A Vulgar Summer

In fact, I saw that Yi Chun was going abroad When everyone was about to separate, I had begun to wonder if it was be, and I had forgotten the he in the text, so I continued reading with a regretful attitude. The story did not develop as I thought, which surprised me. As I continued to read, I finally remembered that Yi Chun and Jiang Yu are two very brave people. They are free and easy without being restrained. They dare to love and hate without being restrained. They are like two birds flying in the mountains. They have been around for a long time and have seen the scenery, but they still miss each other, so they will eventually see each other again and meet again. I really, really love this book, and thank Xiaorun for writing such a good work. When I read it, I always think of my mother, the time I cried on her shoulder, and the time she held my hand and sighed that it was as big as my mother's hand. It has the power to give people warmth and emotion, and makes me feel that the time I have never participated in has a vague but clear look.

First of all, congratulations on the completion! Sprinkle flowers! Thank you for your hard work during the serialization! I am very happy to be with you until the end, and very lucky to read this story. Coincidentally, when I was writing this, the background player played the song Tropical Rainforest that I listened to when I first read this novel in the order of the song list. It is no exaggeration to say that on days without updates, I was listening to this song throughout the end of March. So to a large extent this song reminds me of Yichun and Jiang Yu. "Vulgar Summer" is the story of "thousands of miles of green" in my mind. I first noticed this book in early March (if I remember correctly). One night at two o'clock in the morning, I forgot what I was looking for. I clicked on the Redemption tab on the web version of Jinjiang (I usually use the app, so I thought that night was magical). This book was clearly hanging on the first page, and it instantly attracted me among the long titles. Then when I read the copy, hey, I got a feeling about it, so I saved it. That night I opened it and read the first two paragraphs. I didn't read it because I wasn't in a suitable state to read. Later it was forgotten in my collection for a long time. It was another boring night, and I randomly clicked on this book with the default cover in my recent reading. When I read that Yi Chun carefully covered the bag of figs and sat on the train south, and finally did not drag it away and threw it into the trash can, I quit and took a breath, and then read down. At that time, it was only updated to four chapters. I finished reading it in a short time, and then started to urge the update hahh. In fact, I was screaming when I read the third chapter. I was surprised and told my friends: Why would someone write about the male protagonist's armpit hair? I really didn't expect that. Unexpectedly, I was attracted to Yi Chun. Her random thoughts in adolescence, her definition of mother, and her restraint on relatives reminded me of my seventeenth year old to a certain extent. When I was seventeen years old, I was living under someone else's roof, so I understand the kind of distance that "blood is thicker than water, but relationships are extremely shallow." After watching "The Round Dance" last month, Yishu wrote about Zhou Chengyu: "Later on, I suffered many hardships in my life, but the first one was the hardship of being dependent on others, which was worse than birth, old age, illness and death." The embarrassment and awkwardness of living under someone else's roof, and the embarrassment that could not be hidden, were all forced to be spread out in a room of less than fifty square meters. She stayed away from her hometown and her mother, and followed her biological mother to Guangzhou. She slept on a bed separated by a curtain. In front of her "biological father" who had no impression or favor, she had no privacy, no drawers or rooms to put the girl's worries, only the awareness of how to act as a qualified child. She may have known she should act grateful, but she was more confused by the behavior. Just like I don't understand why people must be bound by blood. Can't we still live without this relationship? Why must the umbilical cord that was cut at birth be re-tied at both ends, or even more people. The father figure in this story is almost always invisible. I remember Wang Lihua, Wang Qin, A Cai, and even Xiaoyu's mother who carried her younger brother everywhere looking for her, but I can't remember Yi Chun's biological father, or Jiang Yu's father. They are all blurry, as if they have no face. Wang Lihua feels like tough grass to me, or more like reeds. Wang Qin is the golden kapok on the street. It is neither magnificent nor stunning. It can be seen everywhere, but it is different and more vivid than the usual red kapok. Acai is a delicate and strong camellia. When it withers, the whole flower falls directly, like a heart hitting the ground. The mother of the little fish is like a bundle of hay, losing the color and moisture that belongs to plants, and living withered. When you write about mother in the article, you are specific. I don't think there's anyone better suited to say this than me. I woke up this morning and saw the ending of this article. I read it very slowly. After reading it for a while, I finally realized something. A smell that was so familiar that I couldn't tell what it was even if it appeared came to my nose. After a few minutes, I saw the mosquito coils lit in the corner. The first reaction was: Haven't you finished burning it in one night? The second reaction is: I didn't seem to light mosquito coils last night. The weather in Chongqing has started to heat up recently, and there are more mosquitoes. My mother always helps me put the mosquito coils in my room. It rained last night and the temperature dropped. Before she went to bed, she asked me if there were no mosquitoes. I said yes, and then no mosquitoes. I'm sure I didn't do it last night and it was just her, maybe she woke up and came to my room to order it. I said that the first thing that attracted me to this book was the description of my mother. To be precise, it was the description of Wang Lihua. One summer when she was working in the fields, I used my newly bought camera to stand on the balcony and take pictures of her. I said the pictures were very clear despite being so far away. The focus was zoomed in, and behind her was a mountain that was much taller than her, filling my lens. During the harvest season last September, when everyone was breaking corn, I took a sickle and looked for red corn stalks in the field, because they would have a slight sweet taste when chewed. It's not that I really like it, I just think it's fun. This spring she bought a lot of sweet sorghum to plant and asked me where it would be suitable to plant it. I knew she was thinking about that, but she never said it, and neither did I. I pretended not to know that she loved me, as if this would alleviate some of my guilt for her. When I was a teenager, I wanted to run away from her like crazy, but something happened later that made me still not understand the blood relationship, but I acquiesced in its existence. I voluntarily stood under the invisible umbilical cord and let it tie me, and then stayed with her. Later she got a cat, and the cat gave birth to kittens. She said she wanted to throw it away, but she actually asked around to find someone to put it up for adoption. After having a cat at home, I slowly began to understand what seemed to me to be an awkward relationship between her and me. She nurtured me more than I nurtured the cats. After breaking away from the relationship between mother and daughter, I felt even more ashamed of her. It's the guilt of a woman who gives to another woman unconditionally and without any bottom line but can't reciprocate. For a long time, I thought that I was a very bad person. Self-denial, deep doubt, and searching for meaning and questioning existence became almost a daily necessity. But after realizing that she loved me, I began to accept my origin, name, appearance, temper, poverty and past. Stop competing with yourself and start to experience life, plant flowers and bask in the sun, feed the cat and listen to the birds. Just living is good, living healthy is already good. I was watching her the other day. Her nose was like a small slope emerging from a hill. At that moment, I suddenly realized that my flat nose came from here. How can I describe the feeling at that moment? It's like she split off me, giving me a part with features similar to hers, but independent of her, growing into another soul. Sorry, I told a long story about myself. But to be honest, compared to the explanation given by Yi Chun and Jiang Yu at the end, when I was watching it, I wanted to know whether Yi Chun met Wang Lihua when he returned to the north before going to the United States. But it doesn't matter anymore. The ending is already much better than meeting each other. I love this story. Thank you for writing it out. The reading process is like experiencing with them the time soaked in the hot greenery of Guangzhou, the continuous rain, the damp corners, and the sour green gummy candies. There's nothing tacky about this summer. Thank you Jiarun. 2025.04.22

Damn it! Damn it!! Who knows how shocked I am when told in the first person! Oh My God! It feels like the climax suddenly stopped for a moment, that kind of blankness and shock! It was a completely unexpected way of handling it, but in retrospect, it was indeed harmonious and in line with the direction of the situation. The separation was the end of the story. Jiarun, don't be so good at writing! I'm going to love you to death!! Please be sure to continue writing, this perception and description are unique! I'm so looking forward to seeing this book published! I will also recommend it to Duoduo. I hope more people can watch TvT! And please give me a way to send a private message, where is it? [Let me be healthy]

When I first read this story, I always felt very depressed. I don't know why sometimes I shed tears unconsciously while watching it. It may be that a certain part of the story or a certain emotion the author tells resonates with my emotions in life. I am not good at how to deal with the love and pressure from my parents. I often choose to escape, but I feel very guilty in my heart. I know that they love me, and I love them too.

I guessed it!! I guessed it from the time she looked at it twice before returning the book on the plane! Fig King callback!

My mother was making pickles last month. She would cut the mustards as soon as she opened her eyes every day. When the weather was fine, she cut the mustards to bask in the sun. When it rained, she cut the mustards and bask in the sun when the weather was fine. Last year it tasted good, but this year it was because I said Lao Gan Ma's spicy vegetables were delicious. I looked at the ingredient list and found that they were mustard greens, so she planted them and made part of them into pickles and part into sauerkraut. However, I like to eat expired pickles and she said that my taste was not good. She is not very good at making wine. She made a jar of rice wine the summer before last, but it didn't ferment properly and turned moldy. My cousin and I even took a sip of it and it was so bitter!

I hope we all don't forget that vulgar summer

I'm so lucky. I just finished reading it today and found out that I just updated the extra chapter.

It's actually a side story of Xiaoyu!

It's really interesting to end with finding the ending. It's really well written.