Yesterday, I went back to my hometown.
The old well is still the same old well, and the street is still the same street.
As ancient and filthy.
I saw Sister Hou. My neighbor's daughter. She is still so beautiful and neat. She smiled and said hello to me: Liangzi, I am not Liangzi, Liangzi is the person she cares about day and night.
The old people all said that it was Liangzi's ghost who entangled her.
Just Hou and Liangzi were classmates a few years ago. At that time, Sister Hou had long eyelashes, round face, slim figure, and a standard star look.
Liangzi is the top student in the class.
In my memory, after evening self-study, the thin shadow in front of the window of Class 2 of Grade 1 was him.
The two of them often go to school together, go to the cafeteria to get food, and go to the lover's path behind the school together... One morning, Liangzi was running around the school playground, suddenly fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth, and not awake.
When the teacher and classmates carried him to the hospital, Liangzi was no longer able to do it. The doctor said it was a cerebral hemorrhage.
At the beginning, Sister Hou had not changed much. I still went to the cafeteria to get food, listened to the teacher's lectures, and went shopping with the female classmates.
However, the smile that often looks like sunlight gradually disappeared. Later on, it will be serious.
She had a strange disease. At night, she often gets up quietly by herself and walks on the school playground.
Someone also heard her calling softly: Liangzi...is still distracted during class. Her eyes were clearly wide open, but her deskmate found that she didn't listen at all. She covered her face with her hands, and she didn't know... In the last semester of that year, her mother completed the dropout procedures for her.
Last year during the Spring Festival, one morning after snow, she ran barefoot and walked on the snow from the south end of the old street to the north end, shouting Liangzi all the way.
Her mother was pulling it behind, but she couldn't hold it. Later, her brother and mother dragged her home. Her mother brought a basin of charcoal and asked her to bake it. Unexpectedly, she was distracted again and directly put her feet into the charcoal fire... I slowly turned my head and sighed.
I thought: Liangzi, you should have cicada underground, right? I remembered the Hufu Stone in the North Mountain of Wuchang. What is the difference between cold stones and living people? My Heart Pain Author Profile: Hao Guangping, male, from Handan City, Hebei Province. Amateur writing enthusiast. Now working in Lingshi County, Jinzhong City, Shanxi Province.
