The wind blows through the mottled shadows on the wall, the past dissipates the innocence, the coming and going of life is tied to the wheel of fate, those gentle people, those deep hidden sounds, I sink in numbness, three glasses of liquor at midnight, a thousand turns of drunken dreams, you walk towards me, the dirt road bends, and the leaves fall deeply...... Zhang Mian - "Drunk"

There is only one big road from Zhangjia Village to Gaojia Village, Zhang Mian comes out of his house, turns left 100 meters and goes straight west to ride all the way to the school gate.

When he was repeating his studies in Gaojia Village, Zhang Mian basically went home once a week, when his father worked at the Zhangjia Village Supply and Marketing Cooperative, and his mother ran a private clinic.

Every time I go home, my father is basically not at home, and my mother is busy in the clinic alone. Grandma Zhang's grandmother, like many old people, picked up rags all over the street, and when she was tired, she returned to the old house to feed the chickens and mend the patches on her clothes.

It's good to be young, the relatives are not old, and there is no need for Zhang Mian to have any concerns.

The young Zhang Mian took his bicycle to Gaojia Village to study, and now Zhang Mian rides an electric car to work at the police station.

Zhang Mian has recently alternated between reality and memory, during the day he is a policeman Zhang Mian, a standard greasy uncle, and at night he is a student Zhang Mian, a standard thin teenager.

This change of identity allows him to travel through twenty years of time in a day, which is another wonderful feeling that distinguishes him from dreams, which are illusory and belong only to him, and the past is real and proven, but there are similarities between the two, they can only exist in memory, and cannot be touched.

Gao Xiaoya is a witness of Zhang Mian through time, during the day, Zhang Mian will send the written chapters to Gao Xiaoya, and at night, Zhang Mian will write about Gao Xiaoya in the article.

Gao Xiaoya is the real Gao Xiaoya, and she is also the Gao Xiaoya in the story.

"At that time, Hu Dongzhen peeked at the girls' dormitory?" Gao Xiaoya looked surprised.

"You didn't live in school at that time, so you don't need to be real or fake." Zhang Mian couldn't be sure of Gao Xiaoya's question, and replied vaguely.

Even if Zhang Mian wronged Hu Dong, he would not feel guilty at all, during the time when Hu Dong and Zhang Mian first met and ran in, Hu Dong once threw the thick snot into a pot of egg soup, but fortunately he was bumped into by Zhang Mian, so he did not eat the snot egg soup.

His classic flick became Zhang Mian's nightmare for the egg stand.

"I've written more than a dozen chapters, and basically no one has read them, but in fact, when I wrote this story, I already expected this ending."

Many things, we can see the end at a glance, or we will continue to do it, maybe because of helplessness, or because of persistence.

After Zhang Mian sent this message to Gao Xiaoya, a strange scene flashed in his mind, fifteen-year-old Gao Xiaoya sat in the company's office and replied to 36 messages with her mobile phone.

She still has neat bangs, a collapsed nose, and wears the most ordinary plaid short gown in the countryside in the nineties, and the most popular trousers at that time.

This scene makes Zhang Mian feel warm in reality, even if real friends have not been in touch for many years, separated by thousands of rivers and mountains, as long as they are thought of they are warm.

Friendship does not fade, it has a temperature.

"I think it may be because most of the people who read online articles are young people in their twenties, and they have not reached the age of nostalgia, and the middle-aged people like us who start to be nostalgic are basically old and old, and they are busy with work, and few have the time and energy to read them."

"You're not middle-aged, you're still a girl." Zhang Mian replied with a smile.

Gao Xiaoya is still the empathetic Gao Xiaoya, her personality is gentle as jade, and she has not changed so far.

"I read it yesterday, but I didn't write it today?"

"I haven't figured out the opening poem yet, so I've dug a hole for myself."

"I thought it was a poem I had written before, and then I brought it in."

"What I wrote today will be in chapter thirteen."

"Then I'll see it tomorrow at noon"

"You have to watch it. I have just two readers, one is you and the other is me. ”

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After Hu Dong spread the gossip about the swallow, Zhang Mian didn't settle accounts with him after he went back, he is the kind of person who the more you care about him, the happier you are, and if you want to do nothing, he will feel bored.

Before Zhang Mian went home that week, the things about swallows were like "The leap soil is in Brother Xun's heart, and the leap earth is in the dream." "The students heard the laughter, laughed and laughed, and then forgot about it.

"Zhang Mian, your poetry has been published, you are too powerful." As soon as Zhang Mian, who was riding his bicycle back to Gaojiacun Middle School early on Monday morning, parked his bicycle when Hu Xi, who was eating breakfast, stood up to report the good news.

"Call the eldest brother, there is no big one all day, and there is no politeness at all." Principal Hu scolded Hu Xi softly.

"It's okay, she's not used to being called, it's good to call her by name, otherwise I don't know if to call me or Hu Dong."

"The writing is good, Hu Dong, you also learn from your brother, you know how to sleep in class, you can't pass the composition when I teach Chinese, I don't dare to speak loudly in front of other Chinese teachers, and you are also fighting." Teacher Xue handed Zhang a copy of the magazine "Reading and Writing for Middle School Students" to Zhang Xuan, and counted two sentences of Hu Dong by the way.

"That's also called poetry, I haven't even thought of a name," Hu Dong muttered as he ate steamed buns. Teacher Xue does not lose teaching Chinese, and he does not leave a trace of hatred.

More than a month ago, Zhang Mian found that the poems published in the school's subscribed magazine "Reading and Writing for Middle School Students" were similar to those he had written, so he submitted them to the editorial department with the attitude of trying it out, but he never mentioned it to anyone, and he did not expect it to be published at all.

Zhang Mian took the magazine, suppressed his excitement, and found the poem he wrote, and the author was himself.

Hu Dong actually didn't talk nonsense this time, the poem published by Zhang Mian really didn't have a good idea, and the name of the poem is called Question.

After many years, the magazine that was treated as a treasure by Zhang Mian at that time has long disappeared with several moves, and Zhang Mian has published dozens of poems since then, which is the only one he can memorize now.

That day, Zhang Mian deliberately put the magazine that published his poems in a place where Hu Dong could see it, brought it to the classroom during class, and put it on the desk when he was out of school.

At that time, Zhang Mian made a low-level mistake because of his excitement, and he understood Hu Dong's character.

He should hide the magazine in front of Hu Dong, and then say to himself freely, "Don't be known by your classmates, this can be published, others must suspect that the editor is my fourth master, then the dung machine throws the old man - lose the adult." ”

Then he ran to the school playground with a puff of smoke.

At this time, Hu Dong would find out the magazine, sit on the desk in the classroom, and shout loudly: "Students, Zhang Mian opened the back door and published a poem without even thinking of a name, I will read it to everyone, don't laugh, if you really can't help it, then laugh at it."

In this way, the entire junior high school class will know, and the whole school may know about it in a few days.

What Zhang Mian wants is this naked effect.

Excitement makes people's IQ decrease, Hu Dong didn't help Zhang Mian promote, if Zhang Mian is Zhang Mian's propaganda, Hu Dong doesn't know how to laugh at him.

If you can't share the joy, you can hold back the disease.

It is not the township that returns to the hometown, but the display and vanity.

Do you really think that the people who returned to their hometowns are going to build roads for your village, and even if they do, they will be repaired from his house to his ancestral grave.

All day long, the magazine that published Zhang Mian's poetry was held by Zhang Mian, and he wanted to take it out to Gao Xiaoya and Liu Yifeng several times during class, and it would be great to be able to praise a few words when he saw their envious eyes, but he found several times that Hu Dong looked at him so cheaply when he had this idea, as if he was waiting to catch it, the evidence was conclusive, he could jump on the podium and put his hands on his mouth to trumpet and mock loudly.

The lines Zhang Mian also thought of for him.

"Look, when Zhang Mian publishes a poem, he will be regarded as Nezha, and his floating feet will not touch the ground."

At night, when he thought of Yanzi and Cao Xiaoshan, his depressed mood was swept away.

The person who shared found it, Cao Xiaoshan told him in person, and Yanzi wrote to tell her.

The content of the poem "Untitled" published by Zhang Mian is as follows:

Fell

Only then did I realize that I was wrong in my posture before I fell

I woke up from a dream

Only then did I realize the coldness of reality after the dream

lost

Only then did I know that having it is also happy and happy

Fighting

Only then did I know the reason for the existence of life

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What is certain is that Gao Xiaoya will be able to see Zhang Mian's poem published 20 years ago tomorrow, although Zhang Mian lost the mood of being eager to share at that time, but he accidentally shared it with readers.

What if there were more readers than Gaojiacun Middle School in Fengcheng at that time.

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