The sunshine in July is particularly poisonous, especially for an artist like me who is beautifully dressed (full of beard and unkempt hair) and has been driving all morning. The scorching sun shines on the skin of * * *, like a wild animal wantonly biting its desperate prey. Endless running makes my body thin, but I still can't stop sweating from my hair in my beard, and then I leave a big sweat stain on the front and back of my clothes.
This town is both strange and familiar.
It seems like a childhood town or dream, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, with cicadas chirping far or near in my ears, and I don't know what birds are chirping in the middle. There are also several owls that can't stand the heat, flapping their wings and making long sounds at the top of their lungs. So many voices mixed together, hovering in my mind like a hurricane. Coupled with the heat of the sun, my body told itself that it was time to stop and have a rest.
In front of the broad-leaved plants rolling in the wind, there stands a small grocery store, the iron outer wall is rusty, and through the mosquito net on the window, the dense goods in the house can be seen faintly; The erected iron sash has long been brown. In the glass cabinet under its protection, there are colorful drinks and several kinds of cigarettes. I can't see what brand it is from a distance. It must be cheap. In front of the shop, under the mottled shade, a lean old man with dark skin is lying on a cane chair with his legs crossed reading a newspaper, and there are some watermelons on the dining table beside him. This does not prevent me from feeling envious. When I am too old to walk, maybe I can open a grocery store like him and lie there and eat watermelon comfortably. Well, I don't like watermelon, so red is unbearable for me. When the tea is ready, I can drink tea and read the newspaper. Approaching, I heard the wind chimes tied to the branches creak slightly in the sun, which made people numb all over.
Put the mountain bike on the ground at will, take off your backpack and sit on a small stool, and shout weakly to the old man, "Aber, a can of cold beer!" " "
"We don't sell wine here ..." The old man slowly put down the newspaper and looked at me. I can clearly see that there was a flash of surprise in his eyes behind his reading glasses. No wonder, few people are not surprised to see me untidy.
"No wine ..." I took off my sunglasses and put them on my chest. "Mineral water will do."
"Cold?"
"ok."
"Wait a minute, I'll get it inside ... I have to drink ice in this weather ..."
After a while, the old man came out of the grocery store with mineral water in one hand and a bowl in the other.
"Bitter tea is a special enjoyment." The old man smiled and put them both in front of me. "Clearing away heat and toxic materials, good things!" " "
"Thank you." I'd better drink mineral water first After all, I'm dying of thirst now. The hot air in the morning melted at once, and my body couldn't help feeling comfortable.
"Come along?" I waved and the old man began to eat watermelon by himself. "Where are you from, young man?"
In my present dress, I can see that it is not easy to be a young man: "I forgot ..."
"Forgot?" The old man seems to be listening to something new. "Can you forget this?"
I raised my front and wiped the sweat on my head: "It seems that I have this disease since I was a child. I can still remember things a few days ago, but I can't remember things for so long. " I don't know what happened, but I can't remember the past. The notebook in the bag is just a diary for these two weeks. Maybe the previous notebook doesn't know where it went. Perhaps for me, the front is not very important, because the most important thing is that I inadvertently took a look at the inside of my left forearm, because the most important thing is that it is tattooed here.
“W
A......"
I quickly put my arm under the table. At the moment when I was in a daze, the old man actually studied the tattoo on my arm.
"I don't understand!" The old man smiled. "Nowadays, young people always dress themselves up in colorful colors ..." The old man muttered and began to eat watermelon again.
"Tattooing is for fun ..." I explained, picking up bitter tea. To tell the truth, I don't reject bitter things.
"Young man, don't look at me. I know many latest gadgets. " The old man smiled and narrowed his eyes. "Look at you, this is a tattoo and this unusual dress. This is called ... "The old man couldn't remember anything, and suddenly his light flashed. "Performance art!"
It's really funny to hear these four words from a farmer of half a century, but I have to admire the old man, who knows all these trendy words.
"This kind of performance art is to make yourself strange!" The old man smiled, and so did I.
"Say it." I tried to keep myself away from this topic. "Abreu, I really saw a strange man just now." I took a sip of bitter tea, which was really fucking bitter. I frowned and continued: "When I passed the intersection ahead, I saw a man in a suit and tie and sat motionless at the intersection. I am not afraid of heatstroke in such a hot day and wearing such thick clothes! "
"It's a fool." The old man slowly put away his smile. "Leave him alone."
"Silly ..." I didn't care about the old man's expression. "No wonder he smiled at me when I passed him."
"Laugh at you ..." The old man whispered.
"Huh?"
"How about this tea?" The old man asked me kindly.
"It's bitter, but delicious." Looking at the smiling old man, I smiled back.
"Lin Bo, take a bag of soy sauce!"
"Wait a minute, I'll take it in." Just as the old man greeted the guests, the bitter tea in front of me was long gone. The old man stood up and walked into the house. He later asked me, "Another bowl?"
The Ancient Xuanwumen Spring and Autumn Zhuo Xin Classics of the Fugitive of Postgraduate Entrance Examination