Era+Imagination+Eating Melon and Watching a Show+Micro Group Portrait
In the spring of 1978, a "model couple" moved into the Northern Heping Courtyard - Su Suizi, who was wearing braids and could carry a sewing machine up to the rafters with one hand, and Cheng Yansheng, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and always helped the third uncle with his abacus. No one knew that this couple, who respected each other as if they were guests, updated a "Melon-eating Notebook" in the secret room of the attic every night, recording the secrets of the parents in the courtyard for twenty years: the third uncle used a magnifying glass to count every green onion borrowed by the neighbor, but when Qin Huairu's children When he had a fever, he secretly grinded antipyretic tablets; Xu Damao secretly fed Sha Zhu's braised pork to the cat, but when Lou Xiao'e was hospitalized, he exchanged all the money from reselling it for imported medicine; Sha Zhu turned over the table when he was scolding, but turned around and buried two more eggs in the lunch box of the child preparing for the exam...
There are unspoken thoughts hidden in the letter: in 1975, he secretly hid her work badge that she dropped in the snow, and in 1976, she had known that he had dug into a leaky bucket just to watch her fill it. During the Spring and Autumn Period of the past 20 years, food stamps were exchanged for stocks, and 28 bicycles became taxis. Only the notes in the attic became thicker and thicker - remembering the hard words and soft hearts of the third uncle who secretly oiled the sewing machine, and remembering that Xu Damao was ill. When Fang read the letter, he laughed and said, "You are not simple." He also remembered that on the eve of the demolition, he stroked the calluses she had made from moving briquettes and said softly, "The first time I saw you squatting on the beam and chewing on the bun, I thought, this girl has a light in her eyes."
This is the fireworks memory of a generation: in the sparks of the briquette stove, in the jingle of the 28-year-old bicycle, in the collision between the scratches of the roof beams and the beads of the abacus, the calculated weight and the guarded warmth will eventually turn into the sweetest melon in time.
