When I was very young, I was about six or seven years old, and it was also the Spring Festival, and when I saw the older children in the neighborhood setting off firecrackers, I was so envious that I begged my mother to buy them.

At first, my mother firmly disagreed, on the grounds that money was for eating, not for listening.

But I was so eager to set off firecrackers that I continued to plead. My mother couldn't grind it, so she scolded angrily: "If you want to buy firecrackers, don't eat at noon!"

I was immediately ecstatic and quickly said, "Mom, I'm not eating!"

Mom said it counted, and really bought it for me.

I vividly remember the joy in my heart when my mother handed me the 'firecracker', which was much bigger than my neighbor's house, even though there was only one.

My mother whispered to me, "It's called the 'Drill Monkey,' do you see the monkey on it? When you light it, it burrows into the air." This Drill Monkey is very expensive, you have to keep it until the day of the Chinese New Year. You know what?"

I nodded sensibly. Such an expensive thing should be saved until the Chinese New Year.

In this way, I put this drill monkey on the hot kang head and watched it carefully every day. I don't remember if I ate at noon that day, but I think that with this Drill Monkey, even if I don't eat, I won't feel hungry because my heart is full of joy.

(But now that I think about it, I wonder how it didn't explode when I put it in the hottest place?)

In this way, day by day, finally one morning, my mother said, "Today is the New Year, you can release the drill monkey at night." ”

When I heard this, my breathing accelerated, my blood pressure increased, and I was instantly excited. Within ten seconds, I decided to hold the Drill Monkey in my hand and wait until it got dark.

But this still did not calm me, and my blood was so strong that I soon made a new decision: to go out into the courtyard and wait until it was dark.

However, I looked out into the courtyard for two minutes, but there was no sign of darkness. So, I quickly decided to choose a location for the Drill Monkey to set off first.

This incident didn't take much of my time, and it didn't take me a minute to stick the Drill Monkey in the snow.

The rest of the year was a rough one, and I'm not sure how long it was, but it certainly wasn't long, because my mom didn't come out to look for me. At this point, I made the last decision, I was going to hold the match and wait until it got dark.

The tragedy unfolded.

When I went back to the house and got the match, and then walked to the courtyard, I seemed to be completely out of control, my movements did not stop at all, directly twisted out a match, and walked to the drill monkey, although my nervous hands trembled, but if there was divine help, the match instantly polished, and the beating flame directly swept the gunpowder twist of the drill monkey!

Snort!

The moment the medicine twist was lit, I subconsciously retreated sharply, lest the monkey fly out and hit me, but what I didn't expect was that I only heard a sharp chirp, and before I saw the monkey, the drill monkey was gone!

My eyes widened and I jerked into the sky, only to see only a puff of white smoke.

I panicked all of a sudden, and there was only one voice left in my heart shouting: "What about monkeys?"

I searched everywhere, and there was no sky, not on the horizon, not on the earth, not in the corners! Could it be that the monkey was too fast? So where did it go? Why didn't I see it?

Is it because I release monkeys during the day, so I can't see them?

I didn't know who to ask, no one answered.

After so many days of waiting, countless longings, it just vanished.

I slowly stopped looking and stood in the yard. Looking at the vast white snow, my heart felt like frost, colder than the ice in Xingkai Lake. I don't know how long it took for me to convince myself that there were no monkeys at all.

(I don't know who came up with the idea to draw a monkey on the drill monkey, this Nima is too childy, right?)

Poor me, I'm going to take this monkey back and release it once a day.

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I don't know why, this incident left an extremely deep impression on my childhood memories.

It is so profound that it far exceeds the wolf howl on a snowy night, the father's belt, the fat goat's milk, the whimpering smoke cannon, and the snow taller than a man.

These can only be regarded as unforgettable memories of childhood, but the missing monkey has become an unforgettable memory for my life.

Decades have passed, and the footprints have already traveled all over the famous river, so naturally there is no longer the slightest interest in setting off firecrackers. The only things that can make me linger are the simplicity of the snow-capped mountains, the purity of the desert, the vitality of the primeval forests, the majesty of the rainstorm, the devouring of the tsunami, the destruction of the earthquake, and the masculine beauty of all nature.

Time flies, and the Year of the Monkey is here again.

In everyone's heart, there are always many things that cannot be saved, such as the time that goes away, such as withered emotions, and there are always many things that are difficult to let go, such as distant dreams, such as broken love. But we are busy, and we are constantly running and chasing every day, mostly because of material needs, rather than spiritual desires.

And fantasy novels are monkeys, hanging in the sky, filling the thirst in everyone's heart.

This year, Xianlu Linglong will finish the book, I don't know how readers feel, I myself have found the monkey of childhood. On the occasion of the New Year's bell about to ring, Spring and Autumn is here to hug our fists and bow down, thank you brothers and sisters, for your support to me this year!

Happy New Year!

Thank you!

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