Zamoli

Chang Ming'an lived in an old house when he was a child. Several five-storey residential buildings were densely populated with people. The shared kitchen and toilets were never quiet.Neighborhood gossip, like cooking fumes, easily drifts into every household. The cooking fume turns the original white walls yellow, and gossip becomes a dish on the table.

Miss He upstairs next door is an eternal topic for everyone.

She always wears a well-fitting cheongsam, embroidered with colorful patterns, which perfectly outlines the curves, revealing a little white calf skin at the hem.She always steps on high heels to go home in the corridor at night, and the sound of "knocking" wakes up other people's dreams.

Little Chang Ming'an likes to lie on the window sill at noon, look at the window of Miss He's house, and see that she draws the curtains, wears a nightgown, and combs her dark cloud-like curly hair at the window, and then draws the curtains again. After a while, you can hear a "knock knock" sound.She walked in the alleys between the buildings, tiptoeing on the toes of her high heels, avoiding those small dirty puddles.The curled ends of her hair swayed around her waist as she moved, and Chang Mingan was fascinated by it.

Chang Ming'an's Fa Xiao lived next door to Miss He. Once when he went to play with him, he happened to meet Miss He going out.

She was wearing a black cheongsam embroidered with begonia flowers that day, her lips were as red as ripe cherries, and her emerald green ears dangled on the side of her neck.When she saw little Douding Chang Ming'an who was staring at her blankly, she smiled and took out a tube of hawthorn slices from the sequined buckle bag, and stuffed it into his hand, her voice was as soft as water.

"Here, Pannonche."

At that time, he didn't understand that it was Shanghai dialect, and he couldn't understand it. He lowered his head and didn't dare to look at it. The hands with red nails moved forward and stuffed the hawthorn slices into his hands.

Chang Mingan ran back to his home like the wind with the hawthorn slices in his pocket.

His mother saw her and asked, "Where did you get the hawthorn slices?"

Chang Ming'an said happily: "The sister in the building next door gave it to me."

His mother asked warily, "Which sister?"

Chang Ming'an thought for a while and said, "It's the sister with the red lips."

"You're going to die," Chang's mother snatched the hawthorn slices from his hand and threw them into the trash can, muttering, "You shameless bitch, who lives on men, doesn't even have children. Let it go."

Chang Ming'an didn't understand what his mother was saying at all, he just looked at the discarded hawthorn slices and cried "Wow".

The women in the residential buildings all regard Ms. He as a scourge. It seems that she can win the man's soul away with a blink of an eye and a slap of her eyelashes. And Shi Shi looked back greedily.

Chang Ming'an was scolded and never dared to speak to her again.He still often leans on the window sill to watch, and sees handsome young men holding flowers, standing downstairs, calling her name, those who love and pursue her are dotted like stars, only she is always beautiful, stepping on High heels, as light as dancing, around those dirty puddles.

Later, she moved away.

There was a continuous discussion in the corridor for a month, saying that she was pregnant with a child but was abandoned by a man. In the end, everyone said yes, whether true or false.

The window sill was empty.

Later, Chang Ming'an followed his parents and moved out of the dilapidated and dark residential building, and Miss He's memory gradually faded.Until one night, when he was in his adolescence, he suddenly dreamed of curly hair dangling around his thin waist, which was strangled by the cheongsam. When he woke up suddenly, he felt that his pants were wet.

When Chang Ming'an returned to this old house again, he was already approaching his age.The corridor was narrower and darker than I remembered, and the light bulbs above were flickering.The neighborhood will be demolished in half a year, and his mother told him to come back and see if there is anything left behind.

The old house is full of the dusty smell that has not been popular for a long time. The previous tenant moved out half a month ago, and the house is empty. Where can there be anything left behind.

Chang Mingan stood by the window sill, lit a cigarette, and let it burn slowly.

He just ended a dull relationship. His ex-girlfriend was a friend of a friend. He met at a party. The woman confessed first, and they got together naturally. They dated and lived together, and then they broke up in a normal way.His mother urged him to get married as soon as possible, and he always smiled and said, Mom, I see.

After staying in the old house for less than 10 minutes, Chang Mingan went downstairs.The alley is quiet, and one or two tenants pass by from time to time. The ground is full of potholes and water, so you have to avoid it carefully so as not to dirty your shoes. The street lights are dim, and the sound of the TV can be heard from the windows of the houses from time to time.

He was walking on the road when he suddenly heard the sound of high heels "knocking" coming from the end of the road.

Someone came from a distance, and Chang Ming'an saw that she was wearing an unfashionable cheongsam with a narrow waist, a long cascade of curly hair draped over her shoulders, and high heels carefully avoiding puddles on the ground.

Chang Ming'an was stunned, his heart was a little hairy, he couldn't help but stop, his eyes fell on the face of the cheongsam girl, he saw her lowered her eyes, focused on her feet, she looked about in her early 20s, tall and slender , with exquisite makeup, lips as red as ripe cherries, and the edge of the collar buttoned up, revealing a little bit of fair neck, glowing under the street lamp, charming and charming, but the long eyebrows that entered the temples Exuding a bit of heroic spirit.

As if it came out of memory.

Chang Ming'an's heart was pounding, he opened his mouth, and let this person rub shoulders with him, a faint scent of perfume came from his nose, it was an extremely cool fragrance of plum blossoms.

"wait wait wait……"

It was so soft that she didn't hear it.Chang Ming'an just watched her go further and further away, disappearing into the darkness. After 5 minutes, the window on the next floor was lit up, and the thin lace curtains revealed light, reflecting a vague figure.

Chang Ming'an returned home as if he had lost his soul.

They are too similar, but it can't be, the age is not the same, and the appearance is different.Is it really different, I can’t remember clearly, whether the cheongsam I saw today was embroidered with bright red begonia flowers, and whether the hands that passed me in my memory were stained with the cool fragrance of plum blossoms.

Chang Ming'an fell asleep while thinking wildly. In his dream, the small part of his neck was exposed from the stand-up collar, which was so white that it was shocking.