I was surprised

No more sadness when I miss you

It's like a cold wind hitting

I'm used to not dodging

I'm sad

No more sadness when I miss you

Like a wound scarring

I'm used to not tearing

I'm pathetic

Treasured bones

Regret helplessness

Regret of the thoughts

Colorful memories

Begin to be mottled

Begin to fall off

Time ages me

It also makes me forget

About me

About you

About us

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Zhang Mian - "About Us"

All the way to the walk, all the way to the sun.

You can feel the sprout of spring hidden under your feet in the air.

Before he walked out of the school gate, Zhang Mian saw Gao Xiaoya carrying Liu Yifeng into the school gate.

Does a girl carrying another girl and two male classmates hooking up on their shoulders means that they have a close relationship?

Gao Xiaoya smiled happily when she saw Zhang Mian holding the quilt, and quickly covered her mouth with her hand, she was only one handkerchief away from the woman in the seventies.

Liu Yifeng glared at Zhang Mian, as if Zhang Mian had become handsome in a semester, she was not short-sighted, as for it, wasn't it just that Mousse had played a little more.

On the way, I met a few male classmates, greeted them with a smile, turned right out of the school gate and walked a few steps to the playground.

The whole playground was empty, the frost on the dead grass had melted in the early morning sun, the cotton shoes were already wet, and a few greedy sparrows scattered into the distance.

In addition to the handlebars at both ends, there is still a little shiny, the paint in the middle is mottled, Zhang Xuan padded the newspaper, unfolded the quilt, and vaguely smelled a faint smell of urine.

The basketball hoop stood alone, and even the shadow in the sun fell on the dead grass was a little lonely.

That boy named Niu Fangqiang, who loves basketball, will he still come to play in the future?

Many mornings, when Zhang was reading in the morning, he practiced under the basketball, dribbling, dodging, and making layups in three steps.

He sweats like rain on hot mornings, and he is hot on cold days, always full of energy.

It should be love or faith that gives him strength and vitality, so that he can eliminate distractions, overcome difficulties, and do what he likes.

He told Zhang Mian that he was going to work in other places, and he took his locomotive brand basketball, which was his token, and he had to have a token for his love for a sport to the extreme.

Just like the fanatical readers who like Mr. Wang Xiaobo call his lackeys, that is the happiness that can only be understood between them.

The running track on the playground was also rough because of the silence of a winter, and the footsteps of no youth rubbed on it, and there were branches that had been blown off by the wind, dead leaves rotting in the soil, cardboard plastic skins, and even beer bottles with bottles hidden in the dead grass.

When Wang Xiaoya and a group of girls were in physical education class, they would naturally take off their coats when they were running hot, and many girls who were not good-looking showed their beautiful figures, which made a group of boys cry out in surprise and spit out.

It was a conservative era, everyone was hot but subtle, and everyone pursued but hidden.

If you want to know the truth, then you look each other in the eye!

It was also on this runway that Yue Lei's scream made Zhang Mian redefine a man's voice.

Many years later, when He Bao's big voice became a smash hit star, Zhang Mian would not hesitate to think of the classmate who was not tall and had a strong explosive voice.

Zhang Mian has said to others in different places more than once that in fact, there is a classmate in junior high school who has a voice that can kill many singers in an instant.

That comfortable afternoon, Hu Dong was also in a trance under that scream, and lost the opportunity when he was fighting with classmate Yue.

Of course, this playground is the main battlefield of Zhang Mianchen's reading, and every place is so familiar in Zhang Mian's eyes, or many years later, this playground is to Zhang Mian what the altar of earth is to Shi Tiesheng, but unfortunately Zhang Mian can't write those beautiful and great words written by Shi Tiesheng.

Every sleepy morning, it is the pursuit and belief that make Zhang Mian get up and come to this open playground, in the sun, in the fog, in the frost, in the drizzle, to recite language, politics, and read foreign languages aloud.

He also got acquainted with a clump of cockscombs, creepers all over the wall, a lame but proud rooster, and a rag-picking uncle who often wore a towel on his head.

Finally, there is the daily unpredictable sky on the premises.

After returning from the playground, Zhang Mian went to the class to pay the book fee. As soon as I entered the door of the classroom, I raised my eyes and saw the tall and thin Hu Dong sitting on the desk, one leg on the ground, and one leg shaking in the air, like a cobra controlled by an Arab flute.

Hu Dongzheng was talking passionately to a classmate next to him, and when he saw Zhang Mian walking in, Hu Dong immediately stretched out his eyebrows, and he didn't think about Zhang Mian if he didn't see him for a month or so.

It's a bit of a chicken thief laughing.

"Zhang Xuan, you want to have a treat." After Hu Dong finished speaking, he knew that something was going to happen, which sounded like a good thing, but it felt a little weird.

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