2. Walk slowly with you
-Liang Yanling, "Walking with You Slowly"
It was an era of releasing innocence. I still remember the Chinese channel of Hong Kong Satellite TV, when I was exposed to Peter Pan and Bai Gujing of the Sword of Yin and Yang. At that time, I was born to be a hero in the depths of my friends. From these films, I can remember the childishness at that time, which was so vague but so clear in the tunnel of time. Blurred the plot of these films, I don't remember what these films are about at all, but what is clear is the advertisement in the middle-Liang Yanling's song "Walk with You Slowly".
Perhaps he is naturally sensitive to music and has always been full of expectation and curiosity about music. Every time he hears a song, he always pauses in his mind, feeling the life of each note and the artistic atmosphere at that moment. What impressed me most about this song was when I was with my brother Yu. He lives opposite us and was our childhood playmate. He is much older than me. Because I am the youngest in our building, I always take advantage when we play together. There are four boys living in our unit, as well as De and Yun. Most of the time, we play together. At that time, because my parents were busy at work, I often sat on the ladder to do my homework when I came home from school, but their appearance changed the rhythm of my childhood.
Degu Debebe is one year older than me and Yun is two years older than me. We play together, but my parents object. There is a simple reason. I always feel that boys playing together will cause a lot of trouble, so-if my parents sometimes find that we are often together, my mother is extremely opposed. At that time, my heart was lonely. I always do my homework alone on the big ladder. At the latest, I fell asleep at the door. When I was a child, children were not allowed to take keys in our county. Many children come home from school to play on the big playground or do their homework on the big ladder.
Brother Yu often comes to my house to play with me, because my mother thinks he is very sensible and he is older, so he is at ease that we are together. In this way, he became the leading brother of Deye and Yun, and every time we played together, he called me over, which made my parents feel at ease. Slowly, mom and dad began to stop restricting the communication between Yun and De.
The friction of childhood is a subtle spark of life, but it burns so brilliantly. ...
At that time, we went to school together, ate together, played hide-and-seek in the playground in summer, caught "fortune teller (an insect swimming on the water)" in the pool on the roof, and made small model boats and played with models in the water tank of Dejia. We are crazy together, stupid together, watching Peter Pan together, playing with branches on the playground together, and flying kites on the playground together. The odds and ends of that time became more and more ordinary day by day, and slowly began to spread to my childhood memory.
Once, we played with plasticine, and everyone held plasticine and various military weapons. Brother Yu is fascinated by military weapons. His room is full of military magazines, so I knew what an aircraft carrier was like, what a destroyer was like, and what functions a cruiser had. When I was very young, I had a vague outline of tanks, planes and cannons. That afternoon, we were kneading things together, and the color of plasticine was black-in fact, when I was a child, I first bought all kinds of colorful plasticine, but slowly they all mixed together and finally became a mass of black. The middle of black was like the curve of five-color mud, and all colors were mixed together, but from a distance it became completely black. We used "black clay" to pinch out our favorite military weapons. Brother Yu pinched a tank and looked imposing and natural and unrestrained. Germany pinched a robot. Although it is a little humanized, you can still see the square outline. The cloud pinched a plane, but its wings were twisted, which made me feel that I was not full. I pinched it even more outrageous. A man is riding a motorcycle, but this man is ugly and everyone laughs at him.
At this moment, Brother Yu came over with a wolfberry. "Come on, Lang, I'll fix this thing for you." As he spoke, he picked up my motorcycle at will. I just didn't accept it well. The motorcycle fell to the ground. At this time, when I saw this, I completely collapsed and immediately burst into tears.
My brother's mother, Aunt Wang, heard my crying and ran to see what had happened.
"Aunt, Brother Yu broke my motorcycle!"
Aunt Wang touched my head and said, "Good boy, Lang Lang doesn't cry. You go home first and I'll take care of him! " Say, mercilessly stared at the jade elder brother, sent us a few little things away. "。
... Fred, Claude and I left ... I heard my brother crying at the door ... My aunt hit him ... You can hear the sound of the board in your body ... Memory is fragmentary. ...
At that time, I was always ignorant, crying and always causing them a lot of trouble. For a long time, I didn't dare to play with Brother Dege, and I remembered his words: "You ungrateful guy beat you to Brother, and we will never talk to you again." Looking at the backs of two partners, one disappeared under the door and the other disappeared at the stairs, suddenly feeling that his grievances were gone, but it was a kind of guilt and a kind of loss. The contemptuous eyes and the disappointed expressions of my friends were imprinted on my heart like a brand, but I didn't know how to express it in words, let alone how to face it. Living at that moment, I suddenly fell into a kind of loneliness, often listening to their laughter outside, hiding in my room, listening to the tape recorder, and at that time listening to the advertisement episode of Dege when we watched Peter Pan together-"Walk slowly with you".
Lonely years are always heartbreaking like shadows, breaking to the end of the old life. ...
A month later, by chance, one day, my mother asked me to return the magazine to Aunt Wang's house. I knocked on the door gently, gently, my heart was shaking. Brother Yu opened the door. As soon as I saw him, I lowered my head and dared not say anything. I turned my head to the other side and didn't know what to do.
"It's the waves, come in, come in, what's the matter?" Brother Yu is very enthusiastic about me. The more so, the more I feel that my heart has been pricked and I don't know what to say.
"This ... this is your mother's magazine ..." I said hesitantly, feeling the language stuck at both ends of my tongue. "I'm sorry, ... I'm leaving, you give it to your mother ..."
"Wait!" I was about to run away when he suddenly interrupted my thinking, stood in front of me and squatted down to touch my head. "What's the matter?"
"I ... I ... last time ... last time"
At this time, Brother Yu picked me up and put me on his chair-the old bamboo chair is out of sight now, and then said, "I know what happened last time, fool, it's nothing, it's not your fault, it's my carelessness!"
After listening to what he said, my nose turned sour, and then I felt tears coming out of my eyes.
"We are all children, but I am a big brother. Big brother will always accompany his brother, shelter him from the wind and rain, accompany him slowly to the end of his life, and accompany you slowly ... Don't cry, silly! " He pinched my nose. Suddenly, I was moved by these simple actions. This kind of touch is unprecedented, and it is also the first time I feel the warmth of my partner. Although he is much older than me, more often I hope to rely on him as a partner and move forward side by side. I threw myself into his arms and cried, and then ...
From then on, we started our old life again, crazy together, stupid together, taking a bath together, eating together and going to school together. Brother Yu's military knowledge is very powerful. He taught us the first musket made of origami. We folded many muskets out of paper, and then hid in the room like revolutionary martyrs and fought a small-scale war. We also made a lot of plastic foam model boats and played in the tanks of German people, making the whole kitchen full of water, which was scolded by Aunt Jia. But at that time, no matter how embarrassing, everyone laughed so happily and carefree, feeling that life always watched the sun rise and set every day, and then fell asleep in the cradle of the night.
The mottled shadow of childhood is so clear in my memory, and the time that I can't stay always appears repeatedly in the morning and evening of the years. I suddenly came to the city. Whenever I recall these things, my heart will always be filled with a sense of happiness. This kind of happiness felt very long at that time, and the end seemed to be in the foreseeable future, but in retrospect, the original time was really short. Originally trivial happiness, long expectation has experienced the vicissitudes of time and years, remaining in a corner of memory, flashing a little light.
We always walk in the flowers and birds, through a carefree childhood, and then grow up slowly. We always wait for dusk and sunset side by side under an old tree. The dream in my memory is discrete and irregular, and I suddenly feel that I am recalling in the corner of the city, and I can't tell which is reality and which is a dream. During that time, I walked slowly with me, and I walked a lot slowly. There, I always smiled in the cradle without any dispute!
Fred said, "Lang, I also want to be your big brother, and walk slowly with you, just like Brother Yu, until the end of my life, we will pull the hook." Juan also said, "Lang, I want to be your big brother ... slowly ..." When he said this, he blushed. But I remember that sentence: "Big brother will always accompany his brother, shelter him from the wind and rain, slowly accompany him to the end of his life, and slowly accompany you ... Don't cry, silly!" ……
Now I have lost contact with them. Many memories and fairy tales of that year cannot be repeated in today's life. It's only when I look at some dribs and drabs and have feelings that I will recall those fascinating fragments.
The flowers in the corner always turn over the calendar when they go to Qiu Lai in spring, swaying in the wind of memory, and blooming gorgeous flowers under the nourishment of sunshine and rain. ...