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It was a long time after my father left that my mother told me about her, Wanxi, that leaf-like girl. Mother said you met her at your father's funeral. At my father's funeral? I said, not taking it seriously. But I soon discovered something strange about my mother. My mother was sitting on the same sofa as me. She turned sideways subconsciously because she was talking; because she was nervous or something else, she was sitting very weakly, half of her butt was hanging on the sofa, and the other half was hanging. Her chest was swollen until it reached her throat, and her neck was stretched up, as if her whole body was hanging in mid-air.

The continued production of literature also depends on the construction of the most basic parts of literature. This construction is to help new people emerge, to look forward to new works brought by new people, to bring new sensibilities, and to produce new ways of thinking and art of expression.

I finally got permission to spend the night at my aunt's house. My aunt is not my biological aunt, but my mother's best friend, but I feel closer to her than my mother. As for my aunt's husband, the man I call my uncle, I don't compare him with my father. The reason is that my father's status in the family is too high. He has become a symbol, just like the painting in the main hall of our house, which only governs our spirit and never interferes with our daily life.

I was sitting in my brother's shop that day. It's hard to believe that my brother's shop is in a place that's not even a community. The buildings on three sides formed a long and narrow courtyard. The side facing the street was sealed from left to right by a large hollow iron gate, surrounding the courtyard into a cage. Not to mention a tree, not even a blade of grass could be seen in the yard. There was only a gray-white concrete floor that could be trampled on. My brother rented Yuanba for almost free and opened a Sichuan-style snack bar. It did a good business selling cold noodles with jelly, chicken wings and duck feet. Even so, my brother still complains all day long. His biggest wish now is for a lump of gold to fall from the sky, and it would be better if it hits him directly into his arms, so that he doesn't even have to bend his back.

What a close companionship it was. Speechless. Like people and their shadows. What is he waiting for? Send me away? So loyal to send me away. Because I want to leave. I should shake his hand. Just when this idea came to my mind, I was pushed into the iron gate that meant disconnection by the crowd behind me. I've lost my chance. A burning pain suddenly burned through the top of my head. I stood out from the crowd and was already very close to Lu Nan. Only then did I realize my hand. I was holding a suitcase in one hand and a large bag in the other. In other words, I don't have one hand to hold the other hand at all. It's not because of the crowds. Don't blame time for being ruthless. The source of all this disorder and haste turns out to be me. This is me. A person who always wants and refuses.