sunset postman

My friend Jiaheng,

See words like meeting.

I don't know if you think I'm bothering you too much, otherwise why don't you ever reply to me?

If this is the case, I may not write to you again in the future.

Because I have a kitten.

He is a two-month-old cow cat with some inflammation in his eyes.The postman picked it up and gave it to me.

He added my WeChat, and I didn't know how his name was written: Jin Xunqing.Xunqing, no wonder he looks so sunny and cheerful.

The kitten is very good. After cleaning him in the hospital last night, I took him home, fed him a little food, and wiped his eyes. .

I was wondering if he was the kitten that I had been hearing the voice for the past few days but couldn't find it?Otherwise, how could I feel so familiar.

Jiaheng, I actually realized something was wrong.I have only one friend, but you haven't replied to me.

This place is actually very strange to me.

But I really can't remember why I moved to this strange place.

Obviously this is a new place for me, I don't know the roads, people I don't know, but the kitten and Jin Xunqing make me feel quite familiar.

Recently, I am still writing. Besides writing to you, I find that I always think of those things in my former home. The more I think about it, the more interesting it becomes. It was obviously my mother and my grandpa who quarreled, and I watched from the sidelines. It's like watching an ancient family ethics drama live in front of me.

I don't feel included around them, and I'm not even as comfortable being alone now.

So my native family is even a material that I process and use at will. In the stories I am writing recently, there is a woman who looks like my mother.

You know, from a young age my mother loved hugging me and telling me how much she loved me.But when I get sick and cough too much, she will grab my face and scold me, "Are you trying to cough up my lungs?"; when others praise me for my good looks, my mother will say, "How is he good-looking? His face is yellow and emaciated. Yes, I can’t even run”; when people asked me how my grades were, she always said to others with a disdainful tone and proud eyes, “It’s not very good, I can only be in the top [-] of the next grade, and occasionally enter a grade top ten".

I still remember some very trivial things, but mostly my mother misunderstood me.My distant cousin came to my house to play and secretly took my mother’s money. I found out. I finally mustered up the courage to ask him loudly why he took things from my house, but my mother beat him up viciously. slap.At that time, I was in the fourth grade of elementary school, and I didn't understand why it was me who was beaten.In the past, my mother would explain to me why she said that I was not good in front of others. It was to show that our family is humble and not to let others think that we are too ostentatious.But I don't think our family has any capital to make publicity, nor do we have the confidence to be arrogant.But this time, there was no reason to hit me.

I always remember the feeling of being slapped heavily in front of many relatives. After the summer vacation after the high school entrance examination, I talked about it with my mother, but my mother said she didn't remember it.I said it was true, but she laughed at me, "It's been so many years, why do you hold grudges at such a young age".

Then I seldom talked to my mom and dad.My dad travels a lot, but I live with my mom under the same roof every day.

Fortunately, I have been working hard to save money since then.

In fact, I rarely think about these things, but when I wrote my story yesterday, I couldn't help but think about the slap in the face.

Tired of writing, I watched a French movie, a very warm family pastoral life.There is a postman inside, riding a bicycle with big wheels to deliver letters on the winding path, blowing cheerful whistles against the golden air, and he also has a big golden retriever dog.

I imagined that if Jin Xunqing was riding a bicycle to deliver letters on our small road, it must be a scenic spot, right?Handsome postman, if you ask someone to pat him for a video clip and wrap it up, I think he will definitely become popular.

Jiaheng, I would like to invite you to my house as a guest.Although there is nothing particularly good in my house, I really miss the days when we didn't do anything at your house, just play games and order takeaway together.It's really nice to have someone with you.

Cheng Jin

Cheng Jin didn't know how he could talk so much, he wanted to talk to Jia Heng every day, and he was always waiting for the person who refused to reply to his letters.Obviously I and Jiaheng are very good friends, but how come I don't have any other contact information with Jiaheng?

Cheng Jin also couldn't remember what Jia Heng looked like, nor could he remember what Jia Heng's last name was.A terrible loneliness haunted him.

It's been a long time since I felt this way.

Cheng Jin started to get scared, so he connected the bluetooth speaker at home and played old-fashioned jazz songs with procrastinated tunes and elegant pronunciation; The sound of machines working...

Cheng Jin suddenly wanted to take a hot bath.

He wants to mail today's letter tomorrow.

Although there is always a not-so-small single-person bathtub in the bathroom, Cheng Jin seldom uses it, because he thinks that if he really wants to "bubble", he must prepare all the bath balls, fragrances, essential oils, body lotions, etc. Things, but he has always found it troublesome, and only hand cream at home.

After thinking and thinking, the desire to take a bath was still too strong, so Cheng Jin endured it and went downstairs to buy aromatherapy oil bath balls.By the way, I sent the letter.

There were still a few steps to go to the mailbox, but Cheng Jin stopped and looked around, but he didn't see the person who was easy to meet here.Cheng Jin's heart, which was already panicking like it was suspended on the glass plank, was smashed down heavily, smashing the glass and sinking into the endless abyss.

He couldn't explain why he was so disappointed, but he still looked the same as usual and threw the letter in.

After shopping home, Cheng Jin couldn't resist buying a bunch of chocolates.

He has never liked to eat snacks, but today he is so hungry that he feels flustered.

Cheng Jin threw the milk-flavored bath ball into the warm water, and only after sitting in it did he feel a substantial sense of belonging.He suddenly remembered what he had seen a long time ago, saying that people who like to sleep curled up are actually because of extreme insecurity. This position is like a fetus in the mother's womb.

He is not curled up now, but his whole body is wrapped in warm water, and the water vapor is warm and sweet. Cheng Jin thinks this is probably the case in the amniotic fluid.

After the jazz song on the Bluetooth speaker is over, it automatically cuts to some songs in the pop music playlist.

Apoca□□e of smoke afterwards

The feeling of sinking in the water and listening to this song is very good, very beautiful.Sitting in a coffee shop on a hill by the sea, in front of you is the vast sea and endless sky, the sun is bright and clean, and your whole body is warm.As the waves dazzled the eyes, I put on my sunglasses and picked up the fresh coffee at hand. Unexpectedly, the people around me felt the same thoughts as you, and reached out to hold his own coffee cup.The backs of your hands touch together.

The owner of the coffee shop was joking with young girls from unknown countries, and even played a local folk song with his guitar for them and you at the same time.

You both looked at each other silently and smiled in tacit understanding, each took a sip of coffee and put it down.Looking at the sea again, it seems that there is nothing that cannot be let go.

Warm wind, sunshine, the sound of waves, fragrant coffee, rich and sweet condensed milk, and a lover with a heart-to-heart relationship.It seems so beautiful to be alive.

But you have no lover.

Cheng Jin, the "dried kelp" that was about to boil in the bathtub, was awakened by the cold, and sighed sadly.

How could this fantasy suddenly arise?