Chapter 4

I think of many other eras floating in the stream of life, love and death, and the forgottenness of these times, and I feel the freedom to leave the world.

-Tagore's Bird Collection

Yes, that heating summer has incredible magic in my life. In the hot summer sun, the fish in the roasted water rolled their eyes a little. Yes. This story takes place here. Memories have to be written down in words, not because they will be forgotten, but difficult to forget. Just like those underworld bosses, the bleaching in old age still can't clean the blood stains of their hands. And what I'm thinking about is not formatting it, but if I can, I hope it's a one-click restore.

The connection of this story is so long that I have to tell it selectively. My family is a small family. My parents are divorced. I have a sister who is four years older than me. The family is a small family. My parents are divorced. I have a sister who is four years older than me. My sister and I were brought up by my hard-working mother. My mother is the kind of person who has never done anything wrong in her life. The only thing wrong is to marry my father. My mother said that she did not regret giving birth to me and my sister. When Dad left us, I was only four years old and my sister was six years old. From then on, Dad has evaporated like the world.

I have no influence on my father.

It seems that he has never been in my and my sister's life. My sister and I are just children without a father. We survive under the love of our mother and live strong like cockroaches.

My sister is really good to me and often behaves like a big child in front of me. Maybe my father's departure hurt my sister the most. I often think that maybe my sister doesn't get enough love to take good care of me.

After all, my sister already had some memories at that time, and my child hid in the corner and secretly sucked his fingers.

When I was in kindergarten, my sister and I were one grade apart. My sister and I have always had a playmate, and we have always been friends in the future.

Her name is very interesting, just like the same dreamy and beautiful. Her name is the Thorn Bird.

The name of a bird, a very beautiful name (borrow the name of the thorn bird.)

Here, the interpretation I expressed is shaped with the soul, which combines the most real and primitive opening wedge.

The afternoon wind suppressed the silence on the campus, and the fine dust flew in the scorching sunshine.

In the time of primary school.

I took my sister's hand and went to school together. After school, I hid behind my sister. Whenever a tall person walks by me, I stagger my head behind my sister, with two tender hands tightly clasped together...

I'm the first age than my sister, and my grade is one level later than my sister's. I will squat quietly in front of the school gate after school and wait for my sister to take me home.

There are extremely hateful guys in any school.

"Hey." A senior boy patted me on the head with a dirty hand: "Look, he still has a runny nose..."

Laughter came from all sides. I know that these guys love themselves and are naughty guys in the school.

They began to tease me and kept patting me on the head. It really hurt. The most annoying thing is that a guy pulled my trousers and said, "Show me."

I stared at the bluestone avenue of the school with big eyes, hoping that my sister would appear and take me out of here. Several sparse figures walked on the bluestone road, but my sister's figure did not appear. I desperately want to cry. But I didn't.

I didn't cry. I know it's useless to cry. I just opened my eyes and looked at the road where my sister would appear.

They pulled my clothes and kept teasing me.

" Stop it."

The down-like accent slowly sounded, and a figure appeared under the dazzling eyes.

The prickly bird appeared like this.

The spiny bird slowly unfolds like a beautiful picture scroll. The spiny bird smiled at me quietly, and its smile jumped with golden light and fell on the long black hair of the spiny bird.

The dazzling light can penetrate into the eyes and fill the whole lonely and cold world.

The prickly bird stood in front of me, and those annoying guys walked away.

"Don't be afraid." The prickly bird wiped my nose with a tissue and asked me, "Who are you waiting for to pick you up?"

I shook my head.

My mother works outside to make a living and rarely picks me up. In the first grade of primary school, when I was just weaned from kindergarten, the parents' pick-up and drop-off was worth showing off to others.

Two small hands were held together, and my sister and I went home and came to school like this. Pulling my sister's hand with cocoon and blisters, I know that I'm holding my support, my only sister's hand.

"Hasn't anyone picked you up?" The prickly bird took my hand and asked me.

I shook my head.

The prickly bird took my hand, took my hand that my sister pulled home, and asked me with a smile, "Can my sister take you home?"

The prickly bird's hands are slender and smoother than their sister's. Soft as water, velvet gently rubbed my hands.

"Summer tree. What's wrong with you?" My sister appeared in time and asked me anxiously with an embarrassed face. Then she looked at the prickly bird vigilantly, and then rudely pulled away the prickly bird and took my hand and asked me, "Is she bullying you?"

I shook my head.

My sister said to the prickly bird with apologies.

"I'm sorry."

In this way, the spiny bird met in such a situation. My sister used this sentence "sorry" to make the first sentence of the spiny bird.

Prickly bird, yes. It's the name of a bird. Yes, thorny bird. The three of us have been together, from primary school to middle school to high school. When I was a child, I was bullied by children of the same age, and my sister always stood up for me with prickly birds. My sister told me that if she was not around, the prickly bird would help me. The prickly bird is always behind me, smiling and saying, "Xia Shu, whoever dares to bully you, the prickly bird sister will beat him up." She said that she pinched it tightly with her not big fist.

In elementary school, we played together. In order to meet my requirements, the spiny bird and my sister had to play such a game with me. I just selfishly want to feel the feeling of a complete home. I always play the role of a child, my sister plays the role of a father, and the spiny bird is the mother. In fact, at that time, I really wanted to play the role of Dad, and I fell in love with the prickly bird secretly.

Once, I played at home. I quietly replaced the juice I drank with the spiny bird, which is also an indirect kiss.

Soon after, my stomach hurts, and I don't know why. I asked the prickly bird, will the boy get pregnant? The prickly bird said with a mischievous smile, yes, and it's very painful and painful to have a baby.

I said, I'm not afraid.

For this reason, my 10-year-old body and 39-degree high fever fought for a day and a night, and I was sent to the emergency room by my mother at night. So far, my dream of having a baby for the spiny bird has been aborted here.

When we are together in spring, you will see three small children standing together. There is no corner on the clothes that is not stained by spring mud, but there is still a satisfied smile on the corners of their mouths.

In summer, there are always three small figures running on the street, but who will arrive at the betel nut shop first.

In autumn, we lay on the golden field, looking at the blue clouds in the sky, counting the clouds in the sky first.

In winter mornings, we always get up earlier than Uncle Wang, who sweeps. We go to my secret place and build a snowman version of Superman in red plastic bags.

At that time, we said together that we must be together in the future. The three of us will be together all our lives.

At that time, I naively thought that when I was old enough, I would marry a spiny bird, so that we could be together all the time.

When I was a child, my sister was like a height that I couldn't climb. When I was in elementary school, I was a captain, a high school student, and all the auras shrouded my sister's head. And my primary school is different from other children. I like to skip classes and don't like to talk. Almost every year, the head teacher's comments on my semester are: lonely, introverted and so on. In middle school, my exams are always a red light. Other children are positive in middle school, but I look very indifferent. At the beginning of the school, I also talked to my mother many times, but I still went my own way, neither resisting nor being active. He rolled his eyes and looked up at the white clouds in the sky.

And at this time, adults say the most "Look at your sister..."

Later, the school didn't talk to my mother. At least, I don't do anything very out of the ordinary bad behavior.

The spiny bird is just an ordinary student, and the study is just average. At that time, we will summarize three different student levels in the school. Up, down, down, there is a strict sealing level.

When I was in college, my sister and the prickly bird went to a famous university in H City. I feel like something is missing, yes, something is missing. I began to miss the time when my sister and the prickly bird were together. Thinking of a little resentment. Sad? It's a little boring, a little lonely and a little lonely.

Yes, we are going to be together. I miss the days when we were together. I want God to give me wings and fly to you.

I remember that there is an angel in the Bible with only seven wings, which symbolizes fate and pursues perfection all his life. Later, for this reason, he dared to fight against God. Maybe I can resist my fate like this angel.