I don't speculate about the silent night, I don't even care about the autumn wind in September, Shun Gengshan is a huge back, let the past roll in my hands, I know it will slow down, it will be still, it will slip from my hands, it will be erased and forgotten like the billions of things that happen every day on this planet. I don't guess who will stay in my heart, I don't even care about the ripples on the surface of the lake, the weeping willow is a phantom of love, let the memory roll in my heart, I know that it will slow down, it will be still, it will be forgotten from my heart, it will be inherited and changed like the whole human race from generation to generation and between hundreds of billions of people who died. I don't want to think about you anymore, I don't even write poems with loneliness and sighs. - Zhang Mian, "I don't want to think about you anymore".

Hu Dong came back singing a little song and carrying snacks.

At this time, Zhang Mian had read a page of stationery more than 80 times, and even remembered the position of the punctuation marks clearly, and even sniffed the letter several times like a dog.

"What is written, show me?" Hu Dong put down the snacks, and his hand was more professional than the one who asked for food on the overpass.

"What do you see, write it to me, I want to see it and let Wang Qian write it for you."

"Receiving a letter will make you crazy Nezha, your feet don't touch the ground, it's not uncommon to show me," after finishing speaking, he sat on the bed and ate his fish skin and peanuts.

Zhang Mian glanced at Hu Dong, and took advantage of his inattention to transfer the letter from one book to another, Hu Dong once peeked at Zhang Mian's diary, he is a person with a criminal record, this letter is much more important than a diary.

God knows what a teenager thinks when he eats a snack, and Hu Dong also showed a mysterious smile.

More than 20 years later, Zhang Mian can still clearly remember that Yanzi said in his first reply: The prodigal son will not change his money.

In the past, Zhang Mian was indeed a child who did not learn and did not know how to resist, trapped in a confused youth and could not extricate himself, he also wanted to resist but did not know how to resist, and wasted a few years of time.

The happiest thing for a person is to do the right thing at the right age.

One step late may be one step late, and eventually become a lifelong regret.

In the past few months of repeating his studies in Gaojia Village, Zhang Mian has had a very hard time, overloading himself with studying and reading every day, although he is tired, but fortunately, his grades have also improved a lot.

If you can keep improving, it is very possible to be admitted to Fengcheng No. 1 Middle School.

When Zhang Lu was lying in bed at night, he had not yet completely come out of the excitement, his eyes were blazing at the ceiling, as if he wanted to find out the metaphor implied in the letter from the irregular lime traces on the ceiling, and find out a tunnel hidden in the time machine leading from Gaojia Village to Zhangjia Village, so that the cracked acacia could collide unscrupulously in the tunnel.

His excitement at that time was unique to adolescence, with a continuous drive, and Zhang Mian can still feel the power of the computer screen in his face when he recalls it.

Make the bed cool full of sycamore moon, and the moon is bright in the absence of sycamore.

In the constantly jumping memories and complicated scenes, Zhang Mian entered his dream in a daze.

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The next afternoon, the late autumn sun was just right, and the air was filled with the fragrance of the bare earth after the crops.

At this time, rumors about Zhang Mian had spread throughout the junior high school class.

From the version of Zhang Mian in the first row of the classroom to the last row of Zhang Mian's belly, the different versions are splitting and integrating.

"Who are you talking to?" Gao Xiaoya gently poked Zhang Mian's back with a pen from the back row, and Hu Dong, the initiator of the rumors, had long since disappeared.

"Don't listen to Hu Dong's nonsense."

"It's called Yanzi, right, studying at Zhangjiacun Middle School."

"yes, it's just an old classmate."

"Not your girlfriend? Listen to you shouting with joy after receiving her letter. ”

"Did he still say I had rabies?"

"Haha, anyway, when you weren't in the classroom, he said aloud in his seat about your behavior after receiving the letter, and the most exaggerated thing was that you happily shook hands with the skeleton in the chemistry lab."

"This Hu Dong, there is a problem with his character, he doesn't take a draft to peep into the girls' dormitory, you may believe his words, he just wants to see my letter, I didn't show it to him."

"Yes, he's the best at." Gao Xiaoya felt relieved after speaking.

"Xiaoya, you are still too young, I never believed what Hu Dong said, what he chose during the exam was equivalent to helping me eliminate one, and the original choice of four became one of three. Xiaoya, please open your small eyes and take a good look, just by virtue of Zhang Mian's appearance, it is definitely a rumor, does he look like someone who can find a girlfriend. Liu Yifeng didn't raise his head and said.

"Liu Yifeng, what do you mean, don't I just steal half a bag of melon seeds from you, you slander me like this, I didn't praise you for your good looks a few days ago, you don't have to stare to see it, my appearance can refresh and raise your definition of handsome in an instant"

"Hahaha, Zhang Mian is handsome, handsome." Gao Xiaoya couldn't help laughing.

"He's a cricket, right, I said Xiaoya, you won't take a fancy to him, right?"

"Death side." Gao Xiaoya blushed, picked up a notebook and called Liu Yifeng.

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On Sunday evening, Zhang and Cao Xiaoshan sat on the dam of the wheel kiln factory, either on the grass of the playground or under the osmanthus tree in front of Cao Xiaoshan's house.

At that time, they really didn't have much to go, and they didn't need to go much, and everyone was very happy to see each other, and they were really happy from the bottom of their hearts.

"Swallow wrote back to me." Zhang Mian tried his best to suppress his excited tone, as if he said it casually.

"You wrote to her and she replied?" Cao Xiaoshan didn't believe it, Zhang Mian wanted this kind of effect, the greater the contrast, the better, which satisfied his vanity very well.

"I just listened to your suggestion and gave it a try." Zhang Mian retold the letter written to him by Yanzi to Cao Xiaoshan word for word.

"What kind of world, the image of the swallow in my heart is completely ruined, you can tell it yourself, in addition to the human reality, the only shining point on your body is the button."

"Maybe it's because I'm more temperamental." Zhang Mian was not a little angry because of Cao Xiaoshan's sarcasm, he was willing to Cao Xiaoshan to call him a toad, a toad who ate swan meat.

"I haven't seen you for a few months, you've learned to brag, and you're always sure to be ruthless."

"Haha, you envy me too."

"Cut, I have a girlfriend, I envy you, where are you going."

"Let's not talk about you, what should I do next, you are now half of the city, you must have more ideas than me." Zhang Mian is still grateful to Cao Xiaoshan, after all, following his advice has been rewarded, and he still patted his ass a little.

"Well, for the sake of your sincere attitude, I'll give you another point, the next time you reply to her, ask her for a photo, if she gives it to you, it means that she may be really interesting to you."

"Is it just possible to give a photo?"

"It's also possible that she's too kind, and she can't bear to give it to you."

"It's so complicated, and you're really good at it. What if she doesn't give it? ”

"If you don't give it, you should do whatever you want, stay in Gaojia Village and go to school."

"Yes. I'll talk about it then."

As the sun set, Zhang Mian and Cao Xiaoshan sat side by side, with a long shadow behind them.

After the reunion, it was separated, and early the next morning, Cao Xiaoshan went east to Fengcheng by car, and Zhang Mian rode a bicycle to Gaojia Village.

Along the way, Zhang Mian silently thought that the prodigal son would not change his money, while pedaling the bicycle as fast as possible.

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Zhang has been writing the book for almost a month, and it is even more slow, taking him three to four hours per chapter, from 9 p.m. to the early hours of the next morning.

When he writes, he listens to the radio, sipps strong tea, and uses the computer to type the words with difficulty, forming them into sentences, and expressing his truest thoughts as much as possible.

He hopes that the words he writes are like the seeds sown by his ancestors, leaving some lines of green, leaving behind his love for life, and leaving his reluctance to the past.

In middle age, he often dreams back at midnight, back to the era of fluttering white clothes, when there were many good memories, simple stories and kind people.

Zhang Mian wants to write them down, to show them to himself and others, and to give himself an explanation, in the book there is his youth that will never come again, and the love that he can't bear to forget, which is also the most fundamental motivation for him to insist on writing. If there is a certain chapter or a sentence in this book that can be affirmed by the readers, please let Zhang Mian see your approval and let him write it more courageously.

He envied the writers who could write 10,000 words a day, and in this respect he was basically good for nothing but diligence and perseverance, he could not describe the story well, he could not control the connection between chapters, he could not grasp the needs of the reader, and in the hours of each writing, these questions swarmed up and tortured and ridiculed him.

But he firmly believes that he will finish this novel, which is not like a novel, and thank those who have given him trust, encouragement, and comfort.