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Chapter Thirteen Let it be (2)

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    Roger looked at me, waited for my eyes to return, and caught up with him. He raised his head and stood up.

    I took Beichuan's hand and followed closely.

    When we reached the subway gate, Bei Chuan and I squatted down and got in front of him like a cat.

    We transfer to Line 4 before going to the park, exit the station at Wanshengwei, board Xiaoguwei Island, and a university town like an ideal new world appears in front of us.

    Whenever I see all kinds of beautiful things, I am always very excited and feel lost.

    Roger didn't understand why I was like this, and walked away alone with his things on his back.  I was silent and walked on the wide road, while Beichuan sat down on a clean stone by the side of the road.  Roger took a weary slump, his low-rise jeans nearly falling off his ass.

    His back quickly disappeared into those beautiful houses.

    I walked along the road for a long time, and found that it actually went around the island. I returned to the original place, and Beichuan was still sitting on the stone. He was always so quiet, which worried me.

    It was already dusk, and I looked at the small woods and the lake in the middle of the woods. All the trees were newly planted, and none of them had grown into big trees. The lake was green and very attractive.  If it had been earlier, I would have jumped into that water.

    I want to find a place with dense trees and dry grass where we can sleep for one night.

    Soon, Roger came to us on a bicycle and called from afar: "Indian!"

    He saw me standing stupidly in the middle of the road, and said, "Fortunately, it's a holiday and there is no car, otherwise, you!"

    Roger drove us down the road.

    I said loudly: "Do you have a car?"

    "Of course! A second-hand car is still your own!"

    We laughed out loud.  The second-hand bicycle rattled, as if it was about to fall apart, and soon arrived at his dormitory.  That was totally different than I imagined.  The mosquito net on the bed was drooping, the small tables were piled with books, and there were brand-name basketball shoes here and there on the floor.

    "Shall we stay at your place tonight?"

    "I suddenly feel that I can't ignore you."

    I was very moved, pretending to be disapproving and asking: "Why?"

    "Who hasn't run away from home when he was a child. More importantly, Beichuan."

    "oh."

    "Listen, I have an idea: hold a concert for Beichuan!"

    Bei Chuan turned his head quickly and looked at Roger.

    "The idea came out of nowhere."

    His computer was always on, and the qq little penguin in the lower right corner of the monitor kept jumping.  As soon as he heard the QQ voice, he immediately sat in front of the computer and started typing.

    He turned around and told me that he was going to call on the Internet those who had attended the Wenchuan Earthquake Anniversary Festival to hold a concert together for Beichuan.

    He asked me: "How is it?"

    I said, this is a great idea!  He asked Beichuan again, but Beichuan didn't answer, just fiddled with an mp3 he just found.  Bei Chuan plugged the earphones into his ear holes, and his wooden expression immediately changed due to the intense and cheerful music.

    "Brother Beichuan is already in Guangzhou, looking for him."

    "did you mean?"

    "I mean, what he needs most is to find his brother Han Jiangchuan."

    When I said this, I suddenly felt that in my bones, it seemed that I didn't want Beichuan to be found by his brother.  I want to be with him all the time.

    This is a bad idea.

    "Oh." Roger rolled his eyes.  I believe he has a new idea.  He rolled the t-shirt on his face and smelled it, took it off and threw it on the chair, and put on a clean one, then wet his hair in the bathroom, combed it back, and tied it into a small brush.  In this way, instead of the brooding, half-asleep Roger in the subway, a clean, handsome face appeared in the pale blue air.

    I praised him: "Handsome!"

    He tilted his head to us triumphantly: "Let's go!"

    We were carried by Roger on a bicycle, with the evening wind blowing on our faces.  I squinted my eyes, feeling very comfortable.  In the quiet twilight, the sound of the bicycle was particularly crisp, which made my heart beat endlessly.  We rushed towards Cheung Chau Island in the twilight.

    After a small half-circle on the road around the island, we arrived at a small restaurant on the left.  Just sat down, the waitress brought tea.  Beichuan doesn't drink, and neither do I.

    "You don't drink tea?"

    I said: "No."

    "If you don't know it, you have to learn!"

    He said, and took outIt came in¡ªit was definitely a cat's hand, with four identical fingers, the thumb was set back a lot, and further down, where the wrist joint should be, there was another small nail.  Each nail is a small hook, very sharp when exposed.  The palm is a pink fleshy ball, clean and perfect, as if he is a cat, a kitten born only two or three months old.  I quickly grabbed his hand, the fluffy, warm little hand retracted its paws thoughtfully when it was handed over to me.

    He gave me some more time and let me continue to have another dream.

    He is both generous and stingy.

    However, generally speaking, he treats us better than adults.

    Many times in the past, while thinking about things, I counted according to the rhythm of time. At other times, I wasted a lot of time in bouts of daze.  Who told me that I was still a child?

    The greatest benefit of time is that it allows you to forget those feelings of darkness, fear and weakness.

    That night will still be repeated in dreams. The night of fleeing desperately was ambiguous and terrifying. At first, the whole Fengzhen was shrouded in a kind of gray-brown twilight. Later, I saw blood, dark, like earthworms.  Crawling while freezing On that day, I had been restless since the second class in the afternoon, but there was no sign of such a thing before it happened.

    Time, let the fear weaken little by little, and forget it occasionally.

    I listened to my heartbeat in the rhythm of clicking, listening to the growth and lengthening of bones¡ªit¡¯s better to feel it than to hear it¡ªin the half asleep and half awake, my knees were itchy, and I couldn¡¯t help but jerk  Kicking the legs, the blood in the body immediately sang happily, that is the power of life itself, and life is always proud.  In the shower, the singing still lingers on the skin.  I found that my legs and hands are thinner and longer than before.  I lost weight but grew taller.

    If I could neither hear the sound of time, nor feel the rhythm of the sound, could not see it, and walked past it second by second, like a cat, taking light but firm steps I would somehow feel  Panic.

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