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Chapter 2 I Come From Wind Town (1)

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    The sound of the train clanging clanging seems to be able to cover up everything.

    For example, I am now hiding myself in this voice.

    I crouched in a corner of the carriage, hugging my head tightly.

    Clank, clang, bang, resisting those things that tried to blow me away like a gust of wind in fits and starts¡ª¡ªnervousness, fear, and other things that I couldn't explain at the moment.

    For a long time, all the people in the carriage seemed to be numb, or in other words, they were all hypnotized by the bang bang bang sound, and fell asleep with their necks straight

    In fact, they all have their eyes open, but they just don't speak, as if they have lost some kind of consciousness, they don't move, their eyes are fixed, thinking about things, or not thinking, just like me.

    I, Zhou Xin, am a child who is new to everything and likes to look at the scenery on the side of the street and from high places.

    When I am concentrating or in a daze, my head will be slightly tilted to one side, and my eyes will focus to the front left Everyone knows that my eyesight is not very good, and you probably know what it is.

    A child in our class who lived with his grandmother when he was two years old had a fever when he was a child. He was given injections by a country doctor for two days. As a result, he lost his hearing, and it was only when his working parents came back that he found out.

    It is not surprising that people like us who grow up on their own and are called left-behind children have a little bit of this or that.

    I am nearsighted and amblyopic.  This makes the things I see different from others, such as colors, shapes, expressions, etc., etc.

    The things in the world, when they appear in your eyes, faithfully and carefully maintain their original appearance.  However, when you see everything clearly, you lose sight of the light on them.

    I see it, everything has light, it wraps this thing, changes its shape, brings me a different feeling, even makes me think about it, and makes me feel fond and nostalgic.

    I like how they have been altered.

    Sometimes, I am an accomplice: I say change, and it changes. There is no need to wait, there is no process, the speed of change, and what it will look like depends on it and my telepathy.  With this induction, it can respond to all kinds of calls, and it is what I want it to be.

    This is so fascinating: things in the world can be regardless of truth and illusion, you can imagine as much as you like, and you can be what you love!  That is your own world, a world you can imagine as you like!

    For example, on the way to school in the morning, you can use your eyes to do magic tricks - blink your eyelids, and red balloons fly in the sky, oh!  In another blink, a string of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple bubbles passed again, floating over your head

    Looking down, the water droplets on the grass flashed several golden lights, some short and some long, the more dazzling the flashes, the faster they disappeared.  Cao Cao said, for example, the dew in the morning is it, it is a diamond for a moment.

    These are the magic of the morning, and every child who goes to school facing the sun and dew will see it.

    There is also noon magic at noon-you always thought that the little Santa Claus on the street was giggling at himself.  When I got closer, I realized that it was actually an ice cream cone that was moved around by the traffic police.

    However, don't be disappointed, you still have a lot of beautiful enjoyment: for example, the branches of the cherry tree are blurred, as if the cherry blossoms are blooming, and the light green flowers are full of branches

    The magic of the night is everywhere, too.

    Once, it was very late, and I was still wandering on the street.  Looking at the street lights at night, it is a big golden ball with lightsabers flashing.

    It was autumn and it was already very cold.  I walked from the street to the end of the street and back again.  Not long after, the sky began to drizzle, a bit like snow.

    I raised my head and shouted into the black sky: "Snow, let it fall! Let it fall more, and cover me!" In the blink of an eye, the street lights in the distance changed again, like huge fireworks.

    I stood on the dark street, blinking, and every time I blinked, I saw that the movement and shape of the lightsaber in those fireworks were different

    In this way, as soon as you open your eyes, even for just a second, you can reshape the appearance and image of the world in the change of light, like a spinning kaleidoscope.

    The world is a kaleidoscope, what a joy!  You blink your eyes, look, lookyou relish, enjoy it, never get enough.

    Of course, there are times when you are fooled.  For example, when walking at night, I always step into the puddle, making the trouser legs wet and dirty, icy and uncomfortable.

    Moreover, such a mistake will be repeated if you are not careful¡ª¡ªbsp; The endless whirring sound of the car engine makes people drowsy.

    Several times, I almost fell asleep.

    Another truck climbed up panting, and pulled a load of pigs, all of which were white and big. They were of foreign breeds at a glance. I quickly covered my nose, because foreign animals must stink!

    The mountains in the sky, one after another, stand shoulder to shoulder, like the third day of the third month of the lunar calendar, and the ethnic minority compatriots dance Guozhuang hand in hand.  They are connected one by one, forming a huge plateau basin, which protects the county seat.

    They are the edge of the world, the farthest the children of Windtown can see.  The woods on the top of the mountain are like old man winter wearing a hat.

    The color of the mountain changes many times during the day, dawn, noon, afternoon and evening, and night.  As the sun changes, so do they.

    In the morning, the air is very clean, the mountains are very close, and the ravines on the mountains can be seen clearly.

    At noon, when the sun was at its top, they were pushed away, and the smoke was thick and indistinct.

    In the evening, when the sun was setting, the west slopes were beautifully colored, and covered in the most gorgeous blanket¡ªyou've never really seen one, a big rose-red blanket!

    The blanket took away all the light of the day and gently opened the prelude to the night.

    (Xi Li's other works: "The Pain of Ruins" http://www.17k.com/book/56782.html;

    "Twelve Heavens" http://www.17k.com/book/56783.html;

    "Cat" http://www.17k.com/book/58588.html ) (remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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