In July and August every year, the Erhai Lake is always bustling, and once again the tranquility of Erhai Lake is gone, only the crowds are crowded. Now I don't know where my hometown is, but I know for sure that I will live in Erhai for the rest of my life. There is a hill not far from this sea, and perhaps there will be a tombstone of mine in the future, and I have thought of the epitaph on it, and I want to sleep here quietly.

I didn't plan to come out today, I'm being urged by others now, and I feel like I don't have any room for myself. But I really had an empty head today, and I couldn't write anything, so I simply turned off my phone, so that I would think that no one would find me anymore and live a day that was just for me.

But I have regretted it since I came out, this is no longer the scene when I first came, maybe it hasn't changed here, but in the past few years, the tourism industry has improved, there are more people, and the scenery in my heart has also changed.

Now there are all men and women, old and young, some are teasing children, some are supporting the old man to look at the mountain in the distance, probably these old people will never see these again, they seem to be extra cautious, as if they are afraid of missing something.

I'm bored and always want to avoid these crowds, but I can see them wherever I go. It seems that I can't be alone today, and I'm ready to turn around and go home. Suddenly, a couple appeared in front of my eyes, the man was holding a kite in one hand, and the two kites were floating in the sky, in order to keep the two kite strings from mixing together, his movement was particularly large, and the woman was taking pictures seriously.

This scene feels so familiar to me, and I feel a sense of déjà vu when I look at it, isn't that what I was like at the beginning?

Seeing their appearances, I felt very quiet inside, and this long-lost feeling reappeared. I feel like I'm about to get lost in this place, I thought I would be with everything I liked, I would keep my dream to the end, and now I slowly realize that it was just a dream, but I don't want to wake up yet.

"I'll get one for you, you're struggling like this." The girl put her phone in her pocket and ran over to grab the kite string in the boy's right hand.

The boy carefully handed the thread to the girl, took a glove from his pocket with one hand, and said, "Take it, be careful to cut it." ”

I was stunned when I saw this scene, thinking of me once and now, the optimistic, cheerful, innocent and lively, and a little self-conscious, the sky was so blue at that time, the dress was so exquisite, you were so good, I was so ignorant and inconsiderate. Where are the gloves you gave me, but I never cared if you were cold or not.

At this moment, I really wanted to be fascinated by the scenery in front of me, and I didn't want to move around anymore, so I simply sat on the beach not far away, staring at the couple in front of me in a daze, as if I saw my youth and everything that happened seven years ago.

The girl suddenly hugged the boy, and the boy leaned over and kissed the girl on the forehead. The girl's delicate face flushed slightly and she buried her head in the boy's chest.

They snuggled up like that for a long time, and before they knew it, the kite string in the girl's hand slipped out of her hand, and the kite drifted away with the wind, farther and farther away, more and more blurred, and finally disappeared into the sky.

At this time, a little boy of five or six years old came over, gently pulled the corner of the girl's clothes, pointed to the sky and said, "Sister, the kite has flown away." ”

The girl looked back at the little boy, then into the distance, and then stared at the boy with an innocent face, like a child who had done something wrong.

"It's okay baby, fly away and fly away, but you must hold on to me, don't lose me." The boy touched the girl's head and said.

"My heart is with you, and wherever you go, I will find you." The girl hugged the boy tighter.

The boy was still holding the kite string tightly in his left hand, and the little boy was staring at the string in the boy's hand, for fear that the uncle in front of him would accidentally let the kite fly again.

The boy smiled when he saw the serious look of the little boy next to him, and said, "You like this kite, so I'll give it to you." ”

The little boy nodded and stretched out his hand with some impatience, as if something he had been waiting for for a long time was about to reach his hand, both surprised and a little nervous.

The boy took the girl's hand and squatted down together, handed the kite string in his hand to the little boy and said, "Since you like it, then I will give it to you, but you must hold it tightly and do not let it fly away." ”

The little boy nodded firmly, as if in an adult's tone: "I won't let it fly away, since I like it so much, I will definitely protect it, if I can't even catch what I like, then won't I become a fool, I'm not stupid." So saying, the little boy ran away alone with the kite string.

Indeed, if you can't even grasp your favorite things, you are a fool, and it took me seven years to understand that I am the fool.

Watching the little boy running freely, my heart also ran away, running through this Erhai Lake, running through the distant mountains, running more than 3,000 kilometers, but in the end I didn't know where to run, and I didn't know where to stop.

Just as my thoughts were wandering, I felt something hit me, and I looked back to see that it was the little boy running with the kite.

He looked up at me, then gently patted the sand on my back with his chubby little hand, and carefully said sorry uncle.

At this time, the couple also walked up to me, picked up the little boy and said, "Didn't you fall, did you?" "The girl also politely said sorry to me.

I got up and said, "It's okay, children are like this, he's fine." Who are you children? ”

The boy put down the little boy and said, "This kid likes my kite, so I'll give it to him, and we're embarrassed to see him hit you." ”

Then the little boy shouted into the distance, "Mommy, Mommy, I'm here." And waved his hand in the air.

A well-dressed middle-aged woman in the distance hurriedly ran over and hugged the little boy and scolded loudly: "You want to kill your mother in a hurry, you are really disobedient." Then he turned his head to look at us, probably to ask what had just happened.

That's probably the case with every mother, who wants to know the whole of their child. That eager look reminded me of my mother, who might still be there waiting for me to go back, but I don't seem to be able to find my way home now.

The girl was embarrassed to say to the child's mother: "The child is very cute, I just saw that he likes kites, I gave him away, he has been here for a long time, and you are worried." ”

The middle-aged woman looked at the kite held by the little boy and said very politely: "Thank you, how much is the kite, I will give it to you." "She's already in her pocket to get the money.

"No, I've already given it to the child, and he promised to protect it well, and we are all very happy." and grimaced at the little boy, "Isn't it?" ”

The little boy looked at his mother and said, "Yes, I promised my uncle that I must protect it well." ”

The middle-aged woman said to the little boy, "Then don't you hurry up and thank you, uncle." ”

The little boy thanked him and was taken away by his mother, and I was ready to leave. I felt that this moment of tranquility still couldn't stop the trivial matters of reality, and went home to prepare to struggle with the trivial matters.

I was about to say goodbye to the couple as well, but I saw them whispering something, and I didn't bother it, so I turned and left.

Just a few steps away, the boy crept up in front of me and said cautiously, "Are you a writer Zhang Chi?" ”

I was stunned at first, not knowing how to answer. Because no one has recognized me since I was writing, and I have never been seen in public. I'm afraid that my readers will be disappointed in me, that they will know that good writing comes from such a bad me.

But I still nodded seriously, after all, Zhang Chi is me, I am the best-selling author, and this is also my dream since I was a child.

The girl also came over and said, "I have read your "Give Youth an Explanation", and I feel that the youth described in this book is a real youth, and I like you very much."

She was the first of my readers to say that she liked me face-to-face, which made me feel a long-lost excitement and feel that my life was still worthwhile.

But I still made a puzzling move, that is, I wouldn't go away.

At this time, the boy walked one step ahead of me and stood down, the expression on his face was very complicated, and he said a little overwhelmed: "My girlfriend likes your novel very much, but why did your "Give Youth an Explanation" stop, he is very sad, I don't want to see her sad, I beg you to finish it." The boy choked up a little as he spoke.

It also went to the depths of my heart, why did I stop changing, what was I afraid of, what was I worried about, so why did I write it in the first place, these questions filled my mind, and I felt like my brain was going to explode.

I didn't really want to speak, but looking at the boy's pleading eyes again, I said, "You really love your girlfriend, but remember, keep loving forever and you'll be very lucky in the end." The reason why I stopped changing is that I didn't grasp the love I once had, but I don't want your love to stop changing too, if you want us to go to my book house together and tell you. ”

It's been a long time since I've said so much, and now I feel a little impatient to talk about the past that I never wanted to talk about.

My library was not very far from Erhai Lake, but after walking for 20 minutes, I could see that Erhai Lake was very peaceful in the morning. Because I've been too lazy to leave lately, I drove over, and when I went back, it was naturally a car, and we came to my study house in less than five minutes.

My library is not big, but the thing I am most proud of is my desk, which is based on my childhood fantasies.

I asked them what they were drinking, and they said they wouldn't drink anything, and I didn't bother to bring them tea and water, and I felt compelled to tell my story quickly when I saw their eager expressions.

When it comes to stories, there should be wine, but now that I have drunk too much, I can't tell the story. Now I take this opportunity to reminisce about the old sake and tell the story of my memories.