II - Fan Jie
autumnFAN Xiao Jie to when I was eating.
Fish
into the bucket and said, mom, my dad today to catch big fish, called to take a
few to you.Really
good, my mother bent down to look at that tomorrow I give Star pickled fish you
eat.Fan Jie said I do
not come home to eat fish.And
Van small Jie born the same day, accurate to say I am older than her hour 26
minutes. The
parents met in the ward, talk to know the two are only separated by a few alley,
and have the surname Fan. So
think very nice ring, after they have been exchanges, and better than relatives.
Fan
small Jie and I called my parents followed by the other party. Big people say this
intimacy, children with.FAN
Xiao Jie to me very happy because she will help me wash the dishes. In
order to remind her, I said small Jie Wait a minute, I wash the bowl and left.
She really said that, I wash
it, you clumsy. My
mom to see through the trick, the point of his finger in my head said, you only
lazy, opportunistic.Pack up finished genius just dusk.
Only
one street light bright alley, many small flies around in the dim light around
the circle. Floated
not far from the brewing factory sour taste, not unpleasant, not good
news.I say go, watching
movies?My
dad is exemplary Street cinema projectionist, a movie is not the money.
I often go to the movies with
students. A girl can be counted as my
girlfriend. However,
when high school is actually very simple addition to sending postcards to hold
my hand silly fart did not know. Our school is
a vocational high school, this control is lax. Parents does not seem
concerned about this matter. Sometimes
my dad will be from the screening room, we bought popsicles or peanut
seeds.Fan
Jie shook his head and said to the five-star garden around it.About half an hour
later we went to the city center. Twenty
years ago, this place is not bustling, even showing a bit deserted at night.
And
small Fan Jie sat on the stone steps outside the People's Bank, after cars and
pedestrians looked sparse.FAN
Xiao Jie is not very lively tonight, like anything on her mind, long time no
speak.I took out
the one stolen from his father that the smoke point. FAN
Xiao Jie said do not smoke, you are less than 18 years of age. I
said you can do when traitor to report my mother, I just smoked a
play.After
a while, Fan Jie suddenly asked, Do you know the arts and crafts classes poetry
ink?Of
course I know the Fan Poetry ink, he is in fact one student, to test the Academy
of Fine Arts, it is sometimes to our school to professional courses.
He
was dressed in sportswear, riding a mountain bike, wearing a Walkman, chewing
gum, one came to our school has become the eye-catching figure. That guy was cool, and
painting to paint it. Anyway, it should be
an idiom: to stand out.I
put the cigarette bomb to across the street, you ask him to do, he was
interested in?Fan
Jie said, a lot of girls in our school to write to him, he is no one to
ignore.I
said, Is there anything strange people are the focus of high school, and we
disdain company.Fan
Jie no longer speak, staring at the night sky around the fingers to
play.I feel like I somewhat
understand her mind. I said, you not like
him?Fan
Jie out of the way my eyes, just, just want to know him.I found Fan Jie face
red panic shy Mo Yang is cute. I could not
help but laugh, deliberately laugh meaningful. FAN Xiao Jie
hand to twist my arm.I jumped down from the
stone stairs to escape. I
said Jie, brother to help you, but you have to ask me to play the
game.I
said the game is washed off the early years of the kind of play on a TV
game.FAN Xiao Jie
said, I invite you to play one day.,
Find a range of poetry Mexican bike conspicuous mountain bike the next day to
school, I fled to the classroom building, looking at no one, severely kick up.
Then
I went to the arts and crafts classes, went to the seat next to the Fan Poetry
ink, he was sitting there reading, such as the place unhindered.I said to the
students, you are not black mountain bike. He nodded. I was
prostrate, and you go and see.Car not a big
problem, but still need repair.I
said that I know of a garage, away from the school to close, and cheap.
Fan Poetry ink to
say thank you, you are what classes. I
said, My name is Star Fan, electrical and mechanical maintenance classes.
He
said surnamed Fan, called the range of poetry Mexican, I was in one of the
students, sometimes in the fine arts here.Quickly
the Fan poem ink and I became friends. On
weekends, we went to the Jialing River side stroll, or go to the movies roller
blading. Exchanges,
I found that Fan Poetry ink is not an unattainable jerk. Later, I took
FAN Xiao Jie. FAN
Xiao Jie out of each are packed very clean, but she never go against the range
of poetry ink, either Aye me, or else fall behind us.There
are times I want to tell the mind of the range of poetry Mexican Fan Jie.
But
Fan Jie firmly to agree, she said you have to dare we cut off the relationship,
I do not recognize your brother. I
finally hold back, I want to just naturally also not a bad idea.The
end of the semester fast, Fan Jie made a surprising decision, she wanted to
transfer to go read the S & P high.The
parents were extremely surprised, and said to read, good to turn what school.
Fan Jie said
that I would like the university entrance exam. The
big people are more surprised, in fact, they never expect to much and FAN Xiao
Jie, can be safely even mediocre on the line. Skills,
vocational school after graduation to help themselves is also good. Perhaps
they were also mortal sake of their children is not high. FAN
Xiao Jie's idea is not realistic, one such transfer is too difficult, and
second, homework can not keep up.Fan
Jie has been bent, she said she went to one in high school and start from
scratch.I
was the only clear small Fan Jie transfer must be in order to Fan Poetry ink.
I
am very puzzled, and quietly said to her, why should you go to one, now is not
the same and range of poetry ink contacts it.Fan Jie seriously staring at me,
then it? I
graduated only when a weaver, Fan Poetry ink to go to college, I will move
farther and farther.That
was the first time in my life think that girl or a woman's mind is really
meticulous and careful, elusive. FAN
Xiao Jie stressed that, brother, if that, after him will forget me, I do not
deserve him.I
listened to feel really makes sense, of feeling short-sighted.Fan Jie to go after school one
reading. With
the capability of our parents was not accomplishing this major event, it is
simply impossible to accomplish the task. All
goes well, because the Fan Poetry ink father to help, he is the dean of the
School of Medicine of the City.I mention
small and Fan Jie fish to go home and thank him for. It is a
temperament refined middle-aged, amiable attitude. He said
young people should be ambitious, not to shrink from. He
smiled and said to me, of course, is not to say read vocational listen to ink
ink that Star can be someone else to fix things, you are all good. As
long as we study hard, life will become more fulfilling OK.Meet that left me with a
very deep impression. And
small Fan Jie liked poetry ink father, he is one and our parents are not the
same elders.A
later date is very plain, or common surface of the three
individuals.The
second year, and poetry ink into the third year, the Fan Jie Reading High
School.One
night, I was out to kick down the game home and saw FAN Xiao Jie in the
alleyways. I say all the
time, you do not go to study up.Fan
Jie said, brother, poetry the Mohist accident, jumped to his
mother.What? I opened
his mouth, do not believe this would happen.I
said you made a mistake, anybody actually?Fan
Jie said that our schools are spread, and poetry ink afternoon did not come to
class.I
casually scratched his head, and do not know how to deal with.Fan Jie said, we went to his
house to see it. I said, brisk walking.Along the way we think
of the mind did not speak. I was
panic, secretly looking forward to this is a rumor.Quarters
downstairs to the School of Medicine, and sure enough, in twos and threes
gathered there to talk the morning thing. And
FAN Xiao Jie listened for a while, probably clear what had
happened.The
Fan Poetry ink father and the School of Medicine, a girl had an affair.
Fan Poetry
Mexican mother knew, the two had a big fight. Such
as the the Fan Poetry ink father go to work, the mother of poetry ink jumped
from the fifth floor down, no rescue came.Fan
Poetry ink mother, we have seen last year in her home when she was very warm,
cut fruit and FAN Xiao Jie. As a
beautiful and gentle aunt, how will suddenly died.I
looked up and looked at the poem the Mohist the windows, no light. Stood for a moment.
I pulled Lafan Jie, said
go.I
do not know how Anwei Fan Jie small, in fact, I can not tell the discomfort and
confusion.The last time
the three of us met in the two weeks after. Fan
Poetry ink came to me first, and then we go get a range of small
Jie.No one said
where to go, came to the side of Jialing River. Is
already late autumn, the wind and some cold. We sit down in
the hard, cold stone, felt very hot chill. Surrounded
by hazy mist, several mass of light do not know the other side or in the river.
I
think everything seemed to have floating in the thick darkness.Sound of silence, only the river
flow. I took out the
cigarette, and handed the poem ink a. Cigarette
lighter, I felt his hands were slightly shaking. Kindle the fire of
the moment, I saw a FAN Xiao Jie. She
looked at a distance, Wind River grappling and her long black
hair.Cigarette smoked.Fan
Poetry ink, next month I want to transfer back to Hangzhou home.Hangzhou, I
know this place, another city in another province. Remote
and beautiful, I've seen in books and magazines.May not to
bid you farewell, but I will give you later write. Fan
Poetry ink voices are hoarse, and you are my best friend, my brother and
sister.I think the nose an acid, cry. I
desperately holding a sharp stone in the darkness to resist the sad
pain.Fan
Poetry ink handed me a key home star, mountain biking on your doorstep, leave
for a memorial.Bike mountain bike, Fan
Poetry ink and I met. I took the keys, all he
hears is silence.Fan
Poetry ink come up with a bag on the FAN Xiao Jie said, small Jie, which is my
favorite player, as well as Zheng Zhihua and Alan Tam tape.FAN
Xiao Jie said I do not want you to write to us on the line.Fan
Poetry ink bag on the side of the small Jie, a long time before said, I
will.However,
the range of poetry did not give me a letter and Van Jie, has not been.
I do not blame
him. I believe he has his reasons. Very
few and small Fan Jie and then talk about him, even if no intention to lift the
Fan Jie will immediately change the subject.After graduating
from high school into a repair shop. In
the second year, FAN Xiao Jie was admitted to a university, a university in
Hangzhou.Few
years later, the old town we live in the demolition of two separated too far,
the Chinese New Year Festival to meet once.FAN Xiao Jie in the field.
Got married, I took a long
train to attend. Her
husband, I know little about, I just feel like the adult version of the poem
ink, tall and handsome.Fan Poetry ink mountain
bike as early as no trace. FAN Xiao Jie
Walkman are still alive I do not know.Who
I had best friends, who at the age of seventeen experienced a parting Junior Fan
Poetry ink, my dear brothers, you also getting on?
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