I don't read Tang poetry anymore

Heroic has long been soaked in sorrow

A city

Because of a man's exodus

Covered in dust

Summer cicadas stand above the city

Pedestrians around ignored the passers-by

The phoenix fled the skies of this region

I run in endless dreams

Ahead is you

Unrestrained smiley faces

It's just a matter of help

how

Dreams are short and days are long

……

——Zhang Mian, "Dreams Are Short and Days Long"

Zhang Mian now doesn't know why he is so happy every time he meets Cao Xiaoshan, it comes from the purest happiness in his heart, this kind of friendship is the background color between friends, without status, money, and demand.

On Saturday afternoon, Zhang Mian returned home, had dinner with his busy parents, and Zhang Mian returned to his grandmother's residence.

Let's talk about Zhang Mian's mother, who is a barefoot doctor. When I was in my twenties, I jumped out of the hospital and opened a clinic by myself, because of the good medical skills and fair price, the business of the clinic is extremely good, in Zhang Mian's impression, the clinic has never broken the patient, Zhang Mian's mother is often busy and has no time to eat and go to the toilet, overwork makes her age rapidly, varicose veins have surgery a few years ago, coupled with Zhang Mian's unhappy marriage in recent years, Zhang Mian's mother is not old, and she is completely an old man.

"I haven't even left the house, I'm getting old." Mother said, looking up at the road outside the clinic, a whitening cement road.

This is a sentence she said five years ago, when she said this, her mother showed unwillingness and helplessness, this sentence was like a hammer to hit Zhang Mian's heart with a sharp pain.

She has been out twice so far, once when Aunt Zhang Mian died, she went to Hefei for a funeral, and one was for varicose veins, and she went to Bengbu for surgery.

Every time I go home and see my mother sitting on a small stool with her gray hair and wrinkled face, Zhang Mian's heartache for no reason, and she is now a little difficult to say goodbye to Zhang Mian and wave her hand.

When Zhang Mian arrived at his grandmother's house, it was already more than seven o'clock in the evening, and it was dark early in winter, and his grandmother went to bed earlier.

Zhang Mian patted the green painted iron door, causing a neighbor's dog to bark, and after a while, several dogs in a village barked. It is easy to remind people of the sentence "Chaimen smells the dog barking, and the wind and snow return to the people on a snowy night".

The moon is particularly bright in the winter in the village, and when they encounter the full moon in winter, people call this kind of weather the moon head, and there is no need for a flashlight to walk at night.

"Who?" After a few minutes, Grandma came out of the house.

"I, Zhang Xuan." Zhang replied with his hands rubbed.

"I'm back." Grandma opened the door, put on a blue jacket, and stood under the moon with a happy face. Zhang Lu's grandfather died when Zhang Mi's father was nine years old, he starved to death in that era of material scarcity, and his grandmother was in her thirties when his grandfather died, and she raised her five children alone to adulthood.

Zhang Mian once asked her grandmother why she didn't remarry, and her grandmother said: A good horse is not worthy of a second saddle, and a good girl does not marry a second husband.

Grandma Xiaozu was very stubborn when she said this, and she didn't understand the love at that time, she only knew that one of the husband and wife died, and the other party basically lived the rest of her life alone.

Zhang Mian didn't know if his grandmother loved his grandfather, he asked once, and his grandmother, who was about 70 years old, suddenly smiled shyly and said, "I can't remember what he looks like." ”

The illiterate grandmother wrapped the few handwritings left by her grandfather in business with many handkerchiefs and kept them for a lifetime.

Zhang Mian flashed into the house, Zhang Mian's bed grandmother was still clean, he went to bed without washing his feet, and the quilt was sunburned with the smell of sunshine.

"Skinnier than the last time I came back." Grandma said that every time she came back.

"Grandma, you're cold." Zhang Mian lay on the boat and asked his grandmother, Zhang Mian was brought up by his grandmother when he was young, his mother was busy with a small clinic, and his father worked in Fengcheng.

According to his father, Zhang Mian was very fond of eating steamed dumplings when he was a child, and his grandmother chewed them and put them in his mouth, just like a newborn bird with a mouth waiting to be fed.

Father said this in front of Grandma Zhang Mian many times when she was alive, and Grandma sat on the side and looked at Zhang Mian kindly, when Zhang Mian said how dirty it was. Grandma would say, "That's how it was in the family. After speaking, he looked at Zhang's eyes full of doting.

"It's not cold, I have a salt water bottle." At that time, the bottles that people used to hang water were large glass bottles, which could be filled with hot water and put in the quilt to warm up in the winter when they ran out.

After talking to his grandmother, Zhang Mian fell asleep. There's been so much going on in this time.

When I woke up, it was already more than eight o'clock in the morning, and my grandmother was sitting at the door of the hall facing the sun, and the soles of her shoes were probably used to make cotton shoes for Zhang Mian, and a few chickens were walking back and forth in the yard, fluttering from time to time.

"The porridge is still hot, in the pot."

"I don't eat, I'm leaving, I'll go back to Gaojia Village in the afternoon, and I'm about to take the exam, so I won't leave on Monday morning."

"Oh, study tightly." Grandma obviously has some regrets, but she still supports her grandson without hesitation in the face of his studies.

It was ten o'clock on Sunday when he met Cao Xiaoshan, and when he got home, he went to the clinic to find Zhang Mian, who was sitting bored.

"Let's go, go to my house and play." Cao Xiaoshan beckoned at the door. Cao Xiaoshan made a gesture of playing the game with his hands.

As a result, in addition to going home for lunch, I played games with Cao Xiaoshan until four o'clock in the afternoon.

A month ago, Cao Xiaoshan's eldest sister, who was working in Shenzhen, bought him a game console, a brand-new Xiaobawang game console.

The domineering boot sound "Little Overlord, its endless fun" suddenly evoked their memories and ignited the enthusiasm for playing the game, which belongs to the happiness between them, those who have not played the game do not know the feelings of people who love the game for the game, when Zhang Mian picked up the game controller, he saw the familiar up and down left and right buttons, A and B two bounce and launch buttons, confirmed the eyes, and was right.

They played Contra 2, because the passes of several big passes did not cooperate with much tacit understanding, and they borrowed from each other many times and did not fight each other, and finally played the game at four o'clock in the afternoon.

In fact, Zhang Mian had a game console when he graduated from elementary school, which was bought for him by an uncle surnamed Sheng of his father when his father was working in Fengcheng.

My sister wanted to play at the time, but Zhang Mian refused, but ran to Cao Xiaoshan's house to invite him to play, Cao Xiaoshan played until midnight that day, and he told Zhang Mian that day that when he had a game console, he must ask Zhang Mian to play enough.

Joystick game consoles and joystick game consoles carry too many memories of Zhang Mian's childhood and youth, and in that era when games such as yo-yo beads and mud throwing were mainly played, playing game consoles must be an indispensable part of boys' memories.

When Zhang Mian put down the game console controller, Cao Xiaoshan asked:

"How are you and Swallow?"

Zhang Mian wanted to tell him that Yanzi not only wrote back to him but also gave him photos, but he still couldn't help it, he felt that Yanzi and his affairs were his own mysterious garden, this place more beautiful than the fairy tale world could not accommodate others, even the best friends.

"Old, don't mention her, how are you."

"I have something to tell you, let's go to the door and say, you can help me with an idea."

Cao Xiaoshan's story is far more exciting than the game just now......