The restlessness of the last day before the holiday is clear in the cafeteria in the early morning, and everyone is very sloppy in eating, as if they hope that time will go faster and start the eight-day vacation immediately. Millet and I at least ate decently, not completely perfunctory. When I came to class, I found a finger cake on the desk, still hot. Looking back at the back row of the classroom, I wanted to find Zhang Taotao, but he was not there. After a while, he came in through the front door, took nothing in his hand, didn't look at me, and went back to his seat on his own.

Did he go to the second shift? Sure enough, after school at noon, Mi Le told me that Brother Tao gave him a finger cake.

I forgot to say thank you to him again. But why did he bring me bread? We only listened to him, and did not provide him with even the slightest material help, nor did we say much comforting words.

Taotao didn't go back to the dormitory at noon, and he didn't see anyone in the afternoon, probably taking half a day off to go home. He didn't even pack his salute, though he didn't have much to take with him.

"Ke Ke, how many days will you go home for National Day?" Miller asked me during lunch break.

"You leave me alone, it's time to go home."

"If you're all right, ...... You live in my house, right? ”

"Huh?" I was a little confused, and I barely spent the night at my classmates.

"I don't have anyone at home, what are you afraid of, my parents only came back on the 5th. Anyway, you don't have anywhere to go, so you might as well come to my house and forget it, just don't dislike it. ”

I agreed.

"But there are conditions, you can't live in vain." He shook his finger.

"On what terms?"

"Take me out for two days. I've been in Jiangyuan for a month, and I haven't played much, and I don't know where to go. ”

How unthinkable is this? Every National Day, several of the most famous scenic spots in Jiangyuan are crowded, and when the two of us go, there is a chance that we will be squeezed into meat sauce. When I said this, he pouted and said that you are from here anyway, and it will all be left to you, and if the tour guide is not good, he will rush to sleep on the floor.

"Hmph, then I'm not going yet." Of course, this sentence is too lethal for me to say that.

Jiangyuan is also a famous historical and cultural city in China, but I know very little about these things. My sister used to say that I lived too "lightly" and never paid attention to history or news. She was right, I lived my life one day at a time, as if nothing outside of my life had anything to do with me. Miller's question made me feel a lot weaker, except for the occasional cranky thoughts when my mind wandered, it seemed that I did not know as much about the place where I grew up living as well as my age.

The cultural monuments of Jiangyuan are very scattered, existing on the corners of each neighborhood or on the streets of the city, but they are not necessarily known to me. It's not like some cities that have a very high concentration of attractions and are located in a certain area. It seems that it is difficult for locals to say that if you come, you must go, and if you don't go, you don't come. The history of Jiang Yuan seems to be a part of the daily life of the city, and a tree or a bridge that passes by may have passed for a hundred years. We've been used to it for a long time, and maybe that's why I didn't pay attention to the stories behind them. The green mountains where the emperors and generals were buried, the alleys where the talented and beautiful women left their romances, the city walls and ancient temples that listened to the wind and rain for hundreds of years, and the people related to them have long since turned into dust, and we are still living our own morning and twilight in these places. Why do you have to know the truth from the fake? We are also a part of history and are becoming a part of it.

Well, next time my sister talks about me, I'll just go back and see what she has to say.

After school, I packed up my things in the dormitory, and I took a few sets of change of clothes, as well as homework assigned by the teacher. Miller was different, he stuffed almost all his textbooks into his bag, and the result was a bulging mountain again.

"Didn't you say you were going to hang out? What are you doing with so many textbooks? Do you want me to go home with you for self-study? ”

He said that if he couldn't find the textbook while studying, it would be troublesome. This schoolbag is as heavy as a meteorite, and when he carries it on his back, the person is like a small sapling that has been bent, and it will break at any time, and he is afraid to see it. In the end, I asked him to divide the textbook in half and put it in my bag, and give up a few more books that were really unlikely to be used. Even so, there are still a lot left, and it seems that he will not be at ease if he does not bring them all back.

Now the two of them are not "light". What's even more troublesome is that the bus stop is full of people, and there is no place to sit down and relax. As you can imagine, there are no seats on the bus. During the rush hour after work, and catch up with the holidays, at this time, getting on the bus is basically a sheep's mouth.

My phone was ringing, and I had to take my wrist off the armrest, wipe a thick clump of hair, go through a sweaty back, dodge another dangling arm, and feel it out of my pocket, all the while making a way for someone who was about to get out of the car.

Who has to call at such a time?

"Hey, Waywe, hey?" My sister on the phone read my nickname as if she couldn't get any signal at all, and kept saying "feed". My character "Wei" is always pronounced as the third tone, and only my cousin has insisted on reading it correctly for so many years, and even my parents are sometimes not so firm.

Maybe Xianxian would too, but he usually only called his brother.

"What's the matter?" I answered.

"It's nothing, are you going home for National Day?"

"No, what's wrong?"

"Don't tell me you're in school for eight days."

"Or else?"

"Why don't you go back for a few days, you don't have to go back all the time, just stay for ......"

"My parents asked you to be a lobbyist again?"

There were a lot of people on the bus, and Miller was squeezed a little far away from me, and I shouldn't be able to hear what I was saying.

"What, you have to go home for the Mid-Autumn Festival, right? Fourth, our two families eat together, can we give my sister a face? Please. ”

Why is she still coquettish?

"But I told Miller that there is no one at his house, and I will go to his house to accompany him......"

"Why don't you go home with Miller during the Mid-Autumn Festival. My aunt and uncle would have agreed. It's not easy for him to be alone, so let's celebrate the holiday with us. ”

That's a really good idea.

"Well, then I'll ask him."

"Really? That's great! The other end of the phone was overjoyed, "Then you must come, manly man, it is difficult to chase after a word." ”

"But I haven't asked him yet......"

"Anyway, you agreed, don't go back!"

She hung up the phone.

In order to get off, we had to pull ourselves out of the bus. Maybe the bus was too bloated, it was supposed to arrive in dozens of minutes, but it took almost an hour to walk. The school uniforms we were wearing were soaked in the car, and as soon as we got off the bus, the autumn breeze close to October greeted us and swept away the heat from our clothes. The quiet blue pressed the last rays of the setting sun towards the horizon, and the telephone poles on the side of the road were pulled haphazardly, standing out like a row of crows under the deep blue sky. We walked to the side of a neighborhood that is neither old nor new, Miller swiped his card, and the tall iron gate slowly opened.

"Don't think my house is bad, after all, it's a rented house." He pulled me into the dark doorway, pressed the elevator button, and a dull sound came from above.

There are elevators, how can they go?

Millet pressed the button on the tenth floor. When he came out, he turned on the lights in the hallway. I thought he was going to pull out the key and open the door in front of him—he did, but he waved at me and motioned to go upstairs. The two of us climbed up another floor in the not-so-bright light, which was the eleventh floor that wasn't shown on the elevator. It may be a bit mysterious or scary to say this, but in fact, the top is the rooftop. Miller used the key to open the door to the rooftop and turned on the light in the door. When I walked up, he locked the door with his backhand.

When I entered the door, I saw a half-lit light overhead, and a moth hitting it. Near the switch of the light, there is a row of kitchen utensils, a stove, a gas canister, a cutting board, a kitchen knife, and a refrigerator. The kitchenette is covered by a blue awning with a simple plastic door at the end. Millet opened the door and beckoned me out, and he came back and turned off the light and closed the door.

I saw the tall and low buildings in the distant city scattered under the sky, shimmering with honeycomb light. The wind blew in an irregular manner, scurrying with the smell of sweat stains on the dark rooftop. It's too high and too cold here. Miller had an extra flashlight in his hand, shining with a round light, and he walked forward by my hand like a parent bringing a child home in the park late at night. I wasn't scared, but at this moment it seemed like he was my only support. We came to a door, about five or six meters away from the kitchen behind us, and in the unfamiliar darkness, I couldn't see its shape until the light of the flashlight illuminated it as it was.

Insert the key, turn, and the door opens. What I saw was very simple rooms. On the left hand is a small table with a computer on it. On the right hand is a white door, which should be a bathroom. Two steps forward, two beds were arranged, close to each other, the layout of a fast hotel. Pillows and quilts were neatly stacked at the head of the bed, and there was a chair on each side of the bed, presumably for the purpose of the bedside table, which was empty and not littered. On the opposite side of the bed were two tables, one of which had a slightly old television and a row of outlets on the wall. There were no curtains, as there were no windows at the end of the room, just two cabinets and a closed door with a yellowed air conditioner hanging from the door.

Is this Millet's home?

"It seems to be a little shabby, but how to say it, it's rented, so it's not too easy to move people's things, so it's going to be settled." He explained to himself, then graciously pulled me to the table and told me to put my bag down first.

After carrying it for a long time, I forgot that the things on my shoulders were so heavy.

"I didn't expect my family to be like this, did you?" He was still grinning.

I don't know what to say. After a pause, I asked him where I would sleep if he drove me to make a bunk.

"Of course, you can sleep on the rooftop, and you can lie down and count the stars." He was a little smug, "How's it going?" You don't have that big balcony in your house, do you? Do you want me to count with you? ”

I smiled and said that it was better to forget it, for fear of being blown downstairs by the wind. He asked me if I was afraid of heights, and I said no, I was afraid of falling.

"Anyway, I think the kitchen outside is illegal, don't demolish it one day." Millet pulled me to sit down on the bed near the door. Its sheets were blue, and there were many small cloud-like sheep running on it. It must have been his bed, and the one next to it was a little bigger, and it was his parents'. The sheets are also more plain, with no patterns or ornamentation.

"Will this room be demolished?"

"Not really. This room is a ten-story attic, you look at the door inside, you can go down to the tenth floor from there, here must be bought on the top floor as a gift. As you might have guessed, our landlord is a resident on the 10th floor. He sealed the back of the door so that the roof of the roof became a separate room that could be rented out. ”

"So he built the kitchen too?"

"That's right, he also locked the roof. You need two keys to get in. As he spoke, he flaunted the keyring in his hand.

Not knowing what to say, I patted him on the shoulder.

"It's fun to say, you know? Although it was windy outside, the room was very stable. The only trouble is rain, can you imagine? It was a rainy day on the day I came to Jiangyuan. My parents had been living here for a while. But I was taken aback, everyone else entered the house to collect umbrellas, and our family was ready to open the umbrella when they entered the door. Because don't you have to walk a few steps from the kitchen to get here, and you have to hold up the umbrella again. That night was super funny, my dad was stir-frying, and my mom brought dishes from the kitchen with an umbrella in the dark, just like the people in the movie secretly sent food to the Eighth Route Army. It's good that I'm here, I can give them a flashlight and pick something up......

"I didn't actually stay here for a few days, mainly my parents. It is estimated that the summer is also quite difficult, and the air conditioning is not very good. But in general, the rent should not be expensive, and it would be good to find a place like this in Jiangyuan. ”

He nodded as he spoke, occasionally patting him on the back.

"So you know why I always want to get good grades, right? It's not easy for Mom and Dad. They buy me everything I want, so that I am not even a little worse than others, and they find a way to send me to the best school here. I feel like the effort I put in is too small to compare to the hard work they put in on any day......"

I couldn't speak, so I rubbed his soft hair and leaned my head against him. After sitting for a while, he smiled and said It's okay, it's okay, it's actually all good, my parents are going to buy a house in Jiangyuan next year and settle down, maybe it will be near my house, and we can play together. Let's take a shower and change your clothes and go to dinner. If it's late, the landlord will use water below, and it will be very inconvenient to take a bath.

I really regretted that day that I even asked what would happen if his parents suddenly took him away from No. 1.