Time is a strange thing, and it is extremely susceptible to subjective emotions. The time of health is divided between the two states of flying like electricity and staggering like a turtle.

In the first few days after returning home, Ankang seemed to have a sense of living like a year. There's nowhere to spend the whole day. Ankang wants to find the shadow of his childhood, but he finds that the shadow of his childhood has burrowed into the attic of memory, and he is unwilling to probe no matter how tempting he is.

Ankang tried to find his former friends, but they were only taken to the ridge or the market to accompany them to deal with the work that seemed to never be finished, and when they were idle, they just invited Ankang to play mahjong or gamble with them again and again.

After the anxious period of returning home, Ankang returned to his own world, in addition to helping his parents with work, he was accompanied by books and single players all day long.

Life passed uneventfully. The only major discovery was when Ankang found a hidden audio input when he reinserted the antenna of the color TV. Ankang bought an audio cable and connected the single player to the TV. Next, the music from the single-player was played from the TV's stereo speaker.

This was supposed to be a good thing to the delight of Ankang and his parents, but it backfired on the sultry entertainment that attracted a large group of villagers who had nothing to do during the day. They got their favorite music tapes through various channels and took them to Ankang's home to play.

In this way, Ankang's family not only lost the tranquility of the night, but even the tranquility of the day.

After Ankang's house became an entertainment center in Shili and Eight Townships, some villagers came up with the idea of borrowing a video recorder from relatives in the county town to upgrade Ankang's house into a video hall. The idea was widely supported by the villagers. But just before everyone could agree on it, Ankang brutally but firmly strangled the seeds of this idea.

The long holiday is finally over. Ankang returned to Shanghai from his hometown.

Everything was the same in Shanghai, but Ankang always felt as if something had changed, and he couldn't say anything for a while.

After a while, Ankang finally noticed. Nothing has changed, cousin Lin Mushuang has changed.

Lin Mushuang is either away from home all day, or lying on the bed all day long listening to songs with headphones on, looking like she is happy and can't talk to anyone.

Ankang asked Lin Mushuang: "Frost, what's wrong with you these days?" Always listless. Are all the designs for my uncle ready? ”

Lin Mushuang said: "What else is designed? No more designing. ”

"Why? What plan you designed that your dad didn't like? ”

"No, my dad's thing is yellow."

"Yellow is off?" An Kang was surprised, "What's going on?" ”

"I don't know the specifics, it's said that he was cheated by the people who worked with him."

"That's right." This kind of thing is beyond the scope of Ankang's concern, and he continued to be more concerned about the topic, "If the design is not done, then you won't go to Lujiazui?" I see you didn't bring any painting tools with you. ”

"It's not fun to go alone."

"I'll go with you. Anyway, you've already finished the high school entrance exam...... If my uncle agrees. ”

"It's not fun to study design now."

"How?" An Kang asked.

"You can't use those who learn it. I had a fight with my dad about this, but now I'm just having fun before I go to high school. You can play as much as you want, and when you go to high school, you have to start studying tirelessly. ”

What Lin Mushuang said was indeed the truth. Ankang, a high school student, is a living example in front of Lin Mushuang. Since he went to high school, he has basically entered a state of not eating fireworks in the world. Although it has not reached the level of the end of the cantilever cone and piercing the strands, it is also deaf to the outside of the window and only reads the college entrance examination books.

Lin Mushuang said again: "Forget it, don't talk about this." If you don't have anything to do today, come and sing with me. ”

"To sing?"

"Yes. How have you practiced Leslie Cheung's songs? I've got to put you to the test today. ”

Without waiting for An Kang to answer, Lin Mushuang ripped a headset off her ear, jumped off the bed, and went to the living room to make a call.

After the phone call, Lin Mushuang asked Ankang to get ready to go out, and closed the room to change clothes. During the whole process, all of Ankang's objections were dismissed one by one.

The karaoke parlor they booked was not far from their home, a newly opened shop on the edge of "Little Shanghai". This shop is good in Zhoupu in terms of grade and price. However, the peak time of business is at night, and there are not many customers during the day. In addition, it is the marketing period of the new store, and I want to attract more students during the holidays. Therefore, the price of a private room for students is less than one-fifth of that of a night.

When An Kang and Lin Muchi arrived at the karaoke hall, there were already three or four people sitting in their private room, all of whom were Lin Mushuang's classmates and knew Ankang. After singing less than three tunes, seven or eight people poured in. Originally, the karaoke hall was not allowed to bring their own food and drink, but these students naturally crossed the sea to show their powers, and after a while, the table was filled with all kinds of food and drinks.

As soon as there were many people, the atmosphere became warm. Lin Mushuang was originally going to take the Ankang singing test, but she was so exhausted that she had no time to take care of her classmates.

Ankang is also happy to sit in the corner of the sofa and listen to others sing.

Half an hour later, the situation took a major turn. Ankang, the loneliest person in the entire private room, turned out to be the most popular person. First of all, these junior high school graduates are interested in Ankang because they want to hear him describe the life of a high school student. Then the boys were squeezed aside, and the places around Ankang were occupied by the girls, and the topics of conversation became more and more imaginative.

When Lin Mushuang saw this scene, she was faintly unhappy in her heart, and quickly indicated that this was her cousin. Her presentation is mainly two main points, one is "cousin" and the other is "hers". However, the girls directly ignored "her" and emphasized the "cousin" - since this handsome boy is your cousin, then don't join in the fun.

As soon as Lin Mushuang was pushed aside, a girl asked loudly, "Whose song does your cousin like to sing?" ”

"Leslie Cheung. "The Love of the Year". ”

"Oh. I see. No wonder you love to listen to Leslie Cheung's songs, it turns out that your cousin likes it. ”

This...... Isn't it the other way around? When Lin Mushuang had nowhere to explain, the girl clicked "The Love of the Year" and cut off the song that the other boy was singing.

This made the boy who was screaming very aggrieved: "I haven't finished singing yet." ”

The girl snatched his microphone down and said, "What are you singing?" It's been howling for half an hour, aren't you tired? ”

Although Ankang went back to his hometown, his kung fu did not pull down. After singing the song "Love of the Year", the audience was shocked: "Wow, it sings too similarly!" ”

This made the girls who didn't pay attention to Ankang also start to squeeze to Ankang.

This scene made Lin Mushuang even more unhappy. I knew that she should sing with her cousin, and it wasn't expensive anyway.

After the summer vacation, Lin Mushuang became Ankang's high school girl. Uncle and aunt became more and more busy, and they didn't have time to cook lunch for Ankang and Lin Mushuang, so they gave money to buy meal tickets and solve the lunch problem in the school cafeteria. This is a good thing for both Ankang and Lin Mushuang. Ankang can save some time to go home at noon to review, and Lin Mushuang can use the saved time to go out shopping with her classmates.

One day, Ankang was chatting with his classmates over lunch in the shade of a tree by the playground with his lunch box, and two girls walked over to them. The boys immediately stopped talking and looked at the two girls.

The two girls muttered a few words in a low voice, and then one of the girls walked up to Ankang and asked menacingly: "Ankang, why didn't you reply to the letter I wrote to you?" ”

"Letter? …… cough cough cough ...... What letter? "Ankang almost choked on food.

"I'll let Lin Mushuang bring it to you."

"Lin Mushuang?" Only then did An Kang recognize this girl as Lin Mushuang's classmate. I went to a karaoke hall to sing together during the summer vacation.

An Kang shook his head: "Lin Mushuang didn't give me any letters." ”

Another girl also came up to me and asked, "Didn't she give you my letter either?" ”

Ankang continued to shake his head.

"Let's go, go to Lin Mushuang to settle accounts!" The two girls turned and walked away.

Ankang's classmates gathered around Ankang and asked, "Ankang, what's going on?" I've learned to be a school girl at a young age. Also write letters. ”

Ankang shook his head and denied it, explaining to them that this was his cousin's classmate, and everyone wrote letters for fun. Of course, Ankang's classmates didn't believe it.

As soon as Ankang returned home in the evening, Lin Mushuang rushed to his room and asked, "What did you tell them?" ”

Ankang understood that it was about faith, and said, "I didn't say anything." They asked me if I had received any letter from them, and I said no. ”

"I'm so!" Lin Mushuang gritted her teeth.

"Did they write to me?"

"Written!"

"And what about the letters?" An Kang asked.

"I tore it up. Thrown. ”

"Hey, it's not right for you little girl to do this. How can you tear up and throw away other people's letters? ”

"What they're writing is so fleshy!"

"Hey, that's even more wrong with you. Not only did you tear up and throw away the letters, but you also read the personal letters that others wrote to me? ”

"I didn't look at it."

"I didn't read it, so how do you know what is written?"

"I just know anyway."

It's a real mess.

Youth is a mess. Some people are busy enjoying the muddle, while others are busy settling accounts. Those who enjoy the confusion eventually enjoy their youth, and those who settle accounts are already old when they find that the accounts are clear.

The confusion of youth is also innocence, which is an innocence without any embellishment. Adults regard this innocence as a beautiful dream, and the boys and girls in the dream are often obsessed with it.