Mom came back with enough food for ten people to eat. My sister came out of the study and began to help prepare the next meal. She would sometimes glance at him, but his gaze never met hers.

I didn't come back for a few months, but there was no obvious dust accumulation on the mountain bike on the balcony. People at home don't ride it, so it must be wiped often, and the maintenance is good. He wasn't used to riding shirtless, partly because he felt awkward, and because the summer sun would tan his already dark skin.

A pair of black gympants came out of the box, a pair of white travel shoes were poured out of the shoe box, a white T-shirt was taken out of the closet, and a white sock that had been stuffed for an unknown amount of time was pulled out from the corner of the heating pipe. This outfit is complete.

He loves white t-shirts, especially the ones with a teal pattern on the chest. Every time you exercise, whether it's running or cycling, shoes and pants can change, but this T-shirt must be this style.

I picked up the bicycle with one hand and walked out, but was stopped by my mother: "It's almost time to eat, where are you going?" ”

"I'll go out for a walk."

"Come back soon!"

"Let's talk about it."

The cart went out, leaving my mother to watch the door close with mixed eyes. My sister also sighed beside her.

Carrying a bicycle up and down the fifth floor was nothing to him. Coming downstairs, he looked back at the kitchen window and thought about what he was for.

Is it intentional? With a good day, who wants to be weird? said that it was not intentional, but in fact, there was always a veil between them, which could be seen, but could not be broken.

People, sometimes they just have a good memory, but sometimes they are stupid to death. A good life, a good day, is entangled between remembering and forgetting. Tangled and tangled, and that's it. Even if a good day occupies most of life, it is full of black hair after all. Only that little bit of sorrow, adding a lot of gray hair to the green silk, does it look dazzling.

My childhood friend was already left behind by Chen Feng in his hometown in Texas, riding up and down the road in Qingdao, and I couldn't remember who I could know. A bottle of Coke, a sun, that's all his companions. Oh no, and the mountain bikes that ride underneath.

The white mountain bike has two green stripes painted on it, and on it rides a fat man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist. It's just a picture, driving aimlessly down the streets. The trees on both sides retreated, but the road under the wheels could not find an end.

Walking like this, Casio on his left hand went from ten to twelve. If you go any further, let's go to the beach!

Stopped the car, supported on one foot, took off the Coke and took a big sip. The mouth is full of bubbles, and there is no coolness at all. I couldn't help frowning and sighed at the logo on the bottle.

"Give me a glass of love water...... he laughed when he saw the lyrics on the logo. These merchants really want to think about it, do they still expect people to collect this inexplicable lyrics? "You're biao!"

After a second sip, the water seemed to get cold. He stared at the bottle in his hand, and a layer of fog appeared on it inexplicably. It's really cool. Strangely, the missing ring appeared on the index finger of the right hand holding the bottle, shining silver in the sun's rays.

"If you have the ability, you will freeze me." He thought, eyes looking at the drink in the bottle with disdain.

However, at this moment, in the center of his line of sight, a white dot appeared. The white dots turned from one point to one piece, and the ice lines spread outward. Wherever his eyes looked, the ice line extended. Eventually, most of the drink in the bottle turned into fluffy ice. It's cool now, if it's you, do you dare to drink it?

He didn't dare.

"What's going on?" He thought.

Despite his surprise, he wondered. Can he control the water? He frowned.

"Ding ......" car bell rang inexplicably. With a click, the bracelet on his left hand also unbuckled itself, floating empty on his wrist.

"Grandma's legs." Chen Feng scolded, "Hell." ”

His anger seemed to be focused on his watch, which held up a circle and swirled around his wrist. This ghost scene really surprised Chen Feng, and his gaze couldn't be staggered a little.

The bracelet spun faster and faster, almost turning into a white light. Suddenly - "snap ......". The bracelet shattered into parts, and along with the watch body, floated in front of you, just like last night's drink.

Still unable to believe his eyes, he closed them tightly. When I opened it again, the debris fell to the ground like rain, crisp and pleasant.

After standing in place for a long time, I remembered to see if anyone had seen all this. Fortunately, at this time, in such a hot weather, there are no people on this road, and there is not even a car within the range of sight.

His breathing became rapid due to his accelerated heartbeat. I tentatively picked up the watch body on the ground, but found that time was still moving forward unhurriedly, but there was an extra scratch on the watch. He sighed heavily and held his watch tightly in the palm of his hand.

"This thousand or so has not been spent in vain." He thought.

I can't help but reminisce about the past two days, first my body glowed, and I couldn't move in the air. After that, Coke floated in the sky as he wished. And then to the ...... just now He seemed to understand something.

Eyes were glued to the watch in his left hand, trying to make it float, but he found that it wouldn't move at all. Think about what it was like to think about it.

Frightened, curious, nervous...... Try again...... Useless.

"It's in my body, but how did it come out?" He thought. "I started glowing when I slept, and when I put on the ring...... ...... just now"

That's right! Each time, he was unconscious. Each time, he didn't really notice what was in front of him, whether it was Hongliang, or water and watches, or even himself......

It's still the same action just now, staring at the broken watch, but it seems to be looking far away. What are you looking at, and you don't look at anything. Just standing like that, like he's stupid.

But in this stupid posture, the watch actually floated up, just above the palm of his hand. He crooked his mouth and smiled, stupidly watching his watch roll in his palm.

Happily put it in his trouser pocket, got on the bike and continued walking. Let's go, go to the beach.

The weather seemed to be getting better, and although the sun was still blazing, it was not as sleepy as it had just been. The chirping of cicadas in the trees is no longer annoying, and even the still-moving air no longer looks dull.

"I'm not like anyone else." He thought.

Not only did he think, he almost screamed. In an instant, the gloomy cloud in his heart was rushed out of the Nine Heavens Cloud by this sudden ability. Riding on the bike, I was happy like a teenager.

"I'm really different from others." He thought.

Despite his love for the sea, he doesn't come to the beach very often. In his memory, Qingdao is more just winter and summer. No matter how beautiful it is, in his eyes it is only the replacement of heat and bleakness. What's more, he prefers to nest in the bedroom a lot of times and not come out.

However, he did not come to the beach, but to a park that guarded the sea. Holding on to the guardrail, the sea was gray and blue.

The sea ripples leisurely, gently washing the embankment wall under your feet. Not far away, a black reef looms in and out of the water, and a few seagulls follow the fish across the water.

A few shrill calls, I wonder if they found a school of fish, or if they were talking. Under the cover of the sun and white clouds, the black and white birds also look a little bright.

Perhaps tired of flying, one of them landed on a railing not far away. Look at the surface of the sea and sort out your feathers with your yellow pointed beak from time to time.

Behind the seagulls, under a stout locust tree, sat a pair of old men, motionless facing the sea, facing the seagulls. The clothes were as white as the hair, like two marble statues, sitting there quietly, letting time slip through the hair.

The breeze blew the corners of Grandpa's clothes, and Grandma put away the folding fan that had been hidden behind the two of them. Chen Feng realized that his grandmother's right hand had been fanning out of sight, while his grandfather had been sitting with his eyes closed and his chest straight. At that angle, it is estimated that no one can fan it.

But she fanned like this, whether it was useful or not, until the breeze blew the corners of her clothes.

The old man stood up and staggered into the distance. It's time to go home, right? Maybe.

Once again, the seagull flew up from the stone railing, and in the blink of an eye it and its companion staggered in the sky, and could no longer be distinguished.

The reef submerged in the sea, poked its head out anxiously, and disappeared from sight again in the blink of an eye. The cold wind was filled with a salty taste, and the embankment wall under his feet was slightly trembling by the whipping of the sea.

"Are you okay?" He thought.

In his dreams, she was always the one who looked disappointed. With anger in his eyes, he turned away.

"Are you okay?" He kept asking, "I'm sorry." He thought.

It had become his habit to stand on the balcony of the dormitory, or on the top of a mountain, or by the sea, as he did today, looking into the distance. Whenever this happens, the past rolls in like memories of past lives. Many of them, he even wondered if they had actually happened, were still so real in front of his eyes.

He loved that picture. Little self, running on grandpa's kang with a bare ass. was pulled into his arms by his grandfather, touched his head, and patted his buttocks......

That year, when he was just four years old, he was stuffed into a pile of luggage by his father and came to this city with the sea. I don't know how long it took, but he was still holding his mother's hand and yelling to go home. And what can be at home? The four corners of the room, the four walls, and his earliest memories.

What's going on here? The family sat in the winter sun, hiding from a rented bungalow. The chubby black boy sobbed on his mother's lap, and the older boy found a shovel to shovel away the filth that had vomited. A girl brought a bowl of rice mixed with plenty of sugar. The little fat man took one look and began to cry again. The girl stroked his head and set the bowl aside. The mother hugged the purple-faced boy tightly, her face expressionless, but the corners of her mouth twitched.

Come to remember, this is the second day of coming to Qingdao. The night before, a newborn coal fire had nearly killed their entire family...... He was so young that his parents sent Chen Feng back to his hometown to his grandfather soon after, and in the years that followed, he became what people now call a left-behind child. Now that I think about it, those years were not bitter, my grandfather carried him to work in the field and slept with him in his arms, which is still very sweet in retrospect.

"It's not my home." He thought.

Someone behind him suddenly spoke: "Do you want to flood the whole of Shandong?" ”

It's like waking up from a dream! In the wind came a cold, lonely voice. He spun around, his eyes searching the cold. A figure broke into view, hidden under the branches and leaves of the dragon's claw, and it looked extremely dark.

The figure walked out from under the tree, and Chen Feng straightened his glasses and looked up and down.

The young man standing in front of him was all black. The style of the clothes is very strange, the pants are loose, but they are not the fabric of sportswear. The top is close-fitting, but it's not your average T-shirt. What's even stranger is that he is also covered with a trench coat. Maybe not a trench coat, just a dress made of black gauze. The garment was so long that it must have gone above the knees. And at this time, it is swaying in the wind, fluttering but not messy.

Medium build, Chinese face, thick eyebrows and big eyes. The two eyes are bright and bright, piercing the darkness in front of them like two lightning bolts, and they are close to the heart.

"Who are you? What do you mean? Chen Feng calmed down and asked in as calm a tone as possible.

Unexpectedly, the other party tilted his head slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. It's hard to describe what kind of emotion is in that smile, but it will definitely not make Chen Feng in front of him comfortable.

"You don't have to ask to know you're unhappy." He said, looking up at the sky.

Chen Feng looked at the sky along the young man's eyes, the blazing sun just now was covered by clouds at some point, and the dragon claw locust in front of him was also desperately swaying its branches in the wind. Behind him the sea was a heavy gasp, and it ravaged the embankment beneath its feet. The seagulls had long since disappeared, and cars passing by in the distance had turned on their fog lights.

The young man paced forward unhurriedly, and Chen Feng involuntarily leaned towards the railing. It wasn't until a few seconds later that he couldn't retreat, watching the black mass press against him.

The black windbreaker suddenly raised his right hand and stretched out to Chen Feng, he subconsciously blocked it with his left hand, but unexpectedly, the other party's palm grabbed his arm tightly. That hand was extremely powerful, and with just an easy wave, Chen Feng fell like a straw to his left front. He raised his other arm to block the impending collision, but the young man suddenly disappeared from sight, and he fell heavily on the stone pavement.

Before he could come to his senses, a hot hand grabbed his right foot. The man who fell to the ground struggled with his hands, trying to grasp the bushes next to him or the bulging stone slabs beneath him. But all efforts were in vain, and in the blink of an eye, the two of them were shuttling above the boiling sea.

Like a suspended gourd, Chen Feng was carried to the sky. The two hands drooped weakly, and the head swayed from side to side. A wave came towards him, and the black figure avoided it lightly, while Chen Feng, who was holding it in his hand, was almost drowning. In an instant, I couldn't tell the front and back, and I couldn't figure out where the sky was and where the sea was in the chaos. It is even more difficult to tell whether the impact is rain or seawater.

A smooth reef washed by the sea became their foothold. Chen Feng was thrown down hard, blood flowing from his shoulder, staining the stone red. A wave hit, and the splash washed away the blood without a trace. The wound was soaked in seawater, and it hurt to drill the heart.

(This one was written in the fall of 2016.) After so many years, I can't remember many plots clearly. Take advantage of the fact that you still have a little enthusiasm in middle age, and send it out. After all, the characters in it have appeared in the brain since 1999, and sending them out can be regarded as an explanation. ）