You peep into the whole world from the mirror in the window, the adult belongs to the adult, and yours belongs to you.
Your piano has always been sounded only for parents and teachers. In your immature heart, they are opposed to you, always using various methods to embarrass and depress
you ... Your childhood is to you, the lovely next to her, the shriveled little apple in your trouser pocket, It's the older kid who hides in the dark corners of the street and is ready to tease you at all times. It's the most frightening "B" on the gradebook...
Later, you met him... an ordinary worker driving a road roller. Robust, smart, handsome and unruly.
You are attracted to him because he has something you don't have. You find that you are eager to have a big friend, even without too much words, he can understand you, love you, and treat you like his younger brother.
He lets you climb on his road roller and teaches you how to make it submissive. A large group of children stared, watching a man teach a boy to become very proud!
Then he takes you to buy bread and milk, and lets you protect the weak like an adult-he says you are responsible for your affairs. So you protested to the bad boy and protected the bullied peers, even if you were beaten to the ground by the "iron fist of sin".
Of course, you also have contradictions. Because you don't like your big friends calling you "musician", you throw the bread on the ground. He insists that you pick it up and tells you that it is labor and that every piece of bread is not easy.
You are self-willed, you are angry... But what you fear most is that he ignores you... Later, you reconcile, and you take his arms again intimately, and you can hear your cheers with him all over the street. And laughter.
You played the violin for him once, not for his parents or for his grades... You even know that he is a worker, and he probably doesn't understand these elegant things.
Drops of water dripped from the beam and rippled...
In the sound of your still green piano, the worker slowly closed his eyes. What is he thinking? You have asked him before if he has experienced war... Maybe he is combing through his childhood memories in the sound of your piano.
Finally, you separate from him.
You implied to him like a spoiled child that you want to watch the movie "Xia Boyang" that was just released; he will let you say that you want to watch this movie? I'll take you with me at seven o'clock in the evening!
This is the last moment of your friendship. Although it is only half a day, it is enough to become your best memory.
In the end, the girl who crushed him caught him, and your mother also caught you.
You, again, were brutally pulled away from the adult's world by this force.
You are still a child. Just a child.
You can't make friends with strangers. Before you become an adult, you have to obey the teachings of your parents and teachers-this is a must.
He has his way, and you have your life.
There is no intersection between each other.
But what is good is still good, good always exists in that rainy season...
You are a child, board the road roller of that strange man, and join him... You drive to the unknown distance, behind you, there is a long trail of water... …It’s childhood, trust, longing, sigh, that indelible memory...
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