"Cherries Red, Banana Leaf Green"

Text/Jin Dailai first appeared in Jinjiang Literature City

Forget the tide of return

During his visit to Japan, Cheng Qingdou learned a word from his friends - Forget the Chao, which can be translated as Forget the Chao.

Friends describe this word as a tidal flat of memory. When the tide is high, the huge tide pounces on the beach. When the surging fades, there are shallow pits of water scooping. When you look closely, there are crabs, conchs, shells, starfish, small fish, and shrimps left behind.

The small puddle left behind after the wave is called the Forgetful Tide.

When organizing his personal photography collection, Qingdou was inspired by this, thinking about it, dividing his life according to the years, and narrating it according to the times.

In the preface, she wrote in a literary way: I have fallen in love with this world, quarrel, heart-wrenching, and escaped everywhere. Finally, I copied the "Forget it, it's all over" that I had the most annoying thing in the past and broke up and pasted it.

When I wrote, I burst into tears. After finishing the album, I read it again, and I lost my goose bumps.

Cheng Qingdou thought that her dead literary youth seemed to have been fighting against her pretentious illness all her life. Looking back, it seemed that there was only emotional core/the geese left traces.

Her return trend was so earth-shaking at the beginning. Twenty years later, under the background of the great era, it can be said that there is no wind or rain or sunshine.

Before submitting the manuscript, Cheng Qingdou calmly deleted the slightly heavy but unknown literary accent, and gently knocked the end of his heart to the beginning—

"I would like to use this album to commemorate my 1990s and I."

01 Tiger son

When I was seven years old, green beans were affected by plague. I found someone to "retrieve essence" and "called soul" but did not improve for two years. Feng Shui master said that the beams of the new house pressed on the top, which was a form of evil, which was not conducive to the growth of children.

Therefore, when she was nine years old, she followed her second brother out of the dock to Xiaonan City. Sure enough, her spirit could be seen with her naked eyes.

The second brother Cheng Qingsong is busy with his shameful business and is exhausted.

The children who "disappeared" in those years appeared on the streets like a lantern. In the middle of the newspaper, Cheng Qingsong was afraid that Qingdou would be kidnapped by Huazi, so he drew a piece of land for Qingdou and allowed her to play in this "circle" before sunset.

Play? What can Xiao Qingdou play with? Her most solemn daily life is to pinch broken bricks with green or red corners, write and draw on the ground, and then rub it.

In the era when I was just enough to have enough food and clothing, I had no interest in developing my own money. Several villain books were broken. Cheng Qingdou's information source was not only textbook knowledge, but also digging in the window and looking at the Dianhong slogans on the road. He was as serious as he had just recognized the words.

When she was three or four years old, she would memorize "Three Character Classic" and "Three Hundred Tang Poems" with her elder brother's accent. In that small village where Chinese was not good, she was once a child prodigy.

But after only one year of studying in the city, Qingdou realized that he was a country bumpkin who even dogs despised him.

As the slogan was looked at, a sneaky head rose in front of him. Hu Zi put it on the glass window, squeezed the meat on his face into a cake with oil, and spread it into a New Year painting doll on the calendar.

Attracting at a young age, the childish ghost can smell the childish ghost. He ran into the eyes of the beautiful porcelain doll, opened his big mouth with missing teeth, and smiled, curing the childhood of the wilted bean plague.

Hu Zi is famous for Wang Hu, and is as famous as Hu Tiger. The kids born in the 1970s have many names with tigers. Hu Zi is two years older than Qingdou, and is in the same class as Qingdou, and by the way.

Qingdou is not surprised that she doesn’t know him, and she doesn’t know most of the people in the class.

After that day, she recognized her and found that Hu Zi was sitting in the last row, next to the pile of dustpans. She sat in the first row, and she wanted to stick to the blackboard to erase her nose. This is a typical sitting area for poor students and transfer students.

Xiao Qingdou, trapped in the "circle", has the greatest desire every day to listen to Fat Huzi's talk about Jin Yong. It can be said that her youth was irrigated by the waste materials of Huzi's story. In the early 1980s, Grandpa Deng met with Mr. Jin Yong, and his works were later released. Wulin magazine had a serialized "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", but the Jin Yong's readings circulating in the market were still mainly pirated and fake books.

Huzi's family has two or three novels of Jin Yong. He has little literacy, and his father told him. When he saw Qingdou was bored, he told Qingdou about "The Deer and the Cauldron".

As the last stick of knowledge relay, Qingdou lives up to the instructions of the good young man in socialism, keeps in mind the plot, and even turns into a great hero in his dreams, traveling around the world, robbing the rich and helping the poor, quelling the turmoil of Song and Liao, and caring for the people of the world.

It was not until a few years later that she personally opened the book at Xinhua Bookstore in Xiaonancheng that she knew that her youth was wrong. It turned out that Wei Xiaobao did not proclaim himself emperor. The eighteen great masters and the great compassionate Qianye hand were not taught to the emperor. This man was a slutty man, not a great hero with the most affectionateness. He did not go to the martial arts conference, did not fight the world invincible. There was no Wang Yuyan in the book. He was good at the magical movements and changes, not Lingbo Weibu.

The green beans became more and more dizzy as they rolled around, and they were confused for several days.

The bookstore salesperson was also a slutty person. When he saw that Qingdou was a small child with no consumption ability, he threw her eyes several times. Whenever Qingdou turned over the books, the clerk had to dust it off and smooth it down, and sometimes cleared his throat and pissed it off. He could only go back and listen to the Huzi version of Jin Yong hodgepodge.

Qingdou please tell Hu Zi to follow the book, she wants to hear it really is Jin Yong.

Hu Zi said that this was written in the book, and he brags that it was written by Mr. Jin Yong himself, and the printed outside was fake. The book seller divided Jin Yong's story into dozens of to make money, which was really a brutal businessman's behavior.

Of course, Qingdou knew that Huzi was talking nonsense and put on a disbelief.

Hu Zi was so angry that he shook his sleeves, "Let's forget it if you don't listen."

No, no, no, she doesn't want to live such a boring life. Every day, there are only the invisible morning glow and twilight. Except for the locust flowers blooming at the turn of spring and summer, the other daily life can be said to be counting seconds to end the darkness.

Qing Dou's mouth was flat, so she could only listen to his bullshit martial arts new compilation.

What I compiled was not just Jin Yong, but also various folk legends. All the strange knowledge of Qingdou came from Hu Zi, which led to her later not being pure in six senses, liked to read idle books, and preferred to be curious and emotional.

Let’s just write it up for a new one. Let’s listen to it while you’re alive, but how can life be so smooth?

Hu Zi is an unqualified storyteller. When he was too busy to take care of himself, he was the first to throw away Qingdou, who was chasing the chasing Qingdou and surrender to the tiger mother's Hedong Lion Roar.

In the era of underdeveloped communication, calling children to eat depends entirely on shouting around and then relying on neighbors in all directions to continue: "Huzi-Huzi-Huzi-Your mother has called you home for dinner!"

After giving birth to a child who is not at home, Zhang Lanfeng only regrets that her hands are not enough to beat the two fat butts that dodge.

She and Wang Qian are dual employees in the agency. They have studied according to their philosophy and are not illiterate. But the son who gave birth to a son is notorious and has a particularly bad grade.

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