The phone was hung up.

"It's okay, it's just a crooked nose, just take it back. Well, I'll be back at school tomorrow night, so you don't have to come to see me. Don't come! Don't tell anyone else! ”

Xuexue said these few words to us, which seemed to be insignificant, and seemed to be showing off the scars - injuries are not a big deal, and I am not afraid at all. This is one of the boys' favorite things to do, of course, provided that it doesn't hurt so much, at least I've never seen anyone who hurts half to death and is in the mood to show off.

But Xuexue's voice has changed. When the somewhat indistinct sound reached the ears, everyone was more or less nervous. It should be a nasal bone injury, and if it is serious, it is a broken nose bridge. When we heard the word "fracture", we all gasped.

It's scary, is he in danger? Miller asked.

Such injuries are still relatively common in sports, and if you really have a fracture, you have to do surgery to correct it, and the problem will not be too big. Many athletes are able to return to competition within a few days after nasal bone surgery, wearing a protective gear, of course. Mingming's answer made our hanging hearts fall to the ground slightly, but our faces were still gloomy.

"What are we sitting here for? Hurry up and see him! Looking at us at a loss, Ye Ruiyang threw the bag on his back. Miller and Ming Ming also nodded and got up.

I didn't expect Xuexue to be so badly injured, and it was still hurt on my face. This bastard has never wanted to tell the truth all his life, and he has broken his teeth and swallowed it in his stomach. But it doesn't have to be that way. If the silence was made to give us peace of mind, what is it for now? The game was over and I told him the final score. Everyone is a child, who doesn't want to be cared for, who doesn't want to have the opportunity to be spoiled and taken care of? If Xuexue says to us, I miss you, you come to the hospital to accompany me, and each of us will rush to him without hesitation. He didn't. Why do you have to be so strong? Do you show manhood? No, Xuexue is not such a person. He also cries, albeit very rarely. Probably just to reassure us, or maybe they don't want us to see the helplessness of being manipulated by various instruments in the hospital. I obviously said some details of the corrective surgery, but I shivered just by listening to it, and the ice in my nasal cavity was cold. Xuexue can do it without crying when he dies of pain, but when those medical tools are stuck in his nose, he can't order himself not to shed tears. In a few years, I will take a nucleic acid test, and I will understand more deeply that no matter how stubborn my thoughts are, people still can't control their bodies.

"I'm not going." I stopped them, "I know what to learn." He won't let us go, we won't go. ”

"How can this be?" Lao Ye shouted dissatisfiedly, "You are still the captain!" My classmate was injured before, and you went every time, why did you drop the chain this time? If you don't go, I'll go! ”

"I understand you." I rested my head on his thick shoulders, almost close to his ear, "I'm also very good with Xuexue, he knows about my brother."

In addition to relatives and friends from the past, there are seven people who know about this, including Meimei. Mi Le and Lao Ye are my closest partners, but I didn't tell them the truth about the truth I found with Mu Zheng last year. Zhao Rui didn't know either. People sometimes want to hide from the people who are most important to them, and I have been treated like this, and I have learned to treat others this way.

Is learning to hide it from us? I don't know. Let's hope the few words on the phone are just an exaggeration. Good brother, we are going to play the semi-finals again in half a month, but we can't live without you. But...... If you do get hurt, I'd rather you sit in the stands all the time. I don't want to see you on the field with an injury anymore.

I must tell the coach about it when I go back, even if you make a small report to me, I have to be cheeky. Today, we finally decided not to go to the hospital. Having said that, Xu Mu, who was not changing clothes in the locker room, was estimated to have arrived at this moment. It's good to have her by her side, maybe she is the one who is most worried about learning from beginning to end.

So we broke up. The companions said goodbye to each other and left Beichuan Middle School. The sycamore trees sprout among the branches, waiting for the summer to be thick. The four seasons change, time passes, and in the eyes of these sycamore trees that have witnessed a hundred years of history, it may be just a short moment. I heard from my brother that an old professor who passed away in their college graduated from here. At that time, the slogan was industry to save the country, and he met an excellent chemistry teacher in middle school, so he had a strong interest in chemistry. However, after being admitted to the university, he found that the fees for various disciplines were different, and the old gentleman's family was poor, and finally he had no chance to pursue his beloved chemistry major and changed to the Chinese department. As a result, China has one less possible chemist and one more historian and educator. And the sycamore leaves that accompanied the old gentleman at the beginning fell and grew, and we finally came to their feet by coincidence. "The sun is rising", today's game ended earlier than ever, the sun has not yet set, I can't help but think of this sentence, there seems to be a sentence behind "pondering the past, like a dream", I don't remember the rest. [1]

The warm and soft light flutters on the body like a cat's paws, and in Jiangyuan, spring is always temporary, "spring neck is short". March is still cold and windy, and from time to time you have to pick up your down jacket or cotton clothes, and in April you can change into spring clothes calmly, but it won't be long before the sun is scorching. So we seem to cherish the spring as well, and it's nice to play on the pitch, but there are better options. For example, walk slowly along the walls that surround the city, blowing the spring breeze and humming softly. The walls follow the contours of the hills, flanked by moats that shimmer like silver ribbons and clouds of peach or cherry blossoms. If you want to run, we are not too big, we can chase and play with our friends wantonly, listen to the brisk footsteps on the thick city wall engraved with the names of the builders, and accompany the spring breeze to blow a blue sky, and the slightly fluttering kites circling together.

But we don't have much time to hang out right now. Tutoring and late tests take up most of the day, as well as homework and ball games, and I can't sleep enough. I'm afraid that only when I go to college like my brother will I have time to go out and have fun. Of course, if I had filled in the chemistry department, I would probably have to soak in the lab every day. However, spring is always outside the door, and you don't even need to step out of the door, you can still see it through the window.

"Will you be okay in a moment? I'd like to ask you a favor. It won't be in vain, please drink milk tea, or do you want to eat ice cream? ”

It was Li Baichuan who spoke. At about half past four, I walked to the gate of Beichuan Middle School, and only me, Mi Le, Lao Ye, Yue Yin, Mingming and him were left. Naturally, we agreed. I have the impression that Brother Chuan is also "omnipotent", and there is no one in the city who he doesn't know. If he opens his mouth, it will be a matter of importance. What's more, after a big fight, I really wanted the whole super luxurious ice cream cone to be half plain and half strawberry.

Brother Chuan pulled a small group and uploaded a few photos and a video. A beautiful parrot with bright red wings and back, a well-behaved golden belly, the tips and tail of the wings are pale green, and a slightly larger beak is a little clumsy and blunt, but the eyes are clever and brave to look at the world. It is called Hogg, Hogg, and can mean a lamb that has not been sheared by one or two years old. It's Brother Chuan's cousin, and she's five years old. Hogg was her best friend, incredibly intelligent, not only talking, but sometimes singing a line or two. The two of them are inseparable, even if they fall asleep, they have to dream about it. It sat obediently on the branch of its dream, the moonlight flowing, the waterfall murmuring, and the wind blowing through the red and green trees, sending Hogg's song to distant valleys and gardens. She loved it.

But just today, my sister woke up from her sleep to find that Hogg was gone. In fact, it had fallen silently in its cage the night before, and Mother saw it twist its head for the last time, half of its wings lifted tiredly, and then slowly drooped, and its eyes closed immediately, as if there was no pain or sorrow, but only the indispensable gaze that would have been at the end of time and at the beginning. Only the sound of water remains, there is only wind in the woods, and behind the moon are pale snowflakes. Spring is coming, and the gardens in the neighborhood are full, but how monotonous they are without the song of this little bird.

How do you explain to your sister that Hogg can't be with her anymore? It's not just mom and dad who are facing this problem, but also Brother Chuan. Near Beichuan Middle School is a commercial street, and along the way is the largest flower and bird market in Jiangyuan City. He came up with the idea that we should split up and find a parrot that looked exactly like Hogg, so that we could tell my sister that your good friend had just gone out for a spin and was back now.

But there are no two identical leaves in the world, and there will certainly not be two parrots that are identical. Miller said.

I know, but maybe there is? How do you know if you don't try it? It's also very similar to that. Brother Chuan said. I don't want to see my sister cry.

I understand. If Evan were suddenly gone, I'd have to die of grief. I can't even think about it. Yue Yin said and patted Brother Chuan on the shoulder. Let's go our separate ways, Ke Ke and Mi Le, Brother Chuan and Ming Ming, me and Xiao Ye. The flower and bird market gets off work at six o'clock, so let's hurry up.

"I really can't see that Brother Chuan is such a good brother. I couldn't have guessed that he had a sister and spoiled her so much. After arriving at the flower and bird market, Miller took his mobile phone and watched the shops around him, "His sister must be very happy." But ......"

He snorted.

"But what?" I asked.

"Can you ...... Find me a parrot? He "tactically leaned back", revealing a row of neat white teeth and a harmless expression.

Cunning! Funk!

"Why?"

"Let's talk about it first, it's not that I don't want to help Brother Chuan, but ...... I don't want to see those little birds fed! With that, he hid behind his back and pushed me out of the street like a human shield, "My scalp will tingle at the first glance." Cover me for a moment. ”

I also saw the "feeds". Packed in blue frames, hundreds, thousands, how they twisted or don't describe. I instantly understood Millet.

But I don't want to see them!

"Ke Ke, good Ke Ke, just this once, okay? Do me a favor. After confirming that there was no "feed" in his field of vision, Miller flattered me unprecedentedly, "I won't go far, I'm waiting for you nearby, okay?" I see you as a brother, you are like Brother Chuan, be a good brother, take care of me. ”

I said yes and said I'd leave it all to me. I really can't stand the begging of others, let alone Mi Le. To this day, as long as someone begs me like this, I will carry it when the sky falls.

Actually, I was more afraid of bugs than I thought, and I found out when I was alone. It seems that one person is afraid of them, and the other must be brave and strong, leaving the opportunity to be afraid of the other person. As a result, the things I fear with chords are staggered, and even a lot of what I'm good at. He didn't know the way, so I had to learn to memorize the streets and signs. I couldn't get out of bed in the morning, so he had to get up first. It turns out that the two of us have been taking care of each other since we were ignorant, but I still hated him, thinking that he deliberately wanted to be better than me in everything. In fact, he still needs a lot of things from me, just like Millet needs me to help him today. It's really a blessing to have someone to ask for something to do, and it's the same to be asked to do something. There is no need for any conditions and costs, and there is no need to consider what is at stake, just be so willing.

I acted, bite the bullet, and tried to order myself to take my eyes off the "feed" and go in and out of the pet store. But it was too hard to find another Hogg, and it was simply impossible. I've always been skeptical of photographs, they are unpredictable light and shadow, not the real way things are. The root cause is probably that I feel that I always don't take pictures, and the photos I take are not good. I know that Brother Chuan cares about his sister, but there is a thought lingering in my heart: I can't fool her. Children are often smart and perceptive, and can see things that those of us who are gradually becoming adults cannot see. Just like at the beginning of "The Little Prince", when I first saw the illustration, I thought it was a hat, maybe Brother Chuan's five-year-old sister thought that it was a snake eating an elephant. Even if we could find a parrot that was similar to Hogg, it would only be a replacement. His best friend has been stolen and replaced, and no matter how stupid he is, he can detect suspicious points that outsiders can't see.

What's more, the new parrot should also have its own name, and use it in place of Hogg, respecting neither Hogg nor it. And, since you've decided to get a pet, you should be prepared. Not only to enjoy the joy of companionship, but also to take the responsibility of taking care of them. Life is not eternal pleasures, it is eating, drinking, Lazar, birth, old age, sickness and death. If you raise it, you must know that it will go before you, and you must bear the pain of losing it.

Fortunately, I didn't have cats and dogs when I was a child. My sister used to raise a rabbit named Wangcai and often took it to play with the two of us. Xianxian and I thought about the day when Wangcai died, and discussed how to comfort my sister.

Wangcai should still be alive now, and my sister gave it away.

But why do I still tirelessly look at every bird that winks at me or turns its head? Is it for that super luxurious ice cream? Or to help my good friend? I can't tell. I know that concealment and deception are the worst things, and those who dare not face life squarely are cowardly, and it is frivolous and shameful to try all kinds of means to fool or cover up. But am I qualified to say such things? I will also deceive, and as long as I hide one thing, people will make up a lie accordingly, and try all means to make it perfect. I'm still hiding something from Millet. But...... I'll admit it's a bit of an excuse, but I think it's understandable that there is a kind of deception and deception. That is, for various reasons, you hide one thing from others, but you still take responsibility without shirking, carry everything, and do not shirk it at all. This is deception and deception, but it cannot be said to be cowardly, frivolous or shameful.

But I don't want to see that. I don't want to see Xuexue go into battle with injuries again, and I don't want to see Millet being driven crazy by those bugs and forcing himself to stay with me. You don't need to insist like this, be afraid when you should be afraid, and don't hold on when you should retreat. People don't have to be forced. It seems that it is precisely because I see that you are afraid that I love you more and am more willing to be brave. As for me...... Most of the time, I can handle it.

It seems that I still have a "double standard".

I don't think I can ask Brother Chuan not to do this. Even if it is a deception and deception, why should a child be allowed to face the grief of losing a friend at the age of five? Human life is very long, and one day we must know death, face death, and finally have to endure death. Brother Chuan did this not to cover up, but to be gentle, and wanted to keep his sister out for a while. Although I already know that life is more meaningful because of death, it is still good to live a few more days without worry. I've tasted the cold and empty taste myself, so let my younger siblings sleep a little longer in their sweet dreams, and when they want to wake up, I'll naturally tell them my story.

That's what I decided.

When the electronic clock on my phone's screen jumped to six, I still couldn't find Hogg's double. Carrying Miller out of a small bookstore in a dull way, I met Boss Yue and Lao Ye, who were also depressed. Failure may be doomed, and life cannot be replicated, neither in form nor in soul.

But there are always exceptions! In the afterglow of the sunset, Brother Chuan and Ming Ming walked over from the end of the endless street, carrying a large white birdcage in their hands, followed by another person. Huo Yuqi, we actually met here - an hour and a half ago we learned that he will be our next opponent in half a month, and today he is the hero who saves the world. The parrot in the cage was brought by him, and it was exactly the same as the vivid Hogg in the picture and video, and even the posture of twisting his head was extremely similar. What is commendable is that its tongue learning skills are also perfect, and its demeanor and tone can be imitated vividly, which is an eye-opener for us. And after it was released from the cage, it was calmly and skillfully picked up on the top, without the slightest move to slip away.

This is Azie's domestic parrot. His family lives on this street, so he happened to meet him.

"But you've been raising it for so long, do you want to give it away like this?" Yue Yin's camera kept ringing, and after she finished taking the photo with satisfaction, she turned her head and asked Ah Qi.

"To be honest, I'm quite reluctant." Aqi put his finger in front of the bird, and it gently pecked it with its beak in tacit understanding, and the captain of the polytechnic showed a relieved smile on his face, "What kind of feelings?" ”

"Actually, I can find a way to find other parrots." Brother Chuan walked over and patted Aqi on the shoulder.

"It's fine. My parrot and I have a heart, and he knows that there is a little sister in the world who needs him very much, and he will be happy to be friends with her. He calmly looked at his companion and bent down slightly to bring himself closer to it, as if asking for its opinion, "Is that right?" ”

And his parrot really pulled his throat and replied "yes, yes", and nodded like a chick pecking rice, flapping its wings. I don't know if this is the result of training or if it does understand what its owner means. Let's hope neither of them is holding on.

As the sun slowly sets, the flickering street lamps warm the tall branches, and Azzi sends us off and his companion, who will go with a dreamlike hope to a little sister whom he has never met. I thought that Aqi and Ming Ming were classmates and teammates in elementary school, so they knew each other so well. After chatting, I realized that they had never played side by side on the court, and the two had been rivals since the first day they met in third grade. Azi's offense, obviously defensive, is like a spear and a shield. They played from the third grade to the second year of junior high school, and they played against each other once or twice a year, almost on each other's repertoire. The first opponent in junior high school was him, and now there are only four teams left in the Mayor's Cup, and everyone will inevitably meet. However, with a character like Azie, even opponents will like it. Listening to Ye Ruiyang, the midfielder named Iniesta imitated by Pu Yun will win applause when he arrives at the home of his sworn enemy, and the person who can have this kind of charm is really admirable, and it makes people look forward to competing with him.

But can it really work? No one knows, just like I don't know how to spend tonight. Despite not contributing anything, Brother Chuan bought each of us a luxury ice cream. Mi Le and I glanced at each other and silently transferred the account to Brother Chuan in WeChat. It's not good to be reactive. Brother Chuan confiscated it, saying that he hadn't played with everyone much, and it was rare to invite us to eat something, not to mention that he had reached the semifinals today. When I got back to my dorm, I collapsed on the bed and didn't want to move, but tomorrow was the only day of the week when I could get a good night's sleep.

If I could, I'd like to sleep from beginning to end. But I still had to get up, the Chinese excerpt homework was not finished, and more importantly, Miller sat down at the table. "The Spring Dynasty" is worth a thousand gold, the author Liang Yuchun, I copied this, it is simply written to the heart, and the whole article is talking about the benefits of lying in bed. [2]

"In the past ten years, I have traveled all over the world to seek teachers and friends, but in retrospect, the most beneficial thing for me is 'getting up late', because I now have some smart ideas in my head, and most of the flexible meaning is to lie lazily in bed in the morning. I should really write a few words to praise it, and at the same time tell aspirants a little bit about the way to late art. When it comes to art, although I am a layman, I can be said to be an expert in the art of late rising, because I have both the ability to criticize and the spirit of practice. Every day I always stayed in bed as far as I could, our temple, and looked at the daylight shining on the quilt, laughed at the needless haste of the people around me, and reminisced about the dreams of the night before—which were more interesting than dreams,—— and pondered the benefits of getting up late, and lay down with dignity, and the little room that leaned from side to side was at once transformed into a happy palace. ”

I wrote this passage into the excerpt book, anyway, Mr. Huang never scolded me, maybe he would give me a "good". Copying and copying, his mood calmed down a little, and he couldn't help but glance to the side, it turned out that Mi Le was doing the same thing. He bought a book in a small bookstore, and I only glanced at the name, and it felt somewhat similar to the prose that I regarded as the credo of life—"The Learning of Stretching Your Waist." We both couldn't help but laugh out loud as we exchanged each other's excerpts. Each other.

It was at this moment that the mobile phone rang, and Brother Chuan told us the story in the group. The first moment they saw it, Azzi's parrot spread its wings as if it had hugged it, as if it had reunited with a long-lost friend. Seeing this little bird, which was almost identical to Hogg, the little sister first hugged the cage with a happy face, and then suddenly howled and cried without warning. Perhaps a day of separation was enough to make her frightened, and all her anxiety was finally released; Maybe she already knew the concept of death, and knew that she would never see Hogg again in this life and this life. Brother Chuan didn't ask, and maybe he didn't have to ask—he said so himself. Because, when I heard the parrot's cry through the cage again, the sister said only two words to the brother: thank you. After a few moments, she wiped away her tears and thanked her again. may believe that there are fairy tales in the world that come back to life, and the life that has left can be returned to one day; may have seen her brother's efforts to run around for her, and recreated the old days with all her heart. Either way, this may be a night that the little girl will remember for a lifetime.

Maybe there really is a day of goodbye, whether it is in front of you or in a dream, whether you see a real or an illusion, after all, you haven't had time to forget what you have lost. At least that's what I thought tonight. It's spring. It's not early, it's time to sleep. Sleep well, lovely buddies with kids.

[1] "The Slanting Sun is Rising in Spring" is from the Song Dynasty lyricist Zhou Bangyan's "Lanling King Liu". Zhou Bangyan (1057-1121), known as Meicheng, was a native of Qiantang (now Hangzhou, Zhejiang), and a writer of the Northern Song Dynasty. Zhou Bangyan is proficient in music and rhythm, and has composed many new words. Most of his works write about girlfriends and travel, and there are also works of songs. The rhythm is strict, the language is beautiful and elegant, and the long tone is especially good at paving. It was later taught by the lyricists of the Grammatical School. The work has long been revered as "authentic" among euphemists. In the old times, the word theory called him "the crown of the lyricist" or "the old Du in the word", and he was recognized as a lyricist of the "negative generation of words", and had a great influence in the Song Dynasty.

Lanling King Liu

The willow is straight, and the smoke is blue. On the Sui embankment, I have seen a few times, and the water is floating to see off the color. Coming to look at the homeland, who knows Jinghua tired guests? Changting Road, the year to the year, should be folded over a thousand feet.

Idle looking for old traces, and drink while mourning, the lamp shines and leaves the table. Pear blossom elm fire to promote cold food. Worry about an arrow and the wind is fast, half a penny wave is warm, turn around and pass a few posts, looking at people in the north of the sky.

Sadness, hatred piles up! Gradually farewell Pu lingers, Jin is lonely, and the slanting sun is rising in spring. Nian Yuexie hand in hand, open the bridge and listen to the flute. Contemplating the past, like in a dream, tears droplets.

[2] Liang Yuchun (1906-1932) was a famous essayist in China, who studied under Ye Gongchao and other famous teachers. In his short 26 years of life, he left behind thirty-seven essays and twenty or thirty translations. His prose style is different, with both Chinese and Western cultural characteristics, and the overall tone can be summarized as "laughter with tears", and is known as "China's Elijah". Representative works "Spring Mash Collection", "Tears and Laughter".