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Remember to forget
The season when the sun is going to burn people, I spend the whole day wearing a wide black sweatshirt or an army-green sweatshirt, burying my head in the subway and walking through the subway. I work at the Rainbow Brothers hair salon two floors below ground, and in my spare time I like to hang out in the subway mall on the first floor.
There are three stores I frequent, one for movie posters, and I'm collecting a full set of Matrix posters. One is a clothing store called "The Camper," which sells khakis and sweatshirts that are comfortable to wear and look cool.
And then there's the Music Story store, which I love for having a dozen or so big headphones to try out in the entryway.
The owners of these stores are kind of lazy and they don't bother you. Don't look at me with my bright orange hair, but I'm actually a bit of a chicken, and I get uncomfortable just being stared at by a pair of eyes for a little while. I'm a bit of a rat in that respect.
But living a life where I don't have to leave the subway all day, I feel like I'm really slowly turning into a mole.
I'm kind of looking forward to the fairy tale life of Mr. Mole, with his two bedrooms, three bins of rice, and cigars in the warm living room in the winter. Wow, he's mostly a self-made bachelor.
Then one day, there was a thumb girl, a beautiful little girl, a poor little girl, and the bachelor's heart suddenly rippled ......
Under the clatter of the ceiling fan, I was eating with all my fingers. Mom prepared for me mung bean sprouts mixed with cold noodles and winter melon and tomato soup, refreshing and cool.
"Bebe is coming to see you." Mom burst out as she served me a second bowl of cold noodles.
I stopped chewing for a moment, two or three noodles covered in a thick layer of peanut sauce hanging from my lips.
"What's there to see in me, really!"
"Yo," Mom glanced at me, "weren't you guys so close when you were kids that you slept in the same bed?"
"Oh~," I practically groaned, putting down my chopsticks, not bothering to eat again.
That year Bebe was 3 years old, less than a meter, but with a net weight of over 20 kilograms.
I was six years old that year, taking a nap, when I was awakened by a strange sound, the kind of sound that, how do you say, oh, if a little mouse could smoke hookah, it would more than likely be that kind of sound.
I opened my eyes and saw Bebe's soundly sleeping fat face, one hand cupped around my right ear, snoring like a piglet. Meanwhile, a heavy little elephant leg rested unceremoniously on my stomach, preventing me from moving halfway.
I saw a room full of adults, my parents and her parents, all holding their breath and listening to the piggy's snoring with delight, as if it were the most beautiful music in the world.
My legs tingled, my ears itched, and I fought to sit up.
Four pairs of big hands came together to hold me down, "Please!" Bebe's mom begged me softly. "Be a good boy and bear with me." Mom turned up the fan to calm me down.
I had to lie on my back and not move.
Bebe hated being woken up, and when she was woken up, she screamed and cried and jumped, and the cycle went on and on.
Only when Bebe is asleep is there peace in the world.
Serious kidney disease, a large number of hormones, wrists and back of the hand pinholes tired, a small age, day by day fat, night and night insomnia, is also quite poor.
Somewhere in the middle of the day she was tired, somehow climbed into my bed, pinching my earlobes for a moment, the god of sleep quietly knocked her forehead, this sleep has never been sweet and quiet.
The adults found that my earlobes are actually the most effective sleeping pills for Bebe.
That agonizing summer, I became a prisoner of Bebe's sleep kidnapping. The mother of the Bebe free and open supply of ice cream, Coke, French fries, chilled watermelon ...... I ate hard until my stomach bulged out like a small tire, and I could effortlessly beckon to the portion of the small elephant legs. She purred at me, I purred even louder at her, and finally she lost the battle, spared my earlobes and turned her back to sleep.
The latter half of the summer, we napped back to back, and two of my moms quietly pushed their way in, looking on with tears in their eyes, "What a pair of little angels!"
A few years later, Bebe's kidney disease is cured, there is no reason to be in the same boat ***Ji, would have been at the awkward Bebe's parents chose to break up, Bebe moved to Xiamen with his mother's grandmother's house.
The two families have been friends for more than ten years, and they hugged and cried together.
The remaining two little fat face to face stood, I subconsciously touch the earlobe, Beibei "Teng" jumped over, dead pinch my earlobe, her sharp nails gouge me good pain, I do not think, heavy to her a foot, she squatted down in pain, wow, crying. The train was about to leave, "ah--" Bebe screamed like a siren and was dragged into the carriage by her mother.
"It's coming tomorrow, so go get Bebe!" Mom turned on the faucet to wash the dishes.
"Go get it!"
"I heard that she didn't do well in the college entrance exams, and she's been staying home all day, playing autism with her family, and her mom is worried sick!" My voice was blocked by the sound of rushing water, mom did not hear.
The phone rang, I picked it up, it was Bebe's mom.
"It's Kaji, isn't it? No, no need to call your mom, I need to talk to you."
"...... Let's talk across the board, go play, get some air, go anywhere. We circled N places on the map, she as if she did not see the same ...... Finally, finally spoke up, 'I want to go to Shanghai, to find Jiajie brother to play.'"
Besides the busy promise, bebe's mom aunt and uncle grandmother what else can they do.
"Xiuqin He, let her come out of the heart good, to us you can rest assured. This child, tossed you also bitter ah." Mom threw her hands dry and grabbed the phone from my hand in a hurry.
"Some children are born into trouble, if I don't worry about it, who else will worry about her?" Bebe's mom sobbed very loudly, and I could hear her clearly from the sidelines.
Well, as long as it makes the old moms happy, pick it up, I'll make her happy.
"Jiajie, then dye that yellow hair of yours back to its original color, and," my mom said as she pulled out a white t-shirt, jeans, and white running shoes, "change into those when the time comes."
"What for?" I was a little dumbfounded.
"Her mom and I have been telling Bebe that you're studying architecture at Tongji University ......"
"You don't know, you've always been Bebe's role model and motivation. Alas, if not for the last door she played poorly, we God knows we would have succeeded!"
Mom stammered.
I screamed angrily, "No way!"
Willing to be pressed by Bebe's little elephant legs until my stomach went numb, willing to be pinched by Bebe's earlobes until my neck ached, just not pretending to be a college student.
"Jiajie, please, just pretend this once, Bebe promised to go back and join the repeaters after seeing you."
"I've had enough, since childhood, you can not help it, always take me to do her to accompany the bondage ......"
The next day, I went out to work, buried his head there to put on his shoes, lifted his feet and left, did not say a word as usual. "Mom, I'm leaving!" "Rainbow Brothers" is true to its name, seven hair stylists head seven dazzling hair color, the eldest bright pink, two of my imported oranges like bright orange, three of the wheat like sub-golden, four of the peacock plume on the emerald green, five of the camouflage green cool can not be said, six of the blue wherever you go where the bright, the most miniature! The tiniest of us, Seven, wore a regal deep purple color. Every day when the store opens, we form a line, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple, bowing in unison, shouting "welcome", the effect is really popping eyeballs, the young customers MM no not happy screaming.
"You want to dye black hair?"
"Dye it or not?!" I yelled, and their faces froze for a few seconds, and then they immediately gathered around me and got busy as if the wind was blowing, cackling as they pushed the cart, putting on the scarf, mixing the potion, and getting busy on my head.
I watched as the flowing bangs covering my forehead fell to the ground, and watched as the orange color was wiped away, and as my trademark, the customers at the store affectionately called me Brother Orange.
Two hours later, I saw myself in the mirror, looking like the boy in the school ballad, and if I had clipped on a stack of books and handouts, I could have been as fresh as the blue sky and white clouds.
The brothers gathered around me as if open-mouthed at the work they had under their belts, and the orange-colored Dong Jiajie turned into a docile boy in a school uniform that was particularly out of sync with the colorful ones.
"I'm going out!" I put on the two-shoulder sports bag that my mom had prepared for me and tried to sneak out in a hurry.
"Hey, it's for a girl, right?" Dark purple Archie was the first to sulk
"No, it's a sister."
"Is it about going to meet her to be so happy you're faint, isn't a sister a girl?" They laughed at me in unison.
I froze for a moment, I really couldn't imagine what Bebe looked like as a big girl now, the impression of that sickly, tantrum throwing, fat little girl with the quirk of pinching my earlobes brutally took over my entire mind, and I couldn't get it out of my head.
"This sister is great ah, Jiajie for her anything to give up the appearance of ......" they tsked, a face of envy.
The earlobes burned for a moment, was Thumbelina really coming, she must be riding a tornado, why else would I even have my pretty orange hair switched by the roots?
"Neither!" I said in a slimy voice, "Just an old neighbor I haven't seen in years who was fat as hell as a kid!"
"Wow, still a childhood friend. Don't worry, she's changed into a beautiful girl!"
"Good luck, bro!" One of them came up and whacked me, each pretending to drool.
"Good, good luck!" I responded with slurred speech. While hurrying out of the store.
For some reason, even though it was a very familiar road that I had traveled countless times, I tripped and stumbled over my two feet, and was distracted all the way.
There are thirteen exits on the Xujiahui subway corridor, and the crowds are like a vortex, a mass of people being swallowed up and swarming in again.
I walked down the 13th corridor, a minute or two away from the exit of Metro City, and jumped up a flight of stairs diagonally in front of the Pacific Digital Plaza gate. There is a long staircase to the left and right of the main entrance, and as you walk up the staircase, you will see Metro City.
I picked up a Kodak digital camera at Metro City, which I'd been eyeing for a long time, but I just hadn't saved up enough money. I went to look at it whenever I had time, as if it was my unrequited love, as if it was my beloved girl who would be snatched away at any moment. Because Bebe came, mom generously replenished the balance.
I didn't expect Bebe to let me get what I wanted, and for the first time I was slightly grateful to her.
After buying my camera I returned the same way I came and went down the long flight of stairs. I turned my backpack to my chest like a kangaroo. The new digital camera was in a pouch on the left side, yikes, the Velcro was a little loose, and I was thinking of moving the camera to a safer place when my cell phone rang, it was Bebe's mom.
"Beibei wants to come to see you. She has been quietly saving up for this idea for many years, but I have not been able to satisfy her as a mother. When she got into junior high school, I was unemployed, and I had a hard time getting the tuition money together, so she waited for a summer vacation. When she got into a major high school, your mother promised to bring you to Xiamen, Beibei joyfully look forward to, I did not expect you did not participate in the college entrance exams to the family messed up. We told Beibei that you got into Tongji, and a group of classmates traveled to ...... three years of high school, we have been using your tone of voice to write to her, and she agreed to 'three years later, we will see you on the campus of Tongji.' This daughter of mine, who can't listen to anyone's words, the only thing she looks up to Jiajie brother as if he were a star in the sky ......"
"Me, a star in the sky?" I was surprised, "How could she, how could she think that?"
"Bebe has a lot of strange thoughts and doesn't tell me about them. I wonder if she'll tell you this time?"
Hesitating for a moment, she added, "Jiajie, Auntie knows it's hard for you, but try not to let Bebe down, okay?"
"Okay." After hanging up the phone, I stood there in awe thinking, just how many years has it been since I've seen Bebe? I started counting and ended up moving all ten fingers and it wasn't enough.
God, I can't believe we haven't seen each other in thirteen years.
God, have I really been her perfect idol for thirteen years in ignorance?
What has this perfect idol brother of Bebe done in these thirteen years? Martial arts books, online games, girls, and every day to guard the school door buckle extortion of bad boys ...... little by little from the top students slipped to the bottom, began to be anorexic occasional truancy college entrance exams before simply playing missing ...... a long time, I was like an oil star like floating to and fro. Until I wielded the silver glittering shears, the girls long and short hair in my fingertips dancing lightly flying, I feel better, I feel the heart set, I feel that I can decide their own life.
Only now I'm panicking again, I don't know how to play the perfect idol, a great older brother.
Bebe, Bebe is coming ......
I felt the pouch on my left side out of habit, my stomach twitching, the thief moved so fast!
The buckle is loose, the small bag hole, digital camera ...... is gone.
I stopped and looked at the surrounding so many people, every one of them is very normal look, every one of them indifferently go their own way.
Do you call the police? The only thing you can do at the police station is to register it and wait for the thief who stole my camera to be unlucky enough to be caught at the station someday (the chances of that are relatively low). Even if the thief confesses, and the cops already don't know how to contact me, an unimportant victim.
There are too many thefts like this.
When I'm unlucky, I wish I was dreaming about my 6-megapixel fully automatic digital camera.
"I saw that guy take it!" Someone tapped me on the shoulder. He was thin enough compared to me to wear a baseball cap and had a thin voice, pointing to a man in front of me in a color-striped sweatshirt.
"You sure?" I grabbed him like a lifeline from heaven,
and he nodded heavily. I ran up as fast as I could and grabbed the colored striped sweatshirt, "Hey, give me back my camera!"
"What yah what yah?!" The other guy had a hard mouth.
"What are you pretending to do, hand it over!" I got anxious and secretly clenched my fists.
"Who saw me take it?" The thief in the colored striped sweatshirt pushed me back, and my hand looked to be loosening.
"I saw you take it!" Baseball cap boy tapped his horse.
"I'll call the police right now if you don't give it back!" I steeped my guts throat and rattled, wrapping my arms around his neck while feeling his pockets with my other hand, and there was nothing.
Some people gathered around, I was delighted, "Help me call 110, he is a thief!"
No one helped me, and whoever I looked at wriggled away.
"I'll fight!" Or the baseball cap. In the crowd of so many strong man, the thinnest voice eye is also the most thin, but is the most courageous one.
One in a red T-shirt ran over, "Don't yell, just give it back to you!"
The other direction there are two people ran over, I have not reflected, in the hands of the digital camera．
Fools know is encountered a gang of thieves, see the good thing about it.
I grabbed the camera in my hand, and without a chance to say thank you to the baseball cap boy darted for the door of Pacific Digital. I already smelled danger and knew where it was safer. From what I knew of the place, there were countless thieves and crooks and beggars here every day, and knew that at the very least the mall had security.
I do resemble the Mole in this regard.
I entered in the door of the mall and began to look back, the boy he, he was actually oblivious and turned left up the stairs to Metro City ......
"It's over it's over it's over it's over it's over it's over it's over it's over it's over it's over it's over it's over it's over it's over!" I stomped through the door, I had a feeling something was going to happen, it was a section of the public **** area, so many intersections to run through, it was the easiest place to escape if after retaliating against a person.
I blindfolded myself, but I couldn't help but look through my fingers, and sure enough, three or four men ran up and flanked me, and without a word began to beat up the boy.
The boy fell to the ground, too skinny to be kicked around by a couple of pairs of big feet, like a lonely little bone under the tongues of a couple of big wolf dogs.
In that instant, all the men backed away, and in the middle of that was me. We let the guys punch and kick． I, on the other hand, actually felt my legs go slightly limp and shake.
N years ago, I was also beaten by a group of people, the next day began to obediently pay, every day to pay every day to pay, until there is not a dime left in the pocket, far away from seeing the school gate, legs slightly soft, shaking, and thought to myself, if I can dig a tunnel to avoid them that's how good, you don't have to be beaten and don't have to skip school.
Perhaps it was then that the desire to be a mole was secretly planted.
The situation is getting more and more scary, the boy's backpack was knocked off, the contents of the backpack flew all over the place, his mouth was bleeding, his hat flew off, and a head of what, what came apart?
It was long raven hair, was he, was she a girl?
Haha oooooooh, fucking mole, coward! Underhanded! No wonder Thumbelina didn't want to spend a day with him, and didn't hesitate to ride away on the back of a bird.
A rush of blood to my head, I kicked the door open and rushed up to start a fight, I grabbed two men and beat them, punching, kicking and slamming and yelling with my duffel bag.
For the first time, I looked as if I didn't even want to die. The men were wary of me, and grew a little distracted as they tore into each other.
Suddenly, a cold light flashed. "Dead!" With a jolt, I dropped to the ground and closed my eyes tight.
"Get up, yuck!" A mouthful of bloodied spit was spat at my feet.
I clamped my arms over my head and kept shaking.
"It's just a knife with no blade!" The girl "snapped" and pressed the blade into the slot, sounding like a silver needle, thin and cold.
The thieves who beat the man each ran away, disappearing in the blink of an eye to the N exit of the Xujiahui subway station.
I cupped my palm, a little bruised, and watched the girl wipe away the blood from the corner of her mouth, her fingers so thin and white. She She was a girl, and when she was beaten up for me, I left her alone in the first place to run away. Though then came back, and in the end, it was her who saved me.
I tried to find a crack to crawl under, my mole nature kicking in again.
She wordlessly and quickly picked up the things scattered all over the floor, sunglasses, mineral water, key bag, sunscreen ......
I helped her pick up her notebook, and a small flat paper bag fell out, revealing the corner of a black-and-white photo, which I glanced at in passing.
"No you don't touch! She called.
"Let me see it!" I breathed heavily and drew out most of the photo.
"Pop!" She opened my hands, and the paper wrapping the photo was knocked away at once. The girl slung her bag back up and turned to get on the elevator.
"Sorry!" I turned and picked up the piece of paper, looked at it for a moment, and jumped on the elevator after her.
She looked at me, towering over me, a hint of contempt in her eyes, "You better not follow me!"
"Do you want a hospital visit?"
"Should we go as far as filing at the police station and just let them go?" ......
The elevator rose, and I begged in a low voice, following suit.
She shook her head back and forth, determined.
The elevator took us to the subway exit, the one near the fountain at Grand Gateway Plaza.
"I'm waiting for someone here!" She clasped her arms around me and lifted her chin at me, all but banishing me.
"You should inform your friends to wait at the mall, it's not safe here either."
"Why don't I walk you to him?"
My warning worked, and she said, "Stand to the right and get away from me!"
Okay, okay, I did as I was told.
I stole one look at her and another, it was unbelievable, how could she be so thin?
I don't know how long it took, but she pulled out her cell phone.
"Never mind, badass," she said to herself as she took a deep breath, "I'll call first."
I quietly reached into my pants pocket.
Halfway through pressing the number, she suddenly stopped, "No!"
"What's wrong?" I asked kindly.
"I had a dream last night, I took the bus to see him, he took the bus to see me, we cut across, no one knew. I got to the station, I didn't see him, he turned out to be at the station where our house is, and I cried!"
"That's not bad." I muttered, "There are worse things, he ran away as soon as he saw you!"
"P!" She presses the number quickly and puts it to her ear, half a minute later, "Off!" Dialing it again and again and again, finally she gave up, "Crow's feet!" She's going to cry.
The subway entrance was weaved with rain and the air was hot and humid.
"Can I buy you a cone?" I asked, sweaty and cautious.
We trotted across the crosswalk on the wide Hongqiao Road.
In the cool KFC, we devoured two Old Beijing chicken rolls, three pairs of spicy chicken wings, and a large bag of fries dipped in ketchup. Filling our bellies, we moved on to the final business - eating cones.
She ate it in a strange way, sipping a cup of piping hot black tea and licking a mouthful of ice-cold cone, which she described as "half fire, half sea".
"I don't blame my brother even if he doesn't come!
"Brother?"
"Who asked me to come to him when I reached an emotional void, God would blame me for being insincere, right?"
"Gap period?" I was flabbergasted.
She lowered her head, "The first thing I did when I fell in love with my first boy was to rush to the nearest mall and buy a super short skirt, pink dotted, Barbie style, and dangle it in front of him ......
" Too bad he's Wei Xiaobao, recognizing sister after sister and telling me, I don't want a girlfriend just a sister.
"The second boy is super handsome, looks like Lan Zhenglong oh. And he's so tall, my badminton ball hanging in the treetops, jumping heh jump can not reach, a long arm easily picked. I turned around and saw him smile, revealing long and deep dimples like canyons.
"Unfortunately, he was the most self-referential B-blooded boy, and when it came time to take the high school entrance exams, he snatched up my volunteer form and filled in the exact same school as him on my behalf. But I wanted to get into an infant teacher training school. "Don't you want to be with me all the time? It's decided!" He wouldn't even allow me to wear skirts that showed my knees, on the grounds that my knees were like bumpy potatoes.
"I had a hell of a time my freshman year of high school ......"
Saying and listening, it was raining and clearing up outside, too.
"Do you want to come visit Jiao Tong University?" I offered again, "It's just a few steps away. "
"My brother is studying at Tongji." She seemed particularly nostalgic.
"That's halfway across town."
"Oh, so that's it." She was disappointed, and helpless.
"Give me a moment seed!" I jumped up and rushed back to the store in a 100-meter sprint, with my brothers "generously donating cars" and my boss drawing me a map.
When she saw the two beautiful sports cars, in addition to surprise, but also happy, "Why so good to me ah?"
In my heart I said to her, "Because I am your brother." With my mouth I'm saying, "Because you see justice!"
From the first time I saw that black-and-white photo, a pair of chubby little men, one pinching the earlobe of the other, one with a fat belly frankly bearing the little elephant leg of the other, sleeping soundly like a pair of cherubs, intimate cherubs.
I knew she was Bebe.
My heart followed half fire and generally sea water.
In order for her to sleep with her legs resting comfortably, her six-year-old brother persevered and ate his stomach into a tire, and, pinching his big earlobes, she was really comfortable and at ease.
For her love of hearing the deep sound of coins in the piggy bank, her seven-year-old brother exchanged all his year-end money for coins.
With her to accompany the dog mother to give birth to puppies, she did not care about the sleeper, eight-year-old brother all night successively hold the dog baby to the dog mother to drink milk. Each dog baby to drink milk for a full hour, the result makes him squat for a full six hours, waiting for her to wake up. The brother could no longer even walk.
For the sake of her, she said that her brother was going to run in first place so that she could bring him a drink to wipe a head of sweat when he was first to the finish line, it was a good pull. My ten-year-old brother got up in the middle of the night and practiced his tossing and turning on a deserted footbridge near his house for no apparent reason.
Even For her to say that I will live in a beautiful building designed by my brother in the future, my brother went to take the exams of Tongji University ......
The more I listen, the more confused I get, that perfect brother is really me? How much of it was forced by adults, how much of it was me actually doing it, and how much of it was Bebe's own imagination?
"I've liked people and been liked by people. I've dumped others, and been dumped by others. As long as brother has been in my heart, give me warmth, give me strength. I want a relationship that has clean simplicity." Bebe's dark eyes got serious, "Except for my brother. I haven't found it in any boy
Boys around me can come and go, brother, there will always be only this one, there will never be a better brother than him!"
I was touched, heartbroken, and at the same time more and more upset and saddened inside. In short, a messy mess.
No matter what, things have to give an end. Or, I could continue to play the quality boy from Tongji, but the escape was off to a really bad start.
"Listen, listen," I cleared my throat, "suppose, suppose I'm your brother ......"
"You? " She eyed me, her eyes tickling my face.
My heart raced to the back of my throat and the answer came calling.
Her dark eyes swept me, and then one more. It was as if something was in my stomach, my legs and stomach went weak I, I couldn't even ride. Such a no-good guy
"Puff!" Her finger traced the spot on my chin, "You're not, you don't have a star on your chin!"
"Stars?" Picked up my doll Ajin toward the outside to throw, the doll fell on the top of the fence. You climbed the wall for me to fetch, down when knocked jaw ......?
"Besides, brother is not going to leave me to escape. But, at last, you have a clear conscience." She patted me on the shoulder and comfortingly said "Thank you, for listening to me talk so much nonsense and riding with me so much."
My hand was in my pocket, that piece of paper, that piece of paper that once wrapped a pair of sweet sleeping cherubs, slowly, slowly pulling it into a ball, along with the words of Bebe on it--
Brother, I want to visit you. I don't know if you still recognize me. Would you buy me a cone to eat, and if you still think I'm kind of a pretty sister, would you mind if we rode bicycles together?
If you've grown tall, brother I'd love to stand on my tiptoes and touch that little piece of star with my fingertips. That's a memento I'm leaving for you so you'll never forget me. If another girl doesn't like you because of this then I'll be secretly happy, just leave me this scar, this brother was supposed to be mine ah ......"
My heart crumpled with it.
Sister, I have no face to recognize you! All the courage is gone.
I'm not the scarred type, and the scar on my chin has been fading year after year. In the year I turned 16, countless tiny whiskers crossed the smooth surface, where Bebe thought there was a star growing, that brave star, reckless star, affectionate star, has disappeared forever ......
Between her and me, that star has also gone far away
Seeing across the road to the Tongji The school gate, Bebe's eyes glowed.
It was as if a tall boy flashed through the gates, "Brother!" Bebe smiled brightly and suddenly accelerated, speeding across the street.
An oncoming motorcycle came, and they, they crashed solidly into each other ......
Fortunately, the motorcycle's speed was gentler
Thankfully, after a brief moment of shock, Bebe woke up in the hospital. Aside from a few scrapes on her arms and calves, she didn't look out of place.
"The head injury is really just trauma." The doctor said.
"Will there be any after effects?" Mom was still asking one question.
The conversation was interrupted by a man noisily coming in and asking the doctor when it was his turn for electrotherapy.
"You're done long ago, you can go!"
"Liar, you want me to pay for nothing and not work right?"
The doctor patiently motioned for him to come over, pointing out the pinholes in his arm, the man then quieted down and exited the door with a curt smile, "I'm sorry huh, how come I can't remember anything when I turn around?"
"See, transient memory loss?" The doctor said, "This one was a foot off the stairs."
"Hello."
"Hello." Bebe smiled at me very quietly and politely.
"See, the chubby little pair is me and you na. But now that we've both gotten so skinny, it kind of sucks when we're apart, doesn't it? I don't know if you still want to call me brother Jiajie now? I didn't go to college, and I've always been as timid as a mole, not as bloodthirsty as a leopard. But I can do my hair, I can get any kind of hairstyle or color to look good ......," I said, my fingers pointing very hard at the black and white photo.
Ugh, she doesn't seem to be listening at all, her head bobbing in a very engrossed manner. I flicked her hair away from her temples, and she was wearing MP3 headphones.
"What's the song, is it good?"
She nodded vigorously and offered to pull out one of the headphones and hand it to me.
We each had a headphone, and I heard three female voices staggered in high and low, the most popular among the girls, SHE-
Remember to forget/I remind myself/You're already a backdrop in the sea of people/Long time/I'm supposed to have new memories.
One can't decide who to move for/But at least one can decide to let go or not/I admit I'll still love you/But I'll never unseal those memories again.
"Well sung!" My heart ached, but at the same time it was a secret joy.
Sister, forget all the unhappy things, the last thing that stays in your head is always the one you would like to remember. Just as you can't carry a lot of bags in your hand or you'll get nervous because you're likely to lose 锝檕u鈥檛 mess. So just choose to leave only the happy bags.
"Brother!" Suddenly. A hot body lay on my back, pointing to Slina, the longest-haired of the three little ninny SHEs, "I want to dye it this pink, cotton candy red, is that okay?
"Oh!" I responded happily, my heart jumping out of my chest!