Chapter 6

You can't see your truth. What you see is just your shadow.

-Tagore's Bird Collection

If people stop in a corner to look at the starry sky, the scenery of the starry sky will also change. Even if we stand in the original place, our eyes have not moved. Isn't it? As long as it exists, it will naturally choose to change.

My attitude towards Hu Qiuqian has always been confused. Children in our era like to live in an ambiguous atmosphere, and some perverts enjoy this ambiguity. Ambiguity, this word has been branded on us. There is no choice, even if it is not found, but this is our attached attribute.

I'm not sure how I feel about the swing, but I know that the night after I got home that day, I had a dream. And the girl in the dream is not a swing, but a prickly bird. It's the prickly bird that likes to look like an adult with his waist crossed.

Prickly bird, prickly bird...........

I want to graduate more and go to my sister and the school of the prickly bird as soon as possible.

So I read desperately, and I read all night. At that time, the school teacher thought that I suddenly repented. Our head teacher was a sloppy old man in his fifties, with the smell of cigarettes that made you cry at a meter. Once, the door below was not pulled during class, and we had a work meeting to discuss building a civilized society and how to be a civilized person. However, I have to say that he is a good teacher and is extremely responsible for me.

When the old man saw my repentance, he often said in front of other students, "Look at the summer tree. Under my education, I have become better. You should learn from him."

The old man used to call me into his office and do ideological work for me. Because I didn't do it, he had nothing to do with me. Finally, I always say, Xia Shu, I believe you will change it one day, and you will regret not studying hard today.

Well, you don't know, the saliva he spoke splashed on my face. The most annoying thing is that the saliva smells of smoke and splashes into the eyes, which is very uncomfortable. Therefore, I always wash my eyes after his long speech. After that, my classmates saw that my eyes were red and swollen and thought that I was miserable enough by the old man. This set up a dignified image for the old man in the class. I inadvertently made an image advertisement for the old man.

I'm afraid that 500 eyes are inextricably linked to him with acidic saliva. The middle school teacher said that acid is corrosive, and human saliva is acidic. Only I have a deep understanding of this sentence. Hey. Before I had time to take shelter measures, the lightning-like saliva always flew into my eyes and poisoned my light. If I were given three days of light, I didn't want to listen to him on the first day, and I didn't want to do it on the second day, let alone the third day.

In fact, on the one hand, I achieve my goal by reading, and on the other hand, I hope this can ease my longing for my sister and the prickly bird.

God knows how Hu Qiuqian feels about me. But after that day, she blushed when she saw me. At that innocent age, I was so stupid that I didn't know what to do.

On a scorching afternoon, the old man called me into the office again.

I stood opposite him. He sat in a chair and looked up at me. His index finger and middle finger pinched this inferior cigarette. He took a sip of cigarette and pretended to ask me gracefully. Do you know why I'm looking for you?

I've been staring at the ash box on his table. In fact, it can't be regarded as an ash box. It's just a gray tonic jar. Since the day I was pulled into the office by the old man, I've been wondering how the silt in the ash box forms the wonderful scene. The inner three layers and the outer three layers are surrounded, which are a little similar to the silk hole in Journey to the West, crisscrossed. This deeply reflects that our old man is a very old smoker, and it also proves that the old man is very inspired by artistic creation.

Not to mention this for the time being. The old man stared into my eyes. I looked down at the artwork on his desk and thought about where the old man's artistic inspiration came from such a boring question!

The old man squeezed out the smoke in his hand, stood up, patted me gently on the shoulder, and said meaningfully, Xia Shu, work hard. I have high hopes for you. For a moment, I was deeply moved.

In the college entrance examination, there is a big countdown written on the blackboard at the back of the classroom, followed by the monitor every day. I think anyone who belongs to the last summer of high school, every time I look back, there are waves of oppression, or I will lower my head and bury my head in a thick physical and chemical reference book.

It's just me. I'm thinking that time will pass quickly. Every time I look back, I'm snickering and snickering.

Sister, spiny bird, I will be together soon, waiting for me.

I want to put on black wings and fly in the boundless sky. The black wings stretched out, covering the blue sky under my black wings. Why are the black wings? It's strange. I think this may be a sign.

In the first three days of the college entrance examination, the school is closed. The blackboard in the classroom still says "3 days countdown to the college entrance examination", leaving an empty classroom waiting for the next batch of boys and girls in the summer. This kind of empty sense of time is a kind of fate.

One day before the holiday, Hu Qiuqian said to me, Xia Shu, let's take the exam for a school. She asked me in a begging voice, okay?

I said, I don't know. After saying that, I looked down at the long shadow on the ground. That's it. On my last day of high school, the last sentence was like this. Many years later, after thinking about this matter, my answer was: bullshit. This is a bullshit summer.

For this answer, in fact, I know, it's impossible. I only hope that there will be spiny birds, sisters and mothers in my world, and I don't want other people to appear. Yes. My world is so small that it can't accommodate too many people. I'm a selfish person, a selfish person.

Such a doomed sad summer is finally approaching. For most people, farewell is like the cold fog in winter, exhaled out and dissipated in an instant. There is no weight, no decadent and wet eyes, time is constantly breaking, and the color fades in the flow. Gathering and scattering becomes simple, and they are speechless. It seems that a patient who has been used to injection for a long time has no pain when he looks at the needle plunges into his body with a blank face. But for an emotional and lonely boy like me, saying goodbye is as painful and sad as a needle in my hand, and sometimes suffocating.

My college entrance examination went well. My grades can be entered into my sister's university. My sister and mother were surprised by my grades. The prickly bird didn't congratulate me, and the phone prickly bird was just happy with my efforts.

On the day when she knew her grades, my sister drank a lot, and her drunken sister told me that she had a boyfriend. Because my sister has been avoiding boys, there has been no pursuit of boys over the years. The mother has always been afraid that it will be difficult for her sister to marry a boy. In her sister's first year of college, she urged her sister to find a good man, and her mother cried with joy when she heard the news.

Because I had some time to think about the school I applied for after learning about my grades, I simply quietly fantasized about my college life with my sister. During this period, I kept calling the prickly bird, but there was always a long beep on the other side of the phone. I asked my sister, where is the spiny bird? My sister can always avoid me and avoid my questioning. I know what happened between my sister and the prickly bird.

Prickly bird, where are you?

The spiny bird came, two days before I filled out the application form.

The spiny bird finally came. The long-lost spiny bird, big eyes sank, and the thin face was even thinner.

The prickly bird stood in front of me like this. The sky, which had just started to rain, pulled a rainbow behind the prickly bird. The prickly bird smiled at me and said, "Hello, Xia Shu."

I said, hello, prickly bird.

The prickly bird was wearing a white dress and blowing ripples in the summer breeze.

The prickly bird asked me, is Xia Shu there?

I said, yes.

The prickly bird sighed faintly and let my body pass, and the air was suddenly filled with a faint fragrance of soap. The prickly bird walked into my sister's room.

That day, I heard my sister and the spiny bird quarrel for the first time. I didn't know the conversation between the spiny bird and my sister. But that day, the prickly bird slept separately from her sister for the first time. That day, I saw a lot of things flashed in the eyes of the spiny bird. In the eyes of the prickly bird looking at me, there was something more that scared me. Such a clear prickly bird, I saw a trace of haze in her eyes for the first time. There is only a moment of haze, and the next moment, the prickly bird is still the prickly bird I know.