The summer has not yet completely faded, wave after wave of heat wave eroded the whole small town, murmuring like chatter. The afterglow chased the gently swirling tulle curtains and traced the same path on the blindingly white wall, day after day, month after month, without getting tired.
"Miki, a letter for you." Dad stood in the doorway taking off his shoes while calling out to his daughter in the room. "Miki! Letter!" The volume was doubled, and a wave of late summer's pent-up heat and anxiety burst forth.
She finally opened the window, and the little bugs snapped into the swollen air, the oncoming waves of heat drowning out the peace of her mind. "Oh, here it comes."
The letter, plain as any she had ever received. The address on the letter was far from her, but extremely close to her heart. The distant hang-ups finally rested their feet and came to find her. Everything, at last, was waiting for her.
This season, there should be wildflowers everywhere, cattle and sheep roaming, blue sky and white clouds look it. Mu Mu smelled the letter paper, it is really a light fragrance, the fragrance seems to have overflowed the letter paper, flowed into her heart, moistened her eyes.
"Why are you crying?" Mom took the Kleenex and wiped her tears away, "Who sent this?"
"Feng." As soon as the words left her mouth, Miki cried even harder. How was she supposed to pour out her joy, sadness, and five years of long and short hang-ups to her mom. All the words were like the sheer patches of tears she had at the moment. Mom gently hugged her and hugged her wrinkled heart that had been waiting for her.
In the middle of the night, the stars were especially bright, and their bright eyes blinked again and again. The desk lamp elongated Mu Mu's thin body, the figure enlarged on the wall shivered and jerked from time to time, and the room mingled with the noise of the air conditioner exhaling and her wailing sobs. Photographs of various sizes occupied most of the desk, smiling and playing, quietly doing homework, standing under the elm tree in identical clothes and hugging, performing on Children's Day, sitting on the balcony and looking up to the future. ...... These memories of the past were like the raging rain in the middle of the summer, which moisturized her and suffocated her!
The first time I saw the movie was when I was a kid.
The story of Feng and Mu Mu is really like a fairy tale that goes back a long, long time.
Feng was Mu Mu's entire childhood, and almost all of her joys and sorrows were reflected in Feng's round, freckled face. They were born in the same courtyard, only Feng came to that harmonious courtyard four years before her. At first, Feng didn't like this crying, fussy, red-folded baby doll. Because, she has taken away the favor of the courtyard to Feng. However, who knew that a few years later she would become Feng's favorite person in this courtyard. In the days that followed, she still cried and fussed, but Feng would help her dry her tears and snot, and coaxed her to be happy.
In the summer of 2001, Mu Mu lost her beloved grandmother forever, and the pain that tore through her heart pulled her hard. Mom and Dad were too busy with all the funeral stuff to care about her and her heart, which broke at the first sign of pain. For the first time, Feng's image in her heart has been infinitely elevated, but also from that time Feng slowly began to occupy her life and life. On the days of the funeral, Feng stayed with her, even if she didn't say anything, it was a great comfort, and the pain she shared was not so heavy. On the day of her grandmother's burial, she stood in the rain and cried her heart out. After the rain was over, there was a silent silence. Feng took Mu Mu in her arms and said that she would love her as much as her grandmother did, and even more than her grandmother did, and she would always love her. Although the young promise was childish, it gave Mu Mu the hope and brightness of being put to death. She held Feng tightly, like a dying person holding the last straw to save his life.
Seven days later, the night, Feng's mother and her father had a fight at home and drank a drug to commit suicide, life on the way to the hospital stopped in the car of Mu Mu's father. Feng kneeled in front of her mother, her eyes rushed with silent tears, she grabbed her mother's cold hand with one hand, and the other grabbed Miki's hand. The tears dripped onto Mumu's little hands and soaked into Mumu's eyes and heart. After her mom was buried, she told Mumu that she would only have Mumu from now on. Before the words hit the ground, it was Feng's long-lasting bawling. Many years later, Mu Mu read the despair and dependence in the words of Feng.
All thought that the tragedy should end here, who had expected, a year has not come to Feng's father will leave her far away, no news. In addition to the several dilapidated houses in the courtyard, nothing is left for her. In her second year of junior high school, Feng moved from aunt to aunt to complete her secondary school education with great difficulty. The night she received her diploma, Feng returned to the courtyard with a few cans of beer, and she and Mu Mu sat on the riverbank on the west side of the town, blowing in the evening breeze. Ah Feng tore open the beer pull ring gulp, she told the days of the past few years of the fence, the four courtyard and mom miss, the pile of broken and shattered dreams ...... said to the end of the sound of rushing water and low crying. The stars are really bright in summer, and the tears, grievances and stubbornness on Feng's face are also reflected in a particularly blinding way. That night, Ah Feng and Mu Mu were lying on the cool chair, the moonlight gently soothing the two turbulent hearts. "Mu Mu, sooner or later I have to leave here. The person I can't let go of the most is you, but I can't take you with me, that would be too selfish. You're not like me, you have roots, I don't." After saying those words, Feng hugged Mumu even tighter. That night, Mu Mu thought a lot and a long time, her head was like a projector, showing the story of her and Feng from beginning to end, too clear a scene tormented her eyes misty.
Later, Feng worked as a narrator in a gallery. She doted on Mumu as always, always bringing her what she thought was best, and telling her about the strange stories she encountered out there. She said she fell in love with painting and would be a wandering female painter in the future.
The year Mu Mu got into high school, Feng really left the small town that she hated and loved, and she and her prince were going to live the life they wanted. At the airport, the only person who came to see them off was Miki. "Go and see my mom for me, and burn some paper money for me on New Year's holidays, I'm sorry for her and I'm sorry for you," Feng hugged Mumu with a snotty smile, "love yourself for me, don't shed tears so easily, and don't miss me." At the security check, Feng gave Mumu a map of China, with Qinghai circled in red. Looking at their increasingly blurred backs, Mu Mu still couldn't hold back her tears. The days are overlapping, deep and shallow, which can not be put down just to say put down.
The story goes here is only a blank sheet of paper. The distance and time between the two cities and the two people are hard and fast.
"What are you packing for? Where are you going?" Mom asked.
"Feng is waiting for me. She can't wait ......" After all these years Mu Mu is still so crybaby, "with terminal stomach cancer, she can't wait, and I'm afraid it's too late ......"
Mu Mu flew to Qinghai already at night, all the way to apprehension, anxiety, sadness, fear ...... are heavily whipped her, she also do not know how to face this sudden goodbye and farewell. If, she knew how much Feng missed her, how good it would be.
The people who came to pick up Mumu were Feng's prince and little prince, and on the way, except for a few pleasantries, everyone was tacitly silent.
Feng is lying in a room full of paintings, and has lost a lot of weight. Mu Mu lowered her head to her ear and called her softly and tenderly, just like every childish call once. She opened her eyelids wearily and tears gurgled down her cheeks from her y sunken eyes. She didn't say a word just looked at Miki and smiled through her tears, her hand clutching Miki as tightly as it had seven years ago. "I'm late, I'm sorry ......," Mumu continued to cry endlessly. Feng stretched her thin and bony hand to wipe the tears for Mu Mu, "You still love to cry," she looked at Mu Mu's eyes as warm as when she once said that she would love Mu Mu all the time, "crybaby, it's been a long time since I've heard you call me sister, call one."
Mu Mu's "Sister" she never had the chance to hear, Feng stayed in Qinghai forever, stayed in the land she longed for and in the heart of her beloved people.
I have traveled to many places, seen many beautiful scenery, recognized the shape of *** people. Many years later, I will forget some of the roads I have traveled, seen the beauty, recognize the people, but there are always some heavy road, the beauty and people are tattooed in the heart. Your face, voice, back and even the arc of your smile and the temperature of your hand, I still remember.
Sister, thank you for loving me for so many years.
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Senior:Ma Jun