The day before yesterday, in the afternoon.

Walking alone on the dusty road, the sun is also gray, in the early summer of this small county town in the Central Plains, although I have lived here for more than 20 years, there is still nothing worth remembering, only the floating dullness and anxiety, I hate this city, and I hate memories.

But the feeling of walking alone still reminds me of something, many years ago, many times, as a child, it seems that there was such a person walking like this, walking for a long, long time.

At that time, I would not have been as straight and wandering as I am now, neither thinking about novels nor reminiscing about the past, my eyes were wandering, from telephone poles to wheels, from the sky to billboards, there were all kinds of details and images of unknown meaning and fragmentation.

Little children always lack concentration and are attached to a qiē thing. It was a blessing that even the pain didn't keep me focused for long, and I cried and cried, remembering the half of the chocolate in my hand, stuffing it in my mouth and eating it. Angered my father, thinking that this was a very unproductive act.

However, if a child is as focused on pain as an adult, the fragile mind may not be able to bear it.

Walking on the road with such a mood, I can't help but wonder if I haven't grown up yet. Perhaps the memories of the past twenty years are some kind of illusion, the bloated clothes worn on the body, if you peel back the layers and peel them back, inside is a dirty, naked little boy, his eyes are erratic, and he is very useless holding chocolates and crying while eating.

Eh, I suddenly remembered a certain certain real memory. When I was in the first grade of elementary school, I went with a group of friends to the other end of the county, on a shooting range, to pick up bullet casings, and when I came back, the guy who rode me insisted that I take him, but I didn't know how to ride a bicycle at that time, and I learned to ride a bicycle many years later, and I studied it for a week.

After an argument, everyone felt unbalanced and unwilling to give me a ride, so I pursed my lips and stayed out of the matter, and finally said that I would go by myself, and then the bastards rode back.

So I walked for more than three hours in the sun, with a vague feeling, through the strange city - it was still very huge at that time - and when I got home, it was already dark, and all I got was a bullet shell, but I didn't feel any sadness, and even took it for granted, I couldn't ride a bicycle and had to walk!

In fact, if you think about it, you can come back by car by saying a little soft talk at the time, or simply playing tricks and pulling the bicycle saddle to prevent them from leaving!

In many things in the future, there seems to be a similar better choice, but in the end, I just pursed my lips and walked away alone, which is really not smart at all!

Ah, I have unconsciously talked so much, and I can be regarded as sharing my beautiful childhood memories with you, in response to the scene of Children's Day.

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