The poetess came to the door more and more often, each time she helped Harvey clean the room, make the bed, buy groceries, cook, the poetess was not like a poetess, but like a hostess, until one weekend, Harvey returned home from odd jobs at the construction site, pushed the door and saw a table full of dishes and desserts, and two red candles, paused, looked slightly, and saw the poetess sitting on the side of the table.

The poetess wore light makeup and looked at Harvey with beautiful red lips.

Harvey hadn't drunk yet, but he was a little drunk.

"You are... What to do, I'm not prepared at all. Harvey closed the door, walked into the living room, licked his lips, and sat down on the other side of the table.

The poetess stretched out her hand and pointed to the chair beside her: "You are closer to me." ”

Harvey's face turned even redder, and a passion rushed into his brain, Harvey only felt that he was hot, and slowly got up, walked to the other side of the table, and sat down next to the poetess, obviously in his own home, but everywhere he looked cramped.

The poetess said slowly: "Harvey, I am reading a poem to you today, this poem, I wrote it a long time ago, but today, I just want to read it to you. ”

Harvey didn't speak, just hummed softly, just for a moment, and felt dizzy, listening to the poetess word by word, reading the poem.

"The sea in my dream has given me a pair of free wings, allowing me to seek the confusion lost in the water."

"I chase the ocean in the ocean."

"I'm no longer lost in my confusion."

"I spread my free wings and embraced the cold light that rushed into my arms."

"What engulfs me is the cold ocean, but I warm the cold light."

"I'm in the ocean, I'm the ocean, but you're no longer a cold light."

"You've become my glimmer."

The poetess slowly looked at Harvey, at Harvey's hazy eyes: "I want to help you find your past, from our present to the future past." ”

Harvey burst into tears, couldn't cry, kept nodding, slowly grabbed the poetess with one hand, and caressed the poetess's delicate face with the other hand, she was actually very beautiful, from the first time he heard her poems, he felt that she was very beautiful, beauty in the poems, beauty in the heart, the sadness in the poems seemed to understand Harvey, and accompanied Harvey through long dark nights again and again.

"Actually, before I heard you read poetry for the first time, I just wanted to drink the last wine in my life, and after drinking, I ended myself, and I bought several packs of rat poison." Harvey trembled violently and held the poetess's hand tightly: "But I heard you reciting the poem, and after reading it, I seemed to have the idea of living again." ”

"I remember the poem where you said you had to see yourself clearly before you could make a decision."

"Only when you know yourself can you know everything."

"Yes!" Harvey calmed down a little, he looked up at the beautiful poetess, and only felt that he was extremely happy now, he could go to the future, he could stride into the future, he was no longer afraid of the forgotten past.

The lips are lightly opened, the food is delicious, but the style is less than one-ten-thousandth of the poetess, Harvey is lightheaded, the wine is not drunk, everyone is drunk, Harvey hugged the poetess tightly, as if he was afraid that she would slip away from him.

"Harvey." The poetess raised her forehead and looked at him: "It's not good for you to cry, it's not like a big man to cry a lot, and with me in the future, you are not allowed to cry again." ”

Harvey smiled: "No, no, no." ”

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Little Harvey looked at his mother on the side: "Mom, I want to eat sugar gourd, that sweet." ”

"Okay, Mom will take you to buy it."

Little Harvey lay in his mother's arms, holding a sugar gourd in one hand, reluctant to eat, looking at his father who was walking towards their mother and son, he kept waving his hands and shouting: "Dad! ”

"You don't have the money to play cards for me, but you have the money to buy sugar gourds?!" The father roared angrily and snatched the sugar gourd from Harvey's hand, threw it at the side of the road, and then gave Harvey's mother a heavy slap with his backhand. Harvey's mother didn't stand firmly, and sat on the ground with little Harvey's big buttocks, Harvey cried and ran over to hug his father's legs: "Dad, don't beat Mom, I'll grow up quickly and earn money for you!" Don't hit your mother! ”

"Humph!" Harvey's father snorted, kicked Harvey's mother harder, and turned away.

Harvey cried bitterly and ran to the sugar gourds that fell to the side of the road, and the sugar gourds fell to the ground one by one, stained with mud. Harvey picked them all up, crying, and ran back to his mother: "Mom, let's go back and wash the clothes." ”

"Okay, let's go back and wash."

Harvey's mother may feel indebted and did not take good care of little Harvey, but she has always been responsive to little Harvey's needs.

Countless nights when Harvey woke up from his dreams, he would keep muttering: go wash, wash.

What is washing? Wash away the sugar gourd stained with mud, or wash away the shoe prints on your mother's body, or wash away the darkness that has been suppressed in your heart for decades?

But Harvey, can you wash it off?