10

The next morning, Lin Yiyong got up before dawn, and the whole alley was wet and smelled of a foul smell, and it seemed that it had rained again last night.

At five o'clock in the sky and because of the rain just after it, Lin Yiyong could only walk forward in the dark with a small flashlight. The light of the flashlight shuttles through the leaves, across the walls, and finally into the potholed water, refracting small white dots of light.

Cheng Huajuan woke up a minute after he left, it should be a large temperature difference between day and night in autumn, she sneezed, and immediately wrapped a quilt that was not thick with half cotton.

I don't want to get up but I can't sleep, I can only stare at the ceiling like this, who knows what she is thinking?

It should be the coldest time of the day, Lin Yiyong only put on a factory overalls, the dark blue overalls were obviously a size smaller, he could only clamp his clothes tightly, but the wind still drilled straight into his clothes.

There are no pedestrians on the road, and occasionally a few cars pass through. When Lin Yiyong buys paints, he will go to a Chenguang painting material store in the town, which has been open for about ten years, and the owner is Lin Yiyong's high school classmate, who, like him, went home and opened a shop before he was admitted to college.

After walking for about dozens of minutes to reach the town, the sky was slightly bright, and the sun also showed a small top, but it was blocked by the fog, and only a vague light and shadow could be seen.

Lin Yiyong turned off the light and touched the hair on the top of his head that was damp from the fog.

"I'm here so early, and I'm buying paint for your daughter." As soon as Zhang Xing opened the lift door, he saw Lin Yiyong standing next to the door, lighting a cigarette in the mist.

"Lao Zhang, why do you think I'm such a failure in my life." After Lin Yiyong entered, he casually found a stool and sat down.

"Does your daughter know about that?"

Lin Yiyong nodded.

Zhang Xing sat next to him and sighed, "Actually, at that time, except for Lao Zhan, we didn't get admitted to college, and we were the only ones who studied art, and we all thought you could mix the best." ”

"Alas, creation makes people." Lin Yiyong shook the cigarette in his hand and stood up, "Go and help me get a box of cooked brown, a box of black, and that large brush." ”

"Lao Lin, you still have a wife and daughter, you can't be defeated so easily, I looked at the painting of your daughter you brought last time, it is promising, you can let her study art in the second year of high school, maybe she can be admitted to a good university."

"That's what I think, it's her mother'......" Lin Yiyong shook his head when he said this, looking helpless.

Zhang Xing patted him on the shoulder, and then handed the packaged paint to Lin Yiyong's hand, "Just two boxes of paint are not worth much, you can take it, classmate." ”

Lin Yiyong glanced at him and didn't speak, and then put the fifteen yuan on the counter.

When he went out, it was a lot brighter, there were more pedestrians on the road, and the wind was much lighter, and he thought that his daughter should get up at this time, and he had to hurry back quickly, otherwise it would be too late.

The small light of the pancake stand opposite turned on, and the aunt who sold oatmeal sorted out the tools and started a busy day, the yellow light accompanied by the mist hitting the aunt's face, reflecting a gentle color.

At this time of the day, there are always a lot of stalls shouting here. Probably because of the weather, there is only this small stall here. Lin Yiyong suddenly remembered that Lin Anyu likes to drink oatmeal. Lin Yiyong couldn't help but walk over, and before he reached the other side, he began to shout in a loud voice, "Hey, help me pack a piece of oatmeal." ”

When the aunt heard this, she immediately started to move, and with her skillful technique, a cup was quickly served, and the boiling hot air came out of it, blended with the mist that could not be seen clearly, and threw it around the lamp.

"Thank you." Lin Yiyong quickly ran to the opposite side, quickly put the two yuan in the money box, and ran back with the oatmeal.

He ran in a hurry, for fear that he would delay his daughter's studies if he was a second late.

The sound of the wind blowing past the car in my ears.

For a moment he didn't seem to hear any sound, even the sound of the wind blowing became smaller, his brain was running rapidly, but it was only a vague white patch, and his straight and strong back finally fell to the ground.

You are white in my memory, the white of the lily with a fragrance, you have rendered the color of the rainbow on top of your white, it is so lively and clear in the sun, through the clouds and the sky, and finally through the place of my heart.

And I'm gray, the gray of the earth with the smell of the rain, and it's I who slowly dyed your color black.

There were staccato images running through his mind, he picked up his pen, he went with the wind, he wrote her name on the blue-gray wall, he threw the carefully prepared roses into the trash, he smiled wryly in the sun.

They say: Love that goes against the principles of the world will not be happy.

It won't be happy.

Yes, I've never been happy, but I still want to hold on desperately, even if the sand leaks from the cracks in my fingertips.

It was much quieter, and he didn't know if it was his illusion or if the sun had broken through the clouds, but he felt the light hit him. His hand was still tightly gripping the transparent plastic bag on the outside of the oatmeal, but the oatmeal had already spilled all over the ground and slowly spread on the concrete floor. The blood also slowly remained on the other side, and soon blended with the oatmeal.

He closed his eyes, and the world was truly quiet.