Night, just shrouded.
On an ugly street in a small town in Northeast China, indifferent vehicles, observant pedestrians, and slightly profound coolies all seemed to have a premonition of an impending disaster, and they all immersed themselves in the sinister darkness; Only the suspected kind-hearted streetlight stood helplessly in the cold alley, tightly closing its yellow eyes, as if unable to bear to witness this helpless love
On the trembling quiet hillside; At the end of a narrow path that cannot accommodate couples walking side by side; A small house that cannot accommodate a complete family. eighty
Sitting on the kang with a gentle smile on her mother's face; Beside her was a girl who could only control her anxious mood by tightly gripping the warm watch on her wrist; At the door sat an old uncle who was helplessly smoking heavily. He played an important supporting role because he could not avoid the farce; The young man was undoubtedly placed in the center of the guest's sofa.
His expression had become numb from nervousness; The smile also stiffened due to restraint. The mixed emotions in her heart turned the body that contained her into an extreme balloon that could burst at a touch.
He dared not face his mother who was laughing so hard that even the air became sharp, nor could he seek help from his uncle who was waiting to appear outside the door. Even the girl he deeply loved sitting next to him suddenly became out of reach. My hands could only helplessly press against the withered pockets of my pants.
No grand opening remarks; No polite and vulgar modifiers; There is no scene of warmth and coldness; There is also no drama set with flowers and hot tea.
My mother's laughter unconsciously turned into a thin needle, piercing the already taut balloon; Becoming a thin blade as thin as human feelings, cutting the withered pocket into pieces; Becoming a giant stone engraved with numbers, blocking the love between little lovers like a tide;
He collapsed, despairing, and lost control... Release all the blame, helplessness, and resentment towards oneself into the glass in his hand, hoping that alcohol can help him regain his usual calmness, maintain his once magnificent and carefree demeanor, and preserve the intense love that is about to flow away. Unfortunately! There is no wine in his cup, and he doesn't even have a cup in his hand.
I only caught the helpless tears of the girl...
The young man, filled with a smile, faint care, and melancholy in the small house, wildly waved his fists tightly holding onto his only self-esteem, spewing out nonsense with emotions, exhausting all the accumulated sadness and emotions he had prepared for. He vividly portrayed a jumping beam clown.
After exhausting himself, he knelt down in front of his mother... The tears of inferiority and humiliation dissolved into a kind smile, helpless calmness, and desperate pain.
In the quiet street outside the door, there was a distant cry: "soybean milk, five cents.