"Keke, get up, I'm going to cram school!"

"Two more minutes of sleep......

"How many minutes have you had? Hurry up! It's going to be late! ”

"Cram school, it's too late......"

"Get up! If you can't afford it, I'll tell you that the captain is a little lazy cat who stays in bed every day! ”

"Sue it, make them all like you, and start ...... when you talk about it"

I really had a hard time getting out of bed. After entering the second year of junior high school, the most direct feeling is that I am much more tired than before, and I can't get up when I stick to the bed. However, this is just the beginning, I am only in the second year of junior high school, and I am still in junior high school, and I still have high school, and I really don't know what to do in the future.

Whatever, it's too far away in the future, and I just don't think about it today.

"Up! The King of Bed! I'm going to be dragged late by you again! Miller climbed onto my bed, pressing his knee against me to be exact, presumably in a gesture of contemplation.

"It's okay, the make-up class won't be punished for standing......"

"Tell me more!" He lifted my quilt, and I was subconsciously trying to grab it, but he "snapped" and slapped me on the ass.

"If you don't get up, I'll beat you!" He grabbed my ear with one hand, and hit me twice with the other.

"Fight, fight, I just can't afford it." I pulled back the quilt and wrapped myself in it head and toe, forming an impregnable fortress.

It seems that I couldn't get up when I was a child, especially in winter. Even if I was forcibly dragged up by my parents, it only dragged my body away, and the bed still had my inner soul. In terms of getting up, strings and rice music are a bit similar, they are so vigorous, and they turn over and get out of bed as soon as the alarm clock rings, without being reminded by anyone. However, the strings seem to be much gentler when I wake up. On those winter days when I shivered away from the quilt, he would always climb down a few minutes early and sneak into my quilt, lifting the quilt so small that I couldn't notice the cold wind leaking in. He lay next to him, lying with me, so that I could feel his presence in peace, and then asked softly in my ear, do you remember? I would definitely shake my head. He continued to coax him as if he had discussed, let's sleep for another two minutes, okay? I'm probably going to nod my head in a daze, and he's probably not just letting me sleep for two minutes. I don't know how long I slept, but when he asked me again, I would obediently get up and feel like I had slept well and was not cold at all.

In the past, it was only difficult to get out of bed in winter, but now it is only autumn and I can't get up.

"I'm angry."

"Shengbei, what's the matter with me?"

The more Millet yelled at me to hit me, the less I remembered. I seemed determined to be angry with him, just as I used to be angry with the strings on things other than getting out of bed. As long as Miller hasn't called me "Kepeway", I'll fight to the end.

"Then you can sleep! In the afternoon, I went to Luca's house by myself, and the master was not accompanied! Never leave you alone! ”

He slammed the door shut.

When I was very young, we went out with my mom and dad, and I was playing tricks on somewhere, and I wanted them to buy me a toy, but they wouldn't give it, so I wouldn't leave. They said, "If you don't go, you won't go, I don't want you for a long time," and their voices were as soft as if they were saying something inconsequential, and after saying that, they went down the sidewalk on their own. I was pinned to the spot, not daring to keep up, not daring to run back, just standing outside the window of the toy store, the mirror-like glass of people coming and going, I caught a glimpse of them, they didn't catch a glimpse of me. Mom and Dad are far away, and they don't look back, as if they really don't want me anymore.

I seemed to have thought about the question of where to go from the orphanage. I'm intellectual. They didn't like me, so I just left, and I walked away.

"Brother, why are you still here? Shall we go back? ”

Or did he come to me. Always.

"Don't be pretty! Mom and Dad don't want me anymore, what should I do when I go back? There you go! You've lived with them alone! ”

"Brother, why don't your parents want you? Let's go home together. He didn't care about the gloom on my face, and stood on tiptoe trying to touch my forehead.

"Fuck off! They like you, they don't like me, you can be their good baby alone! I should have thrown it out into the street a long time ago! ”

"Brother, don't say that, I'm so sad." He cried, "They like you, and I like it too." I like my brother the most, and I always will like it. ”

"I mean! I don't like you! I hate you, I never want to see you again! Forever! ”

That's not true. I didn't really want to never see him. I like him a lot. It's just because he's my younger brother that the two of us are so close that I dare to be so unscrupulous. I used to be too young to understand a lot of truths. Xianxian is much more sensible than me, he has always been tolerant of me, he is telling me that I will not be alone, someone will take care of me.

I'm so afraid of being lost.

Miller seems to be really angry because of me. Did he go out alone? It's also because of me. Moreover, what he just said, it seemed to be a goodbye, "Never, never ......"

A horrible and pale thought crossed my mind, and before I could think of it, I jumped out of bed, no shoes on, and headed straight for the door, as if to chase someone who was leaving me. When it ran to the door, it "crunched" and opened on its own. Millet grinned and hid behind the door, saying that he knew that was the only way to get me out of bed. Thank God. I was scolded again for holding him like a psychopath. He can scold as much as he wants, and I do owe it. I won't dare to do it next time, it's really good to have the next chance.

Luca asked me to go to his house on Saturday and said that he had made an appointment with Loca, which means to learn. After a month and a half, the team belonged to him and Luca to communicate the most barrier-free. If I'm not mistaken, Leben may also be there. I was quite happy to sleep in a tent with Xuexue last time, but after a year, I was still a little cramped to see him. Without Millet, I would have been helpless to stay with them. After the cram school, the two of us didn't go back to the dormitory, and after a casual bite to eat, we got on the bus. The location of Luca's house is not far from Qinhan Square. I don't know if Lukka has ever seen the sign in front of the square that says "Qin and Han Big Square". Ye Ruiyang always said that it would be fun if "Qin Han" was written as "Qinman", which sounded like a copycat brother of Ironman or Superman.

But today there was an acquaintance standing next to the sign and smiling, holding a dozen cartoon balloons in his left hand and a large handful of colorful flyers in his right hand. When Miller and I got out of the car, the first thing we saw was Yan Xi, who looked like he had come out of a playground, and he almost put on his fox suit.

"Oh, Keke, Miller, what a coincidence!" When he saw us, he was so happy that he almost jumped up, and the balloon in his hand shook with him.

"Hey, Yan Xi, what are you doing? Do you help people look at the stalls? Miller looked curiously at one of his outfits.

"I'm helping educational institutions distribute leaflets and earn some pocket money." He stuck out his tongue and told us that the balloon was also given by the organization to the children who filled out the list. He also revealed some "inside information", saying that the phone number on the list can only be paid if he gets through, and a number is worth three yuan, and if you can't get through, it doesn't count.

"But how can you be busy with a balloon in one hand and a list in the other?" I kind of wanted to help him, but I didn't know how to say anything. He told me with a smile that he had a "colleague" who went to the bathroom. He also said that the two of them did not strictly follow the requirements of the institution, and if there were children who really wanted balloons, they would send them directly.

Miller and I carefully took the slip from him and filled in our respective phone numbers. He was a little embarrassed and gave us a balloon, a cat and mouse theme. Tom and Jerry got to the balloon and couldn't forget that you chased me.

"Alright, thank you. When you get a call, just say, 'I'll think again.'" It's a nice day, so let's go play. ”

Actually, I really want to spend more time with Yan Xi, I don't want money, I just want to see him and Mi Le hand out flyers together, and I'll help them hold the balloons. I also wanted to have a chance to give balloons to children generously.

Maybe you can call Lukka to hand out flyers together? However, it may take him half a day to explain what an educational institution and cram school are. We ended up at Luca's house. There is nothing special about his house, it is in a small area outside Qinhan Square, more than 100 square meters. His aunt's or aunt's family went out, and the house became his independent kingdom. We played the balloon as a volleyball at home, chasing the balloon we slapped around like schoolchildren, from the living room to Luca's room. Laughing at it, Miller threw Lukka down on the bed. Luca has a fantastic personality, like a gummy, and although he is a bit taciturn on the outside, you can naturally drop everything and play carefree as soon as you get a little closer to him. After making a fuss for a while today, I actually wondered if I was already in the second year of junior high school, almost 14 years old.

Madly tired, we lay on our backs on Luca's bed. When will Xuexue come? Miller asked Luca. Lukka whistled in a daze, and a fur cat stumbled up to us, and he lifted his upper body to catch it, took it into his arms, and lay down with us looking at the ceiling. Loca didn't come, saying there was something. He said as he stroked the cat's smooth fur. Miller took it from Luca's hand, held it in his arms and shook it like a baby. Leben didn't come either, Luca reached out and stroked the cat's back, what cram school did he go to, I don't know very well, does he have to go to school on Saturday?

We didn't explain what a cram school was, and we teased the flower cat in our arms with Luca. Maybe Leben went to their educational institution after taking Yan Xi's flyer, so he couldn't come today. There is such a possibility. I think. The world is that small.

Luca, how does your cat only have three legs? Miller was startled, her hand still gently brushing the cat's fur, and it wagged its tail comfortably. yes, it was adopted by the aunt before I came, it was three legs, and Lukka carried the cat back to him. It's called Pobrecito, "little pitiful". No one knows what it's been through, if only it could talk. He said with a wink of green eyes.

Not necessarily, maybe it doesn't want to remember. I say.

yes, the captain has a point.

Don't call me the captain, call me Coco, or Coco, isn't that a habit of that?

I always have to practice, I've been in China for so long, and I can't let you always accommodate me. Ke, Pei, Wei (Wei), right?

"Wei" is pronounced "wai", and the "wai" is one sound. However, it doesn't matter, I'm used to it, and my teachers and family sometimes call me "Ke Peiwei" or "Wei Wei". I looked at the clean ceiling and played with my fingers.

No, you can be so lazy? Lukka pouted and gently lowered the little poor under him. Although the action was a little clumsy, it still ran out of the door in one go.

Luca, Ke Ke told me before, your family has a lot of affection for China, and you are also very interested in China, why is that? I feel that China is so far away from Austria, and we don't know much about your country. Lying on the bed, Miller poked Lukka's waist with her fingers.

Are you interested in our family's affairs? Luca had a look of overjoy, as if he had stumbled upon someone from the same path. We both nodded in agreement, and he led us into the study. It's not big, just a few rows of bookcases, an old sofa and a small writing desk. Lukla opened the drawer under the bookcase and pulled out a few albums the size of Cihai in the dust raised. Sunlight floated through the murky glass windows, sluggishly floating in the smell of old paper in the study. With jerky and slow Chinese, Luca's fingers jumped over photographs that were somewhat faded or only black and white. Neither Miller nor I could have imagined that a stranger thousands of miles away had a distant and secret connection with our land in the dust of history, and that this tenuous connection had not been completely severed despite the passage of time.

The oldest photo is at the top of the album. Luca said it was her mother's great-grandfather, born in 1898. The black-and-white picture shows a tall middle-aged man with piercing eyes, light-colored hair, and a rather gentle face. But what caught our attention was the armband he wore on his shoulder, the uncomfortable swastika. In the lower right corner of the photograph is written "Nanking, 1937". You guessed it right, Luca said that his mother's great-grandfather was a member of the ** party. He is German and came to China for his sales job. A year later, Austria became part of Germany. He also returned to Europe from China and continued to work and settle in the Austrian branch, where his family also went.

Is he a bad guy? Miller asked.

There have been a few bad people in my mother's house. Some people are fanatical, like madmen, who think that killing people is a just cause. They didn't survive. Mom's grandfather also joined the Hitler Youth in the 40s, and here's a picture, you see. He pointed to a row of children in military uniforms, all wearing bow ties and belts, looking to the right with blank faces, and behind them countless children with blurred faces, all about the same age as us. Their eye sockets are deep-set, and those in the front row can still see cold eyes, and those in the back row are gradually obscure, as if they are only trapped in the pits of the face, making people wonder if there is really a window of the soul in the hollow. This photo looks so uncomfortable. Even though it wasn't clear, I inexplicably felt the black and white faces behind me laughing, laughing indifferently and eerily, laughing for no reason, laughing so hard that I had goosebumps all over my body.

Mom's grandfather didn't do anything bad. Back then, they couldn't choose, they had to join. If I had been born at that time, I might have appeared in this photo. Lukka exhaled softly, like a sigh and a sigh of joy. Fortunately, my mother's grandfather was born late, and when he was older, he would have to carry a gun to the battlefield. I'm going to go when I'm over 12, and I'm going to have to go at that time, and then I'm going to be a bad guy.

You're kind and don't do bad things. I say.

I don't know. If I had been born in Austria, I would have been a bad person, a very bad person. is sensible, and his brain is broken by someone.

It's better now. Miller said. No more wars.

Luca's mother's family had bad people, but his mother's great-grandfather was anything but. Luca told us that he was **, and that's right, and that few of his colleagues weren't. Because of this, he could not find a job after the war. With nothing to eat, he left home in order to keep his family alive, did not come back, and died in a place where no one remembered or found, as Luca heard from his grandfather while flipping through the photos. Luca loved to hear stories from his family's past. He hadn't experienced those days, but as long as the old people talked about it, he felt like a movie in front of him. The past is not in the past, and he still has a little connection with them. He wanted to reach out and grab them and not let them slip away. When he came to China, he actually wanted to find traces of his relatives' lives. Stepping on their footprints, you may be able to feel their souls. They weren't just the old dragon bells he had seen since he was born, or the names carved on the tombstones of churches, or the missing people who didn't even have graves. They were alive, his relatives, and he wanted to find them.

Luca's mother's great-grandfather, who worked in Nanjing, followed a gentleman named John Rabe, who was previously unknown. Later, the Japanese killed people in the city of Nanjing, indiscriminately killed people, killed people on sight, and they, along with people from many other countries, built shelters for refugees, and he did it. They didn't protect everyone, but they did protect some. Everyone is just a small piece of gravel in the grand history, maybe they can do something, maybe they can't do anything when they encounter a little problem, he has protected the Chinese, the Jews, and his family in his life, but unfortunately he failed to protect himself in the end.

In Austria, Luca said, he occasionally saw some Chinese characters or ate a little bit of Chinese food, and every time he did, he suddenly thought of the connection between his family and the faraway country. He had to see it with his own eyes.

You're there now. I say. Suddenly I felt that Luca and I were similar. We all like to pick up pieces of scrap and want to put the past together into a painting. Yes, the past has not passed, like the sunlight that penetrates the glass day after day, it still maintains contact with us. It's just that Luca has been fighting for a long, long time, always outside the painting, and I am in the painting.

yes, I've arrived. As he spoke, the album moved on to the next page. It was a picture of his father's house. The first photograph of his father's house is of Luca's great-grandfather, in a small country town, a little boy with a dirty face looking at the camera in fear and woodenness, his hand seemingly broken, hanging in vain, with an old fur hat on his head, standing timidly under a house with ice ridges, and next to him is a boy with skis, slightly older than him, with a much cleaner face, smiling hard. It was the great-grandfather's older brother. Luca said that neither of his great-grandfather's father, a Serb father, and a Czech Jew, could leave a single picture in their dusty history, and that his great-grandfather could not even remember their names clearly. During the war, the family wandered and wandered through the flames of war in the Balkans, drifting on the Mediterranean, which was no longer peaceful, and finally hiding in the Italian countryside. The only ones who could reach Italy were the brothers, who were adopted by relatives. The parents lost contact with them during the wanderings. Maybe it's still alive, but it's certainly not there now. More likely to die in the flames of war, or in a forgotten concentration camp. Later, my brother also died. Sick, no rule of law. Only my great-grandfather was left.

Maybe, I mean maybe, I was born in the past, in my father's house, and I had no choice but to wander with them, to find a place to live in the vast land of Europe. He said. I thought about a world in which there were two Lukas. One has chestnut hair and the other has green eyes. The maroon-haired Luca has lost his loved ones and is home all over the world, running away alone. The green-eyed Luca, dressed in a gloomy military uniform and carrying a gun, pursued and killed the fleeing self, killed him without hesitation, and then blew the smoke from the muzzle of the gun, and the child's face showed a triumphant smile.

Don't be cranky. Millet rubbed his sun-drenched hair. Maybe it's hot.

Yes, there is only one Luka. If in those days, I wasn't running away, I was killing. A tossed coin, completely different heads and tails. Whichever side I throw, I became the opposite of the other side.

Tell me about your mom and dad. Perhaps feeling too depressed, Miller took the initiative to change the subject.

Okay. Lukka flipped through another page of the album, and the picture was finally rich in color. A young man and woman are walking on the beach, the man has a bright red rose pinned to his chest, and the woman wears sunglasses and her long hair flutters in the sea breeze. The sea in the distance is sparkling and swaying in stillness. These were my mom and dad, Luca's face was flushed, his voice was much softer. My great-grandfather ended up drifting from Italy to Albania, where my grandfather was born. He spent the end of his childhood and youth in a house built with the help of Chinese engineers, and although he has not been able to come to China, his grandfather can still remember his time in Albania. He then experienced a major earthquake, and the Chinese rebuilt their homes with them, and Luca's father grew up in a newly built apartment building. After that, they left Albania with their family and went to Italy, as if they had come full circle for half a century, back to the place where their ancestors had fled. Luca's father went to college, became a doctor, and met a journalist on the beach in Genoa. They met and fell in love, eventually becoming husband and wife, with the husband following his wife to Vienna and a boy with maroon hair and green eyes was born (and, of course, a beautiful older sister). And now he has traveled through the long skies, seas, and lands to China, and is sitting in front of me and Millet, slowly telling stories that have not yet been forgotten.

"Luca, it's not easy for your parents to get to know each other, they've traveled so many countries and met so many people." Miller couldn't help but shake Luca's shoulder, "As soon as you tell these stories, I think they are so wonderful that they should be written into a book!" ”

"Actually, everyone's story can be written into a book, right?" Lukka tilted his little head in embarrassment, "Your family must be wonderful too." ”

"What's the matter, our family has stayed in that small place all our lives, there is nothing to say, unlike your family, which keeps walking and walking, walking and walking." Millet shrugged.

"But didn't you come out? Your family's story begins with you. I smiled at Millet.

"It's good to be in one place all the time. It's good to stay there and watch slowly, there will always be many, many things. If you want to know, you'll know. Lukala snapped Ramile's fingers, "Miller, you should ask the old people in the family more in the future." ”

"I suddenly felt amazing. If each of us starts writing the story of our own family, maybe we will find that everyone's stories can be combined and become the same story. You have me in your story, and you in my story. Maybe the world isn't that big. It's like Luca's dad and mom's family have ties to China. Miller held his chin like a detective analyzing the case, "Actually, the three of us are also connected, this is a new story." Moreover, it's better than the original, at least it's not that there is no choice. It will definitely get better and better in the future. In a few decades, the people who came after us will probably look at the photos and remember us like we do today, hoping that we will leave them more good things. ”

"They definitely won't look at photo albums in the future, just look at their phones." Luca laughed.

Is it? Will future generations also look at our photos? Probably. In the past, it was rare to take pictures, and some people never even had a photo in their lifetime. Without these pictures, without a line on the tombstone, perhaps they would have been forgotten, as if they had never existed. However, if a child finds a photo that I can't find myself, and points to the two children in the photo and asks me, who are they and why they look so similar, how should I answer?

I didn't see any pictures of the bad guys in Luca's house. Didn't they shoot it? Or do fellow relatives not want to put them in the album? I didn't know, and I didn't ask. Are they forgotten, or do people want to forget about them? Probably, they did something bad. What if they survived? If a child asks them, why are you wearing a ** military uniform in the photo, what did you do in that era, do they justify, admit it, or smile and bask in the sun, hiding all the stories behind their old faces? Laughing, maybe you can fool a child, but can you fool yourself and the sun that rises every day?

Ke Ke, what's wrong with you, in a daze again. Miller pinched my face. What do you think?

Luca, are you so far away from home that you don't want to be at home? I won't see each other for a long time. I say.

Yes, but you can make video calls. If you think about it, you can fight. As long as you can get in touch, you won't be too sad. Besides, I'll be going back during winter break. Lukka swiped through his phone's photo album and we saw screenshots of the videos. That's nice.

However, if you run around, will you be reluctant to make friends? Miller asked.

It's a little. But I'll keep in touch with every single one of my friends. And, as I keep walking, I have more and more friends. Aren't we just friends?

We all laughed and folded our hands together.

"But if we are going to part one day, we must say goodbye very, very hard. Although it is still possible to meet, after all, I don't know when the next time we will meet. I said.

"Here you go again! We've only known each other for a long time, and we're thinking about this nonsense! The days are long! Can you say something nice? Millet poked me hard in the forehead.