nonsense short

Remember a small town.

Remember a few people...

There is an intersection to the east of the town. It is red, unpaved and does not lead to anywhere. It is just a cross-shaped. The southeast and northwest have been blocked by some buildings. I remember that it led to four directions many years ago, but what about now?

The intersection is full of weeds, green and yellow, but the dead part occupies most of the eyeball. When the wind blows, the dead grass is all over the sky.

"What are you doing alive? It's better to be shoveled." Someone said to himself in the empty grass, with half-closed eyes and messy hair. He blinked and looked at the sky with a little disdain on his face.

His name is Yang Zijing, maybe the last visitor at the crossroads, maybe...

Yang Zijing seemed to be tired of standing. She slowly squatted down and gently scratched the fine sand in the weeds. It was a little prickly, but he liked it.

He is waiting for someone, a person who wants to wait.

The sun shines dazzlingly, the clouds float leisurely, and the intersection is very silent.

"Maybe it won't come." Yang Zijing looked into the distance with indifference.

"There are nine suns hanging in the high sky, but I think of a girl..." A man passed by in the distance, with his hands in his trouser pockets. He hummed a small song, with a pair of short eyebrows and a Korean head.

He noticed Yang Zijing squatting on the ground and glanced at him curiously. There seemed to be nothing to see, and continued to hum a little song and walk far away.

"Fool."

When the man heard this, he frowned, stood behind Yang Zijing and asked sideways, "Who are you talking about?"

Yang Zijing looked up at him and lowered her head to ignore him.

"Ah!" The man squatted down angrily and said, "I said, didn't you hear me talking to you?"

"I heard." Yang Zijing answered casually and gently dialed the ground with her right hand.

The man looked at the ground and scolded with a smile, "Fool." Stand up straight, put your hands in your trouser pockets, and walk far away. After a few steps, he seemed to remember something, turned his head, put a few smiles on his face, walked back to Yang Zijing's side, sat on the ground, and casually picked up a hay in his mouth.

He looked carefully for a while and asked, "What's your name?"

"Yang Zijing." Yang Zijing answered, glanced at the left, and was still empty.

"Is it so interesting to catch ants?" The man chewed the hay in his mouth and asked casually.

Yang Zijing didn't make a sound.

"Are you waiting for someone?" The man continued to ask.

Yang Zijing still didn't make a sound.

Instead of feeling bored, the man smiled thicker. He spit out the hay in his mouth, lay on the ground, and squinted at the sky.

Floating clouds are ethereal and transform into various styles from time to time.

"boring!" The man scolded and looked at the yellow dead grass around him.

"It's very interesting." Yang Zijing fiddled with a pile of small sand on the ground, which was surrounded by a high wall with a dark yellow ant in the wall.

"You must be waiting for someone." The man repeated what he had said before.

"No." Yang Zijing answered

"I must be waiting." The man continued to ask.

"I said no, no, no!" Yang Zijing was a little angry and stood up straight, and the small sand on the ground was ruined.

"Give me a reason first." The man looked at the angry Yang Zijing with great interest, and his eyes seemed to be very interested in the things in front of him.

"Why!" Yang Zijing was a little angry and turned to look into the distance, blank.

"Why..." The man repeated his words and slowly closed his eyes. It took a long time to open and say, "I remember there is a tree."

"Where?" Yang Zijing asked.

"Forget." The man said lightly and closed his eyes.

"Why did you forget?"

"Because I don't want to remember." The man opened one eye and looked at Yang Zijing: "Do you know?"

Yang Zijing shook her head and looked into the distance, with a little anxious waiting in her eyes.

"Don't wait. It should come early. If you shouldn't come, it won't come." The man persuaded.

Yang Zijing gradually lowered her head and whispered, "It's agreed, it's always agreed."

The man laughed and said, "What's the use of saying that? Many things will change, fool."

"You!" Yang Zijing was very angry with the stranger in front of him. He had never been so angry, but he could no longer shout a word in his choked voice.

Maybe what he said is right, Yang Zijing knows that maybe he is really right.

He looked up at the sky, moving in pieces under his feet, one circle, two circles, three circles, four circles...

The sunlight was a little dazzling, and the clouds in the distance hid a little far away. He fainted, circle by circle, with black and red in his eyes, and many stars flashing.

Yang Zijing fell to the ground.

Men are silent...

Time is flowing moment by moment.

"I remember." Yang Zijing said and suddenly stood up and walked towards the distance. There was a dilapidated fence, and the white paint mottled and mottled were faintly visible.

"It used to be so tall." Yang Zijing compared with her hands and looked very tall.

"I still remember what he said to me." Yang Zijing continued to talk alone...

The man looked half-open and expressionless. A thick cloud floated from the sky, covering the sun. The light was dark, and the man left.

The intersection is quiet.

"Why don't you come?" Yang Zijing couldn't help looking at the distance again, and the man's back loomed.

"Where's the tree!" He sighed and quietly looked inside the fence. It was empty and a few weeds grew a little weak. What about me?" His eyes were a little confused. He took a few steps back and sat down on the grass on one side.

"Maybe not at all!"

"Maybe!" He closed his eyes, and the flashing clouds slowly closed in his eyes.

......

"Young man, what are you doing here? It's getting dark."

"I don't know." Yang Zijing opened her eyes and saw an old man in Zhongshan suit in front of her.

"Let's go! It will be pushed here tomorrow. The old man bowed, turned around slowly, looked at the surrounding scenery, and his face was full of regret: "I will never see you again, I will never see you..."

"Where am I going?" Yang Zijing stood up straight and looked around stiffly.

"Go home!" The old man sighed, looked at the sunset in the sky, and walked towards the distance.

"There are so many things that I can forget." The old man's voice echoed in the sunset.

Yang Zijing took a long look at the east and said, "Go home!" Go home..."

The sun went down, it was dark, the crossroad was empty, and the ants were hurriedly crawling on the mound. No one knew...