The newsstand at the entrance of the station was squeezed dead by piles of newspapers and magazines, and the newsstand owner wore glasses as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle, and his already prominent eyes were illuminated by the lenses so large and round, like the eyes of a cow that had been peeled off.

Wang En stood in front of the newsstand and quickly looked for his favorite "Reader" magazine, the crowd at the entrance of the station was bustling, there were women with children on their backs complaining, there were men squatting beside the piers of the entrance and export poles smoking with sad faces, there were itinerant vendors carrying bamboo baskets to buy cherries, and there were couples holding milk tea with fashionable laughter and scolding.

Wang En himself is a person who can't see the world, he seems to be so helpless in front of everyone's eyes, only standing in front of his beloved books and periodicals can he show the quiet he deserves, all the noise at this moment has nothing to do with himself, only his favorite magazine is all he has, this state is a kind of pure heart. When anyone is concentrating on the people and things he loves, everything else seems so insignificant, this is the so-called distraction, this is the process of the devout person chasing his faith, this is a pure spiritual independent kingdom that a person has created for himself.

Buying "Reader" has always been a hobby of Wang En, the only thing he insisted on during high school to college was that every issue of "Reader" should not be missed, and sometimes at the end of the month, when the living expenses were poured out, he would squeeze out the last 3 yuan to buy the last issue, which issue he missed, he always felt that something was missing in life or spirit, which is a disguised obsessive-compulsive disorder. However, apart from buying the "Reader" magazine, other things were so unhurried and contingent for him, and he could find a hundred reasons for himself to delay what he could do in three hours, which was a serious procrastination. He himself is sometimes extremely annoyed when he calms down and thinks about life, he is such a contradictory complex, thinking that he can make himself doubt life.

The heat swept across the river and swept into the streets, rolling the ground and steaming up the trousers and clothes. The magazine in Wang En's hand served as a temporary fan. The scorching sun that suddenly came up had no warning, and there was no tenderness and sweetness of the sunset at all, and the heavy clouds in the sky were thick and simple, and there were some hidden teeth and claws. This kind of sun squeezed out of the cirrocumulus clouds is fierce, vicious, and unsentimental, and the people on the ground are caught off guard by complaints.

There is no ticket hall at the station, and the gate of the station is locked, and the large iron chain hanging on the door is oxidized to produce black-brown mottled rust and the tarnished stainless steel doorknob are integrated, and have not been opened for a long time; Through the black glass door, which had left a watermark on the first wipe and was now covered with dust, the empty hall was faintly visible, with a few pillars and several large cardboard boxes with collapsed edges in solitary. All the people waiting for the shuttle were crammed into the shady platform, the large iron chains on the glass doors squeezing the stainless steel door handles. The sigh of the people who squeezed into the shade indicated a temporary relief from the burning sensation, which was mostly from the heart, because the stinky sweat squeezed out of this palm-sized place was more sticky, and the temperature between the skin and the skin was even more intense. A young man in a black shirt and carrying a heavy backpack stood in a concrete dam that was enslaved by the scorching sun and aided by the heat wave. A bald man with a bare shirt and a belly full of flesh staggered from the other end of the toilet, like a bear standing and walking in a circus. He held a transparent teacup full of yellow tea stains in his hand, patted his belly extremely impatiently, and scolded "Mom, what a bird, hot Lao Tzu's ball", his belly shook, and the soybean-sized beads of muddy sweat flowed from his chin down his neck through his crumbling fat breasts and finally fell from under his round belly.

The bald man asked the black-shirted man standing under the scorching sun, "Where are you?" ”

The black sympathetic man said, "I'll go to Maiping"

"It's still an hour before the car arrives at Maiping, so let's find a place to hide from the sun first!"

"It's okay, I'm not hot!"

"Damn, it's really weird, and there are people who aren't afraid of the heat. Don't be afraid that you're just waiting here! The bald head walked into the station staff lounge in the west corner. The lounge is a simple board room, and there is a small fan hanging on the door, which seems to be blowing into the house with a whistling force, but from the anxious movements of the people in the room, it can be seen that the fan is useless, just like the idle ticket hall in the glass door, which makes people even more angry.

Hearing that the man had also arrived at Maiping, Wang En noticed him, and Wang En began to search his mind vigorously for where he had seen this person of his own age, and the more he looked, the more familiar he felt, and he began to narrow down the scope to every person and face in the village, and the familiar and unfamiliar went back and forth in his mind. Wang En slapped his head suddenly, "Eh! Isn't this He Yun! ”

After looking at it for a while to make sure it was He Yun, he deliberately went around to He Yun's back and patted He Yun's shoulder. He Yun turned his head and saw Wang En stunned for a moment, and exclaimed, "Eh! Little Four. ”

Wang En dragged He Yun to the shade, and the two began to ask long and short questions, and their faces showed an overjoyed and excited expression at the same time.

Wang En and He Yun grew up wearing open crotch pants together since childhood, peeing and mud together in kindergarten, letting go of cattle together in elementary school, skipping class together in junior high school, He Yun followed his parents to Shenzhen to work, and since then there has been no news from the two, although the two were reluctant to give up with each other, they did not express it, and the feelings of adolescence were relatively shy, especially between boys. Although the voices and smiles of the past are all there, more than ten years have passed, although it is a flick of the fingers, everything is a matter of people. The times are changing, society is progressing, Wang En and He Yun are growing, although Lizi has not changed much, but his face has changed a lot. Suddenly appearing in front of each other's eyes will inevitably be unable to recall for a while, because people will always hide the most cherished but hurt feelings in the deepest part of their hearts, which need to be peeled off layer by layer in order to be presented again in good condition, and the aromatic and mellow taste can be volatilized again.