is still early in the season, and I inexplicably remembered a snow
that filled my boy. There is also
When a tree falls, big red
I can call out your name
On the afternoon of November last year, I rushed from my hometown county to Pudong to attend an international bus show. At noon, it drizzled in the sky. As usual, the time in the car was mainly to relax and to clean up the work. After all, it was still a long drive from Xingcheng to Shanghai.
The autumn in my hometown is solemn, and the wheat seedlings have not yet returned to green, and I have already felt a hint of chill. The sporadic dialects that came from afar made me remember that I had a second-year resuming in this small county. My memories when I was young were not all beautiful, at least for me, a child from the countryside, were bitter.
The carriage was driving slowly on the Yanjing Expressway, and the familiar scenery outside the window was still there, even though it was almost twenty years away from home. At this speed, it should be too late to arrive in Pudong. Prepare for the future, I immediately took out my mobile phone and booked an economical room on the APP. The hotel I stayed in was a 7-day chain on Fanghua Road, almost one stop from the International Expo Center. Everything was settled and I started to close my eyes and rest.
Don't wake up the lingering past of the willow bank, turn into a wisp of smoke and disappear in the distance. The goddess Jiang Shan's "Water Town in Dreams" floated in the air. In a trance, the car came to the Meicun service area. Shanghai is getting closer.
Life is like a journey, we meet again while we meet again. In the evening, the car finally stopped at the Wenshui intersection for the first time to unload passengers. Because I had been sitting for too long, I walked out of the car door aimlessly, glanced at the messy luggage compartment, and suddenly raised my head, and a familiar face came into my eyes.
"You are Lin, do you know me?" The voice was fifty centimeters away from me.
"You are Mei!" The answer was very firm, although I was a little panicked at this moment.
"This is my son." Mei's voice was very low.
"Hello! Uncle." A tall and handsome young man said hello to me, and Mei stood aside. Time goes on, and the childhood greenness faintly shines under a blue jacket.
The car is about to restart, and the driver has started urging him, and the traffic light is flashing not far away.
"Leave a contact information!" It can be seen that Mei is a bit reserved and restrained. But she must not be able to feel the turbulence in my heart at this moment.
I carried my work card with me, but my mind was blank at that time. I didn't hand it over to her. I just pressed my phone twice. Then I got off the bus at the urging of the middle-aged driver, and the bus continued to drive towards Pudong.
Look back and see the stop sign opposite, there is no plum blossom. A corner of the city is so far away in an instant! Time has already washed away many precious memories, and some people and things have become clearer as the years pass. The middle school in the northern suburbs of the county town appeared in front of me again. Perhaps because when I was a child, my classmate worked in a township elementary school where my father worked for a very short period of time. When Mei brought her youthful and beautiful graduation photos to the classroom of the cram school to write a graduation message, I was not surprised. There was also a girl named Rong. Memories gradually became clearer, with the smell of hormones.
Rong is a classmate from my alma mater’s high school. When I opened the class group of my alma mater, I quickly found Rong’s WeChat. On WeChat, Rong joked, it turned out to be a childhood sweetheart. Where did you meet our class beauty? No matter how ridiculed it, Rong pushed Mei’s WeChat to me as fast as possible.
I carefully added Mei’s WeChat at the inn on Fanghua Road. About 20 minutes later, there was a prompt on the other end of WeChat that it was Mei.
"You are too smart, where can I get the channels?"
"There are always more ways than difficulties." I was secretly happy inside.
"Haha, you are amazing!" I smelled a trace of fireworks on the other end of WeChat.
"If you can't remember my name, I will definitely be embarrassed." Mei has a reserved subconscious mind.
"I was so upset when I watched you get in the car and leave. This surprise came too quickly!"After the greetings, Mei continued to tell her experience.
After failing the college entrance examination, Mei first stayed in her hometown, B Town for a while. Two years later, she married into Shanghai from a small town in northern Jiangsu and started a business with her husband. She is currently managing a mechanical accessories processing factory and her career is still booming. I am not from Jiangnan, and there is always a layer of separation between Jiangnan and me. In a foreign inn, the plum blossoms stand under the lamp, light, as light as tea.
The first time I met Mei was in the second semester of the fourth grade. At that time, because of my introvert, I developed a certain degree of psychological autism and my academic performance plummeted, so my father planned to take me to him to study. After a morning reading class, I followed my class teacher into the classroom. The teacher introduced my new classmates in front. I noticed that the plum clothes under the podium were very fashionable and should have a good family background in the rural areas in the late 1970s. Because my father was the principal of that elementary school, I felt Mei staring at me at that time, with her shy and bold eyes. Many years later, the eyes still couldn't get rid of them. Mei is the Chinese class representative in the class. I have been good at liberal arts since I was a child. As my Chinese grades stood out in the class, I soon had more opportunities to have some separate contact between the Chinese teacher and Mei and me. Later, after a semester of psychological transition, I returned to my hometown and continued to study with my mother. As long as a man does not come to the wall, he will be a teenager until his death! Suddenly I remembered the self-deprecating Ding Yuanying at the wine table in Doudou's writings. Things that are interesting in the world are often useless.
At the end of the chat, Mei said that she still kept the graduation gift I wrote to her that night. To be honest, I don’t remember it anymore. Mei told me that it was a new poem, and the pen calligraphy was also very elegant, and she had always kept it carefully. When she took a photo on WeChat and sent it, I couldn't help but laugh. The poems were childish, and the handwriting also felt like it was too hard. The only thing that warmed me was the yellowed page.
Mei checked my itinerary and said that I would like to invite you to have a cup of coffee another day. I replied a little dull and focused, "Let's see the time." After all, I didn't drink coffee. A week later, I left Shanghai, and that afternoon, it was raining the same as when I came. When I left, the wind was still on the windowsill, and a few sparrows flew over from a distance, like my rusty boy.
September 2019 First draft was held in Shencheng
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