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    All day, I sat there.  Did not say a few words.  Time seems to pass very slowly.

    The transparent glass reflects the sunlight from the outside.

    In a corner that is not easy to be noticed.  Read novels written by Mr. Lu Xun.  Bitter words are accompanied by the length of time.

    Smell the pungent kerosene smell.  Surrounded by jumbled debris.  Step on the slippery touch.

    One needle, two needles count slowly, slowly put them in a specific position like a beloved baby

    Watching them turn from dirty black to transparent white, glistening

    Time flows quietly.

    No one passed by me.  Like an isolated space.  Dust in the sun, dead branches swaying in the wind the vast blue sky.

    Mixed with the irregular running sound of the machine.

    The mood became dull with Lu Xun's words.  The darkness and desolation of the Republic of China era.

    A stool.  A carton, put a layer of cloth on the carton, put 700 needles on the machine on it.  Wipe them clean one by one.

    Someone to accompany, chat for a few words.

    Have no company, enjoy yourself.

    Until the phone dies.  Not a single needle remains.  Look up, another day.

    I am rebellious in my bones, but honest and responsible on the surface.

    Complete the tasks assigned by the leaders according to the regulations.  Do something you like to do in your free time.  Don't want to be found out.  Smug like a candy-stealing kid

    But I still hope it's nice to have someone to accompany me

    Don't be alone, like the desolation abandoned by the world

    I never express my sorrows and joys.  Smile every day, occasionally tantrums.

    The calendar opened one after another.  The date to go home is getting closer.  Not very excited.  But much calmer than usual.

    It's too cold.  I got up too late in the morning, washed my hair, and didn't have time to blow it with a hair dryer, so it froze on the road.

    For the first time, I came to work with a whole night of wind and frost.

    I like to eat persimmons.

    Always eat a few pieces before going to bed.  sweet.  But I don't like to eat persimmons.

    There used to be a persimmon tree in my house.  It was transplanted to my family from my aunt who was still a teacher at the time.

    At that time, my brother and I were very young.  Surround this persimmon tree every day to see when it will bloom and bear fruit.

    Poor four years passed, and nothing happened to it.  For this reason, Dad wanted to eradicate this useless tree that took up space on the grounds of blocking light.  However, miraculously, in that year, the persimmon tree bore a lot of fruit like crazy.  Everyone who visits my house marvels at how productive this tree is.  The fruit nearly overwhelmed the branches.

    I raised a dog when I was young.  It was given to me by my grandmother.  It is docile by nature.  Yellow fur, black eyes.  Be with me for two years.  Every day after school, I would see it squatting at the door waiting for me.  Tongue out, tail wagging.

    Later, it became pregnant and gave birth to eight puppies, and accidentally ate the rat poison thrown in the stinking ditch by others.  Taking injections and taking medicine can never save life.  It became emaciated, ran away from home one day, and never came back.

    My family and I have been looking for it for a long time.  Neither found it.

    Mom said it must be dead.

    Where did you die?  No way of knowing.

    For many years, I often have a dream.  Dreaming about its appearance, dreaming that it is still staring at me with its black eyes.  So poor, lonely.

    Mom brought back a black and white dog from someone else's house.  There is a bell around the neck.  Jingle bells ring when walking.  It's cute and always so small.  I named it "Little Flower".

    But it has become my nightmare.

    I remember that summer night.

    Playing on the roof with a few children.  Xiaohua yelled at us from below.  Probably want to play with us too.  So, I carried it to the roof.

    We lay on the roof together, using our arms as pillows, watching the distant starry sky.  The wind blows in bursts, which is very cool.  By the time I got tired of playing, it was already midnight.  My partner and I are going to go off the roof.

    A person told me that it is too troublesome to carry a dog down, if it is disobedient and stretches its legs and barks you know the consequences, and it is dark and you can't see the road

    "Then what do you say?" I asked.

    "Throw it down."

    "Throw it down! Throw it down" I repeated over and over again.  unbelievable.  I tried to move forward and looked at the dark ground, swallowing involuntarily.

    "Don't worry. The dog's life is at stake."

    When I raised my hand, I threw the puppy in my arms.When it was on the ground, Zeng naively thought that as long as I throw it lightly, it will be fine, it will be fine.  We deceive ourselves all the time.

    With the crisp sound of the bell.  It was too late to hear the dog screaming in pain.

    It lay motionless on the ground.  very quiet.  I can't imagine what happened.  Its eyes are still open.

    "It doesn't matter, maybe I just fainted, and it will be fine after a while"

    A playmate next to me comforted me.

    I obviously felt my body trembling violently.  His voice was choked and he couldn't speak.  The moonlight casts my shadow.  fear, fear.

    That night, I woke up many times.  Every time I sneak out of the gate to see this puppy.

    It has always maintained this posture.

    Lying on the cold ground forever.  The eyes are not closed.  it died.  Even at dawn, I still can't accept this fact.

    Since then, my family has never had a dog again.

    I don't know why, but I have a fear of dogs.

    A creepy feeling.

    ?Because of guilt, because of hard work, because of loss I no longer have the courage to love the third dog

    Probably old.  It's getting nostalgic.

    All those who could not stand the beating of the years were thrown in the deepest part of the heart by memories.

    Occasionally, when editing the intertwined scenes in the heart, I can't help but feel a lot of emotion.

    I sat there rubbing every needle.  Like a valve that stings inside.  The good and the bad all spewed out.

    Because of loneliness.

    Because it is too idle.  Life seems to be filtered by gauze, leaving only blank space.

    Thanks to these two dog friends.

    Let me understand the preciousness of possession.  Heartbreaking when lost.  Every tear I shed is a rose of repentance.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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