With just over seven hours left before I got on the train, I pulled a comic book out of my backpack to pass the time. Whether it is a novel, an essay or a biography, the full-text book is no different from the washing machine manual to me, and it gives me a headache to read.

In the past, the third brother always said that I don't like to read, and I retorted confidently: "Who said I don't like to read anymore?" ”

The third brother asked me, "What books do you like to read?" ”

I said, "Comic books! Few words, no brain-burning! ”

The third brother laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist, and made fun of me for not being able to learn. I immediately came up with my killer feature: "Third brother, anyone can laugh at me, but you can't!" I'm so stupid, who is it? ”

Every time this matter is mentioned, the third brother will take the initiative to surrender and say: "Okay, it's all my fault, it's me who burned your originally extremely smart head!" ”

According to my eldest brother's recollection, it was one day in the winter when I was born. It was very cold that day, my father took my eleven-year-old eldest brother and eight-year-old second brother to the cave on the other side of the river to burn porcelain, and my mother wanted to go to the nine rivers under the stone steps in the backyard to wash clothes, so she put me in a bamboo basket padded with cotton wool, and let the five-year-old third brother sit by the white charcoal stove to take care of me. The third brother saw that I liked fire, so he played a game with me, and for a while he inserted the small stick into the charcoal fire, and then into my cotton wool basket, back and forth several times, and soon, the stars in the small bamboo basket were shining. If my mother had rushed back when she heard my first cry, she would have at least kept the broken diaper that wrapped around me, but I was proud of the loudest cry at birth, and I would have howled a few times whenever something went wrong, and that day my mother was determined to let me howl enough, and by the time I realized that my voice was unusual, and I ran back into the house, my thinning hair was almost burned out. I decided that I must have been burned out of my brain that time, so I was very slow to do a lot of things, not to mention my learning ability, just a 2 word, I studied for nearly a year, either written as 5 or painted as S, anyway, no matter how twisted it can't be twisted, for that 2 words, the eldest brother sighed. When I think about the Arabic numerals from 1 to 10, my least favorite is 2. And that 2 doesn't like me either, in my past life, that 2 has stumbled me more than once, and it seems that every time something goes wrong, there are 2 days.

The day I came to Shen'an after graduating from college was July 22, and the date included two 2s, perhaps, that dark had already foreshadowed that I would leave one day.

Shen'an is a serious city of immigrants. I haven't been to many places, but I am 100% confident that Shen'an is definitely one of the most tolerant cities in the world: no matter who you are, where you come from, don't treat yourself as an outsider when you come, because everyone is an outsider, according to the mathematical principle of "negative and positive", "outside and inside", all outsiders get together and become their own people, and the conclusion is that as long as people are in Shen'an, you are Shen'an people.

Once upon a time, a girl went to the company for an interview, and the boss asked her why she wanted to come to Shen'an, and her answer was: for love. The boss was so moved that he immediately admitted her. As for why I came to Shen'an, in fact, when I was about to graduate, more than a dozen companies went to the school for interviews, and many students were admitted to several companies at the same time, and they were entangled in which one to choose, but I didn't have that kind of distress at all, because only Shen'an was the only company that took a fancy to me, so I came. However, although I am not here for love, I am also here for love, to avoid love, to avoid a wishful thinking and self-righteous love that never belongs to me.

When I was in the third year of junior high school, the teacher asked everyone to write an essay about ideals, and I racked my brains and couldn't think of any ideals for myself, until the summer vacation, when the third brother came home from the medical university, I thought that my ideal was to marry the third brother. This ideal turned out to be both absurd and ridiculous. As I grew older, I gradually realized the fact that the word "ideal" is mostly "think", and less is put into practice, most of which is just thinking about it! When I was in high school, there was a grandmother who was in charge of cleaning in the canteen, about sixty-five years old, and when she went to the bathhouse to take a bath, she would always remove all the clothes on her body in the public area without scruples, revealing a crumpled skin, and the two shriveled breasts hung down to the navel like deflated balloons, and every time she washed it, she had to lift the two balloons to wipe off the left and right hypochondrium areas that were covered, and if someone's eyes swept her, she would proudly straighten her chest and say:" Don't look at them now, they can show off when they are young! One of me can be worth two or three ordinary people. The students were embarrassed and didn't dare to look at it directly. My good friend Xiaoxu was glad that he was flat-chested, I pulled my collar and looked down, thinking that with my size, when my gray hair was gray, it would never hang down to my belly and navel, but it would definitely be two large scallion pancakes. But no matter what, the ideal is like a woman's breasts, most of them are plump when they are young, and after years of scrubbing and the ravages of reality, they will eventually shrink into jerky.

When I was in the fourth grade of elementary school, I thought that I would definitely marry my third brother when I grew up, and this idea was like a belief that was rooted in my heart and never changed. Growing up, I didn't have many things that I was confident in, but this is the only one thing I firmly believe. Until that day, he appeared in front of me with another girl in his arms. That picture made my heart ache for many years, but time is always the best medicine, after so long, I seem to have been relieved and accepted the fact that he does not have me in his heart, from beginning to end, it is just my wishful thinking, in the eyes of the third brother, I am just a sister.

In the blink of an eye, I've been in Shen'an for six years. Six years can change a lot: getting married, having children, getting promoted, and even starting a business, but none of that has anything to do with me. If I had to do something about it, it would be that the man I love is married, not only has a son, but also a daughter, and I am sincerely happy for him when I hear that he has also been promoted. But, then again, I'm not all the same: I'm quitting.

I once thought about living in Shen'an for a long time, especially after my second brother bought me a one-bedroom apartment, which gave me a sense of home, but there was only that, nothing else.

Today is November 20, 2010, another 2-day day, a good day to leave Shen'an.