Many times

When I think of you

I've shifted my mind

Wishful thinking

About friendship

Maybe just fit

A hug alone

A man cried

Today

November afternoon in Zhangjia Village

The sun was really warm

Two turns

It only took a few minutes

Just walk to your door

That

November afternoon in Beijing

I don't know the weather

After you fall

and will not wake up again

You have not been seen since

In the eyes of others

It's just a sad story

In my eyes

It's also a sad ending

I don't want to

You are in heaven

I just wish

The world has you

……

——Zhang Mian, "The World Has You"

The next morning, Cao Xiaoshan also came back from Fengcheng, carrying a large bag, and Zhang Mian picked him up at the station.

"What's in your bag, jingle bell." When he arrived at Cao Xiaoshan's house, Zhang Mian put his bag on his chair.

"Hurry up and put it on the ground, there are several glass bottles in it, don't fall off the chair and break the bottles."

"It's all pickle bottles, I'll tell you how to smell a few smells along the way, there are cured vegetables, sauce beans, dried radish, garlic cloves, and what smell is not smelled."

"You're a dog's nose, a real spirit."

"If I hadn't hurt my nose the other day, I could have smelled it all."

"Got into a fight with someone else."

"Bullshit, smoked by old urine." Then Zhang Mian told Cao Xiaoshan in detail about the tragic night.

"Is it really that good?" Cao Xiaoshan was skeptical.

"You should drink, you are rushing to the brain, into the bones and marrow, you are a representative of Chinese class eating pickles and eating stupid."

"Don't mention pickles, I vomit sour water when I talk about pickles, and I think I'm pregnant without knowing it. Go to the sketch's house to see that he is at home and listen to the song. ”

Zhang Mian and Cao Xiaoshan also have a mutual friend named Xiaopin, who repeated his studies in the third year of junior high school like Zhang Mian, but he continued to attend Zhangjiacun Middle School.

His family lives at the back of Cao Xiaoshan's house, and the straight-line distance is at most 100 meters, it is estimated that Cao Xiaoshan will be serious, and if he shouts in his voice, the sketch will definitely be heard.

Cao Xiaoshan's voice was not high, just because there was an artist who sharpened scissors and scissors with a bench in the village before, and he particularly admired the old man's shouting of "choking knives and scissors", with strong voice and strong penetration, less than a month after the old man left, there was a juvenile version of "choking knives and scissors" in Zhangjia Village, and people within a radius of 100 meters could hear it. That night, under the witness of his two sisters, Cao Xiaoshan's mouth was swollen.

In fact, Cao Xiaoshan should practice with "if the wine is dry, if it is not sold", his mother absolutely does not understand what it means, if he shouts "collect the rags", it is estimated that he will still be beaten.

Xiaopin's family has a small yard, and a small house is added to the bungalow, and he lives in a small attic of more than ten square meters above, and the small attic is definitely a small attic that is cold in winter and hot in summer.

A bed in the attic, a few simple pieces of furniture, the most conspicuous thing is the tape recorder on the desk, the horn is loud enough, and the sound effect of playing the tape is particularly good.

Every summer evening, Xiaopin takes a bath naked in front of the attic, and scares the little sister who came up to call him to eat several times, but he doesn't care at all, and even blames his sister for making a fuss with his eyes.

In the future, they are going to get married, so what's the matter.

In the winter, the sketch kept wiping his nose with book paper, and there were still everywhere on the ground, except for the books he was using, there were no extra textbooks at home.

When Zhang Mian and Cao Xiaoshan went to the small attic where Xiaopin lived, they entered the gate and had to pass through the guard of the earth dog tied to the staircase, this earthy yellow earth dog was not big and had a big temper, Cao Xiaoshan was bitten several times.

Cao Xiaoshan once told Zhang Mian that he would spend one yuan to buy a pack of three-step poison from Er Mazi on the street to poison his dog, but asked Zhang Mian to pay two yuan to buy braised pork and put the medicine in the braised meat.

Zhang Mian definitely didn't agree, not to mention paying a dollar more than Cao Xiaoshan, he was reluctant to eat braised meat and give it to the dog, the key is that this dog is very polite to Zhang Mian, and every time he sees Zhang Mian, he flicks his tail like a fan.

The door of Xiaopin's house was not closed, the two of them pushed the door and entered the yard, the local dog at the entrance of the building lay on the ground and thought about the stairs, and immediately stood up and wagged his tail after seeing Zhang Xuan, and then saw Cao Xiaoshan who was following behind, immediately changed his dog face, gritted his teeth, Cao Xiaoshan immediately took a shovel from the yard, and made a gesture to hit the dog, the dog saw this posture, snorted twice and fell back on the ground, and Cao Xiaoshan didn't care about it.

When I went upstairs, the door creaked shut.

"Sketch, can you be at home? Open the door" Xiaoshan slapped the door with a bang, anyway, it was not the door of his house, he was not distressed.

"Who?" There was a hint of uneasiness in the skit voice.

"Your uncle and your second uncle." Zhang Lu returned to the road.

"Damn, you're back, wait a minute." After a few minutes, Sketchy opened the door, and when they pushed the door in, Sketchy quickly got into the bed.

", what kind of smell is this, you can smell it too." Xiaoshan said with a frown as soon as he entered the house.

"What's the smell, the smell of smelly socks." The sketch is fragmented.

"I know what it tastes like." Zhang Mian glanced at Cao Xiaoshan, and Xiaoshan also nodded.

"Tell me, what are you doing in the house during the day?" Zhang Mian said, and after speaking, the two of them stepped forward to lift the quilt of the sketch.

……