wild cranberries

Zhujiatang is a small section of cecum in the corner of Qingyi.The structure and layout of the outer alley and the inner alley are very different. The outer alley is straight and wider, while the inner alley is small and winding like a contracture. Walking in the evening, it resembles an old Shanghai alley.Soggy, dark, and smelling like the salty smell of the Wunan River.Li Yuan grew up wild in this area, but in fact, she seldom went to the inner alleys. The inner and outer walls were separated by half a low wall with peeled cement and exposed red bricks, dividing you and me like a boundary marker.Most of the tenants in Lixiang are foreigners from prefecture-level towns that are even smaller than Qingyi, and they speak dialects from all over the world, and they often avoid and curry favor with the locals indescribably.

The locals are hypocritical and self-confident, and most of them are worthless superiority.

The electric box was exposed, and the corrugated boxes of the moped were placed randomly.The clotheslines in the alley were stretched to the left and right, crossed horizontally like infrared rays, and were not hung high. Li Yuan was strangled on the top of her head as soon as she didn't pay attention, and quickly lowered her head after a "tsk".Holding the watermelon in his arms, Peng Xiaoman turned his head slightly, seeing a few giant floral boxers dangling up and down on the rope, he couldn't help grinning, and when Li Yuan raised his eyebrows, he resisted not saying "haha".

"Xiaoman's slippers, aren't they too small for you?" Grandma Xiaoman took out a small roll wrapped in a floral handkerchief from her polyester trousers, and took out the key contained in the odd ticket to open the screen door.Peng Xiaoman threw two pairs of flip flops on the ground, one was Stitch and the other was Bugs Bunny, both of which were the same pair of tropical Hawaiian ruffians as his feet: "Choose one."

Li Yuan didn't want to wear a pair.

"Then this pair." Peng Xiaoman made the decision for him, Bugs Rabbit kept the card, and Stitch sent back the shoe rack, "I actually have a set, and I didn't bring the pair of Donald Ducks, Disney genuine."

Peng Xiaoman's family is in the deepest part of Zhujiatang. There are three households on the left and right, and the other two are small businesses. The small area is filled with carts.It was the first floor, so the back room was inevitably dark and humid, Li Yuan smelled it, and it seemed to have a faint fragrance of Chinese herbal medicine.The municipal government has demolished Qingyi to pieces in recent years, and there are almost few houses with old layouts. Like Peng Xiaoman's house, the master bedroom and side bedroom are the first, and there is a small patio separated from the kitchen and bathroom. Even rarer, out of print.

Because it is a tenant, the arrangement is very simple. The things in the house are in pairs. There is a small shrine on the wall, and a black and white portrait is placed.The portrait was of an old man, and Peng Xiaoman looked very much like him from the tip of his nose. Li Yuan guessed that they were grandparents and grandchildren.

Grandma Xiaoman raised her hand and picked up a half-meter stainless steel watermelon knife, split it into two halves with a vertical knife on the tea table, and the juice dripped into two halves.Li Yuan offered it to Li Yuan with a ladle and a bowl. Li Yuan smiled hurriedly, took it and thanked her.

"Why are you being polite, you and Xiaoman have already eaten, and once you put it on, you won't be able to eat it anymore." He squinted his crescent eyes again, and nodded the white T-shirt on Li Yuan's body, "Don't drip it on me, Watermelon juice is hard to wash, especially your snow-white clothes."

Li Yuan was stunned for a moment.

Li Xiaoxing hardly said such things to her anymore.Since she and Lin Yixiong parted ways, since she was not afraid of participating in the reorganized compound family, she chose to follow another man she thought was better than Lin Yixiong and she liked, and she faded away from her own trivial stories.Others said this was actually a bit too kissy, but Grandma Xiaoman said it without any violation of harmony, without any testable purpose, which made Li Yuan suddenly feel familiar and strange, but also not uncomfortable.

Peng Xiaoman squatted at the door of the screen, the door was not closed tightly, revealing a big gap where mosquitoes and flies could sneak in openly to look for food.Grandma Xiaoman pointed at Peng Xiaoman, turned her head and whispered to Li Yuan, "Xiaoyuan, go and help secure the door, and give that kid a kick in the butt, and I won't remember closing the door."

Li Yuan couldn't really kick, so she stood up and closed the door, and pretended to lift her leg to push his ass.

The position is too perfect, as soon as the foot is lifted, the tip of the toe hooks over and touches Peng Xiaomandan's place, it is soft.Playing a hooligan for others without defense, Peng Xiaoman immediately turned his head and bared his teeth at him: "You fucking...pervert."

"Did I do that on purpose?" Li Yuan saw that he was watering the flowers, a small pot full of sedum notoginseng planted under the wall.Peng Xiaoman held a water bottle in his hand, and it was a pink proboscis in the shape of a cartoon.

"Oh." Peng Xiaoman narrowed his eyes, "You didn't mean it, I did it on purpose, I held the egg and blackmailed it on your feet."

"...It was your grandma who said that."

"My grandma told you to kick my balls?"

"I said, can you take one bite at a time?" Li Yuan looked at him rather embarrassed.

"My grandma told you to kick my balls?"

It's not as good as an egg, I can't talk.Li Yuan closed her eyes and shut her mouth sensibly, and stopped talking, and handed over the watermelon she had cut.The two of them and the two old men squatted side by side on the ground like waiting for a bus by the curb, slowly eating the watermelon dipped in the setting sun.The capitalized "egg" in Li Yuan's mind was still spinning magically, and so was Peng Xiaoman. When they poured the seeds into the basin, the two of them looked at each other, and suddenly they were hit by the laughing point. He laughed like a dimple, inexplicably.

Laughing until the flesh of the watermelon choked his throat, Peng Xiaoman coughed twice against the tip of his nose, "I found out that you have a low smile."

Li Yuan put the watermelon rind into the basin and wiped the juice from her chin: "It's as if you are taller than me."

"I'm low, at most it's the Turpan Basin, you're the Mariana Trench." Peng Xiaoman continued, "Hey, are you the kind of person who can watch "Tom and Jerry" alone and laugh out loud at the computer? people?"

What he said was true, but Li Yuan didn't want to admit it. Admitting it would make him appear to be an immature, stupid, and childish child. There are burdens and stories, and I don’t really want to nod and say yes, enjoying the mysterious superiority that I am different from others, and the second child is extremely pretentious.

Seeing that he was silent, Peng Xiaoman picked up another piece of watermelon, "Are you...unhappy today?"

"You can see this? Don't we know each other well?" Li Yuan turned her head to look at him with a half-smile, then couldn't help asking after a pause, "Am I obvious?"

Li Yuan felt very contradictory.

It's just a family relationship, he is afraid that smart people will see through, and he is afraid that unsmart people will not see through.If an unintelligent person cannot see through, he will lose a chance to tell others the story in a disguised form, show the pain to others, and be different from others and be complacent; it is even more frightening for a smart person to see through. I can see through his hypocrisy in the second year of middle school, but he is just a guy who wants to imitate other people's cool and dark things.

Li Yuan couldn't see who Peng Xiaoman was, he was bold and heartless, and he was so optimistic that he might be aware of another hidden side of him?Maybe unfathomable.Anyway, Li Yuan felt that he was quite different from others.

"It's funny, what's so obvious about it?" Two drops of water-red watermelon juice hung on Peng Xiaoman's chin, pierced by the shadow of clouds and sky, and there was a bright dot, "If you are happy, you will be happy, no If you’re happy, you’re not happy, why?” Peng Xiaoman raised his eyelids, “Can you still be happy and unhappy? It’s all a fake, not me, fake death.”

Li Yuan opened her mouth, bowed her head and smiled without saying a word, then nodded with some unknown meaning.Neither right nor wrong.

Suddenly it was raised to the height of philosophical speculation, and I didn't know it.

The good thing that Grandma Xiaoman gave Li Yuan later was a sealed glass jar with Chuanbei loquat paste made by herself.Save a part for early adopters, and boil the rest with Chuanbei, which tastes good and is easy to preserve.Grandma Xiaoman shared a can with him, and told Li Yuan to stop smoking and not to damage her lungs at such a young age.

Peng Xiaoman was nagging behind him—Old Yankong, seeing how good-looking you are, I really treat you like a grandson.

In my student life, there are three great joys: a sudden power outage in the evening study, a coincidence postponement of the major exam, and heavy rain in the morning exercise.

Zhang Chao once wrote in "You Meng Ying", that autumn rain is like an elegy, and summer rain is like a book of forgiveness. The heavy rain on Monday morning was too damn face-saving.Li Yuan was fully dressed in a raincoat and pedaled out of the narrow and cramped Zhujiatang. There was a shower of rain, like duckweed in the waves and dead leaves in the wind. The raincoat and hat were filled with wind and turned up and down. Rainwater trickled down the seams into the clothes in strings.

Li Yuan simply took off her hat, rode to the school, poured out a particularly unruly, wild, sexy and provocative wet hair, and stroked it on the top.Peng Xiaoman continued to drift into the classroom with a little bit of human flesh, and looked dry, except for the wet shoes, the hair on his forehead was soaked in damp, and black locks were sticking to his smooth and shiny forehead.

You Kai Fengzi took a big mouthful of sweet soy milk, wandered around in the messy drawer with a pair of fat hands, groping for the two math exercise papers to be commented on in the first class, and smiled at Peng Xiaoman through Li Yuan Shout: "Hey hey!"

The sky outside the window is gray, the classroom is buzzing, the lights are on, and the tide is sizzling; The majestic towering peak.Peng Xiaoman turned his head in response, and first met Li Yuan, surprised for a second by his drenched body, and then turned to the round head behind him: "What?"

From my heart: You don’t know how to read the three words in my name?

"I want to sweep you."

sweep me?

It sounds a little yellow.Peng Xiaoman didn't understand, so Li Yuan softly completed for You Kaifeng: "He said, your bangs look like barcodes." Peng Xiaoman curled his lips and squinted his eyes, and violently scratched his bangs for them to see: It's really amazing, there are simultaneous translations for swearing.

After the two Chinese lessons like appetizers, the heavy rain accompanied by thunder still continued.The old class walked slowly from the other end of the corridor with a water glass, and as soon as he saw a half-round human figure, a classmate sitting by the window saw the trace, raised his hand and pouted, and gave him a boo Signal, the noisy class fell silent for a moment, Lu Qingyuan took a quick step with his long legs, dropped the basketball, straddled the two groups and sat back in his seat.Turning the pen to flip the book, turning the pen to flip the book, bowing the head to drink water, all of them are empress-level acting skills.

"Put it on for me again. I can hear our class quarreling 800 meters away. Hey, you pretend it for me when someone comes." The old class raised one eyebrow, patted the door panel and shook the stack of paper rolls in his hand, rushed Zhu Xuming raised his voice: "It's raining during the big break for self-study, the class monitor will come up and hand out the papers, and hand them in before class."

As soon as the students heard it, they became cowardly, frowned bitterly, and lost their faces as soon as they dictated the papers, and they were so full of "ouch" that they didn't dare to say it in front of the old class.Humming and whimpering, eyelids drooping, he slowly passed the papers back, don't fold the corners, and hand the extra white papers back to the podium.I bowed my head and quickly browsed through the dense and boring test questions. I was so tired that I wished I could throw my head over the table.

As a sophomore in high school, these things are handed out all day long as if they don’t need money or life. Newspaper practice rolls live buried.24 hours a day, [-] hours a day, the strings have to be stretched tight, the fate of prospective high school seniors.

Li Yuan was on the same page as Gou Zhong Qi Xuming when it came to writing test papers. They belonged to "meeting gods, killing gods, meeting Buddhas and cutting Buddhas".This kind of people answer the questions with fluent thinking and thoughtfulness to the point of being in their own place, defiant, and they always admire the minimalist style when writing papers. To ensure that the answering process is simplified to the maximum extent, they don’t even bother to code formulas to write answers, and watch them idle and carelessly transcribe A few steps, compared with You Kaifeng and Peng Xiaoman's blind writing, the score is much higher.

People are more popular than others, and their IQs are not at the same level, so there is no way to say.

Li Yuan spread the papers horizontally, raised her eyelids, and saw Peng Xiaoman smiling and looking at him with his palm raised.Li Yuan didn't understand, so she tilted her head, and Peng Xiaoman shrugged her eyebrows at him in a funny way: "Givemefive, God let us escape the criticism."

"You mean self-criticism?" Li Yuan put down the water-based pen, reluctantly leaned over and slapped him lightly, and hit him seriously without any emotional intelligence: "Haven't you heard the old saying, you can hide from the beginning If you can't hide from fifteen, it's our school."

He sneered deliberately.

The good and bad giant spirits, before Peng Xiaoman could express his dissatisfaction and say, "You can't think more optimistic", the fifteenth day came.

The intern cadres of the school committee's student union with badges, a few men and women in the first year of high school, stood in twos and threes at the door of the second class with a cowhide notebook, looked up at the class number plate, and then looked at the old class standing on the podium.Being one grade short of the second class, a girl politely but cautiously knocked on the door frame and asked in a low voice, "Excuse me, Li—what..." she stared at the notebook in her hand and muttered, The one with the ponytail immediately tilted his head and pressed his voice to remind: "Yuan, Yiwu Anyuan."

"Uh...Yuan." Pushing the tip of her nose, she continued to ask, "Excuse me, are Li Yuan and Peng Xiaoman here?"

The students in the class stopped the pens in their hands, and cast their gazes with great interest to the two people at the front and back desks in the innermost group against the wall.Peng Xiaoman rushed to the door and raised his hand, especially afraid of pulling Li Yuan off his list, pointing at the girl behind him.

"What's the matter?" Old Ben asked.

"That's right, the school arranged for the two of them to go to Baishu hall to clean up during the big break, as a punishment for violating school rules and regulations, let us call them over..."

"Why." The old class unscrewed the thermos cup and took a sip of water, talking and laughing: "The big one looks like he was going to be shot at the execution ground. Why, the teacher is afraid that they will run away and send you to escort them." The classmates in the class Hearing Lao Ban's talk and chirp a few times, he couldn't hold back his laughter.

"No, no." The little girl bowed her hand in embarrassment, pointed to the small SLR hanging around the neck of a man behind her, and explained with a smile: "The teacher, the teacher asked us to take pictures and make records, and wrote it later. The manuscript has to be published in the school newspaper next month..." In the end, as if he didn't think it was official enough, he closed the book and pulled his hair: "Please ask the teacher to let them cooperate."

"Cooperate, cooperate, definitely cooperate!"

Old Ban's eyes narrowed and turned into a crab claw chrysanthemum, and when he opened his mouth, he couldn't hold it in his arms and wanted to laugh. He pursed his lips for a long time and didn't hold back. The crowd followed closely and huddled together, especially gloating at the fun and watching the excitement, staring at the two of them giggling and laughing, and it was You Kaifeng who giggled the loudest like a goose.The old class patted his belly, raised his finger and pointed at Li Yuan and Peng Xiaoman, who had a wtf face, and joked half-truthfully: "You have a long face? Go home and tell your parents the good news, but the colonel has reported that you two want to !"

Peng Xiaoman wanted to swear, so did Li Yuan.

This is so fucking difficult for students, how many days in a small dark room can they come up with such a bad move?

Li Yuan stood up and silently raised her middle finger to You Kaifeng who was behind her, put one hand in her pocket and followed Peng Xiaoman reluctantly to get up.A few members of the student union held the door frame and pointed to the hygiene corner in the classroom, whispering slowly: "The dean also said, please bring your own brooms, rags, and small buckets..."

Grass.

The people under the podium immediately laughed even more maliciously, one after another, Lu Qingyuan took the opportunity to blow a hooligan whistle to gloat at others' misfortune.Even Su Qi couldn't help but stop writing and not look at the question, and stared back and forth around Li Yuan for several weeks, seeing him and Peng Xiaoman one tall, one short, one front and one behind, Zhu Bajie was carrying a broom on his shoulders like a rake, Being "escorted" all the way out of the corridor, he glanced sideways at Zhou Yiqing who was pouted with a funny expression, pushed down his glasses, and smiled with her at the same time.

After laughing, she couldn't help falling out of the window, looking at the staircase where Li Yuan left.

He wasn't in the classroom, and he didn't always face her with his slender and slightly arched back. She was always in a faint state of mind, and fell in love with him to an indescribable and indescribable admiration and attachment.So he was very entangled and annoyed, and couldn't help but secretly thought in frustration, how good and good he had to become in order to attract him to look at him more than others.

Li Yuan is smart, good-looking, and cool; Li Yuan is Su Qi's first love.It's very vulgar, very cheap, and the timing is very wrong, but it suddenly breaks through the ground and sprouts and grows. Even Su Qi, who has been rubbed and polished since childhood until he loses the rebellious bone, can't control it.What makes crushing on adolescence even more embarrassing than "dare not to say" is that you can't understand the appearance and direction of the other person's favorite, and you don't even have a goal to work hard and change.

Summer rain soup outside the window, there is a layer of green and astringent smell soaked in soil in the air, mixed with the dense circle of symbols and numbers on the brand-new paper to form a damp and unclear mass.Just like her youth just waking up softly and still yawning.

Baishu hall is next to the old loquat tree destroyed by them. The cornices are high and the cornices are lower. The corners are like light and lively birds spreading their wings. It is a typical delicate and beautiful wooden building style in the Song Dynasty. The shadows of the green forest cover the outline, making it more simple and quiet.

Because the school history monument and the college entrance examination hero list are kept in the hall, and the bronze statue of Lugao’s first principal is erected in front of the hall door, this land boundary is regarded as the most dignified and solemn place in Lugao, so no matter which one Students, no matter what kind of big or small mistakes they make, they have to be caught as a rule and come over for a walk, rectify their manners, calm their minds, and make a little bit of sesame seed rags with the ladies in the Republic of China dramas For everything, the elders of the family sighed and dragged them to the ancestral hall to kneel down to their ancestors for a night, as if they were afraid of committing the crimes of their ancestors.

Peng Xiaoman lowered his head and swept the wet fallen leaves in the corridor under the hall. The water droplets under the eaves were arranged at short intervals to form small falling water streams, like a row of transparent bead curtains hanging under the eaves.The raindrops splashed on the ground and slapped on the pillars and the stone benches in the corridor for resting, echoing subtly with the sound of his broom touching the ground.

Seeing that he is so awesome, Li Yuan is not at all afraid of the DSLR lens of the boy in front of him, letting the other party look like Tony, an art director jumping up and down in a photo studio, changing the angle of the camera and pressing the shutter repeatedly, doing the punishment in his hand naturally.Raising your hands, pacing, turning around, bowing your waist, it's like a fake street capture that has been fully prepared in advance.Li Yuan suspected that it was the kid's personal portrait that was posted on the school newspaper.

Li Yuan folded a small rag on one side, and wiped a wooden upright that was already clean as new. She couldn't help but let out a small "chuck" from her nose. It was as natural as a knee-jerk reaction.

Peng Xiaoman heard him, and raised his eyebrows to look at him: "It's reform through labor, are you happy?"

Li Yuan is a person who likes to pretend in his heart, his smile is so low that he can't be the kind of person who suffers from great hatred and deep frowns, and still deeply desires to be the type of person who can't show his emotions, so He lowered the corners of his mouth and shook his head, neither saying yes nor no.

"Then I'm happier than yesterday." Peng Xiaoman said a statement.

Li Yuan looked at his hazel eyes, the crescent-shaped double eyelid creases, and seemed to see the deep meaning in his eyes.Inexplicably, I feel Zen, with a harmonious, joyful and calm shell, covering all the sharp emotions, beautiful and false.People want to puncture.

Happy or unhappy, Li Yuan is a bit old-fashioned and can't tell the difference.It's not pretentious or hindsight, it's really pure and it's hard to tell.At school and at home, life is so boring that there are two points and one line. They are all birdcages, and there is only the difference between the individual and the collective.Only get up early or not early every day, stay up late or not, tired or not feeling tired.For high school students under the test-oriented system, emotions are useless burdens.Sleep when you are tired, and write when you are not tired. There is no situation where you can score better if you are happy.What is happy and what is not happy, don't waste time thinking about it.

Li Yuan felt that at least after the college entrance examination, he had a fork in the road that he could choose, so that he could make a clear statement about Zichou Yinmao, who was in a mess in his heart, while keeping some room for it.

Peng Xiaoman raised his hand in the corridor and pointed the broomstick at Li Yuan's hair.Li Yuan looked up, then lowered her head and asked him, "What's wrong?"

"Spider." He made a gesture the size of a pinball, "Look at the spider on your head."