Left Ear (26)
Left ear (26)
I didn't say what I wanted. But he said, "Ba la, you've come just in time, I'm going to take you to the hospital. Your mom is waiting for you to have surgery."
I turned around and ran.
Several people came together to chase me. They easily caught up with me, held me down, ignoring my screams, and forcibly stuffed me into the off-road vehicle. I was squeezed into the back seat, with two men on either side of me, staring at me intently. Soon, my brother-in-law also got in the car, driving it himself. He lectured me in a serious tone while driving: "Good times don't last forever, what's the point of struggling? Follow your mother and start anew in a different environment. All that love stuff is nonsense, you'll forget about it in no time."
"I want to get off, stop the car," I said.
"When you arrive at the hospital, they will let you down," he said.
"I'm telling you again, I want to get off, stop the car!"
He slowly and calmly replied: "I'll say it again, when we arrive at the hospital, I will naturally let you get off!"
The snow got heavier and the road ahead was completely invisible, the off-road vehicle seemed to be shuttling through an adventurous jungle. I observed my location and said to the small boy on my left, "Come here, I have something to tell you." He came over obediently, and I decisively opened my mouth and bit his ear heavily. He covered his ear and screamed miserably, then I jumped over his body, opened the car door, and jumped out.
To be exact, I rolled off the car. I fell onto the snowy ground, snowflakes splashing everywhere, blurring my vision. I wanted to get up, but I didn't have time, a three-wheeled farm vehicle came rumbling from behind, it didn't see me and lightly pressed over my body, everything went completely black in front of me. Strangely, I didn't feel any pain.
My brother's car stopped not far in front of me, and I saw them running towards me together. On the snowy ground, a red flower bloomed, that flower was so beautiful, I tried to smile, like Zhang Yang scolding me with a smile, but I couldn't do it. Because, I had completely lost consciousness.
It seems that I saw my own soul flying out of my body, she flew over the narrow highway, the wide square, with strong longing and absolute purpose, rushing towards the sky, searching for someone room by room. The person she wanted to find was not Zhang Yang, nor Xu Yi, nor Jiang Jiao, but a girl named Xiao Er Duo, who had been wanting to be a good girl since birth. She loudly admitted in front of everyone that she was her good friend, and owed her a thank you, this thank you, must be said.
Must be said.
Certainly.
My dear little ear, can you hear me?
Zhang Yang
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Jiang Jiao's eighteenth birthday, we sang in a KTV.
A summer blown by the wind.
A dimly lit, cramped little room, beer bottles scattered all over the place, lined up on long tables. The smell of cigarettes makes you want to cough and fall asleep. My wife, Jiang Jiao, is singing with other guys, to be honest, her singing skills are not bad, with her eyes closed while singing, she looks a bit like the actress who played Shangguan in "Meteor Garden".
I inexplicably felt tired of this soft and sentimental song, I suddenly remembered a girl standing on the narrow wooden stage in the bar singing, her empty and meaningless voice, her eyes that seemed to be independent of the world. This sudden thought made me restless. So I got up and walked out.
The scorching sun at the end of August was burning the earth, and the high-altitude sun kept spitting out crimson breath. The whole world became a stuffy circle, I hailed a taxi, jumped in, and said to him: "Go to Nanshan."
The air conditioner in the taxi made me feel a bit more comfortable. The driver was watching me through the rearview mirror. A person wearing casual shorts and a T-shirt on a hot summer afternoon going to Nanshan, either has a problem or is crazy.
The car had been driving for five minutes when my phone rang. As expected, it was Jiang classmate. On the other end of the line, he was panting and shouting: "You dead cockroach, where did you go?"
Cockroach is a term of endearment that Jiang classmate has for me, I don't quite remember the origin, probably because people say I'm one of the "four pests". Forgive me, my memory hasn't been great lately, but I do recall that to show resistance, I once gave her a nickname called "fly", but she didn't agree with it. Under her tearful attack, I changed it to "dumpling", which she happily accepted and said: "Dumplings are something with connotation".
She has always had this talent for talking to herself with great relish, and from this point of view, I have no choice but to admire her.
"Come on, why aren't you talking? Where are you?" She started getting impatient. Jump to! ~!
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