to me for a while.

My personality suddenly became reticent, and I rarely took the initiative to talk to other classmates. Later, I hardly talked to Sun Pengfei again.

At the end of the first semester in five years, the winter vacation had just begun, and SARS had spread.

It was also that winter vacation, he was a left-behind child, a little boy who was growing his body, because he accidentally ate the cabinet on the cabinet, the seventy-year-old grandmother's medicine mouse was poisoned, and he was found foaming at the mouth, but fortunately he was found in time, and was carried out by a neighbor on his back.

More than two months after the start of school, he was cured of his illness and went to school for a week. At that time, our seats were changed in three rows, and he sat in the back row of me for a week when he arrived at school, asked me to borrow a homework book, and began to make up my homework in earnest. But during the May Day holiday, he died.

Rumor has it that he had a crush on a water gun toy and wanted to buy it, but his father and stepmother were reluctant to spend a lot of money on his treatment. He was so angry that he limped home alone on a rainy day, and died on the road before his old injuries healed.

A few days later, his grandmother, who was in her seventies, died of excessive grief. My homeroom teacher and math teacher asked us to donate money to his family and go to his house on our behalf, and in order to motivate us to study hard, they told us: "It's too sad to ask how Sun Pengfei died." Maybe it was just that he came back to the light in those days, and suddenly realized that he had to study hard, and he asked to make up his homework......"