He Xinjun 丨 45 -degree horns sky

Author: He Xinjun

Photo by Xu Yahe

The temperature in the morning has not risen. Those who walked out of the house were wearing yesterday's jackets or suit, and quickly merged into the torrent of the street. However, a person wears a old white half -sleeved shirt with something left on it. Any clothes will be left with folds. No one noticed him, and no one noticed that he was talking. There are trees around, the flowers that have been bloomed and unblocked, and the bright sunlight. His whispered, there was no sound. Perhaps from the moment he walked out of the house, he was talking to himself and what he couldn't see to others around him. What is he talking about? No one can hear it clearly.

When I walked to the crossroads, many people stopped, and many cars stopped. He didn't mean to stop. No one knows where he comes from and where you go. However, after a few steps, he stood in the middle of the road, but he was not left and left, and it seemed that he found his own position there. The head is slightly sideways to the left, and the eyes are obliquely obliquely. He stared at the sky over there, where is there? There is a blue sky, the top of the building, and the treetops that can block the eyes. He not only stared at it, but also spoke loudly. Although his voice was loud, the words he said fell in the ears of the people who were about to cross the road, and he couldn't even be sentenced. You need to stop behind the zebra crossing through the green light. For fear of moving forward, a certain part of the car will touch his legs or buttocks; or he turns around, and he will come to the car and not give the car the opportunity to make room for space. Later, a car cleverly walked north through the gaps of people, and the other car turned into the south to the south. No vehicle dared to pass through the cross road and passed the man's body into the alley on the east.

I met him in the alley on the east. It was not like this at that time. On the day of March or April, he walked in the alleys of peach blossoms and apricot flowers in one foot. The red scarf on the chest is as eye -catching. The children entered the school, and he entered the "Leiyin Temple" behind the school. The villagers crossed the temple fair, and the "Leiyin Temple" was crowded with people. The thick cypress flavor permeates the surroundings, and the light blue smoke overflows from the temple, mixed with the hot air from fried cakes and fried cakes in the alley.

When he walks into the temple gate, he must like the villagers in the village, give the clay sculpture on the Tusaki a few fragrances, take a few heads, and listen to the clay sculpture on the table in silence; or just kneel — the village in the village People think that those clay sculptures that have accepted the incense and the essence of heaven and earth are known -to connect each other's hearts, they can unlock their heart knots and return to carefree.

Even without a temple fair, he wandered in front of the Red Gate of "Leiyin Temple". Shortly after the heavy snow, the cold wind on the street was looking for the holes in the clothes to drill in, the trousers could not stop, the pants could not stop, the buttocks were cold, and the thighs and calves seemed to be exposed for a long time. I hope that I can get to the unit soon, and I see this man, black leather jacket, hemp pants, hands in the sleeve, and naked white cotton wool in the sleeve. Maybe standing in front of Hongmen for a long time, he stomped his feet. I sent him a cigarette and said, brother, go back. His obliquely red eyes looked at me, stretched out the fingers of Qiao Baba, clamped the cigarette tightly, and before I clicked, he tilted his head to the side and said a long string of words I didn't understand.

Now, he keeps saying on the cross road that occasionally with some abstract actions. Originally, he was standing. Then, his left foot took half a step forward, his right foot tiptoe, his left and right shoulders sank backwards, squeezed in the middle, and his chest was pushed to the front. Like each other, it looks terrible.

Perhaps not long ago, something touched his nerves and activated a scene of sleeping in his brain. Today, he can't get out of it.

"Don't pour garbage, the barrel is empty ... The broom has been used for two years, isn't it me intentionally ..."

The chin, mouth, and eyes are still oblique at 45 degrees. However, the chin was drumming and worked hard to top the air. A foam flowing from the corner of the mouth, leaving a foam of toothpaste when brushing the teeth in the morning.

"The cement is wet ..."

Without finishing a complete sentence, he shrank his head sharply, his left arm quickly raised, and his elbows bent out of the air were blocked in the air.

"Baby disease, doctor ..."

The foam at the corner of his mouth pulled out his saliva, hanging down, and he was about to hit his feet.

I want to go up and send him a cigarette. When you order cigarettes, he can hear: brother, return.

In fact, at this time he was immersed in the world where he was lost, and he looked confused. When I have a confused symptoms, I ca n’t go out to learn, and my mother will call me soul. My mother thought that I was frightened and stimulated, lost my God, and lost my soul. I don't know where God is, and the soul is hidden in which corner. The mother said that she returned home a few souls, and God was safe. At this time, his soul may have left the body, watching him at the air at 45 degrees above his head.

I believe it was the morning that deviated from the track, which caused his body to stop briefly, so that God lost and his soul went far. And the flesh couldn't keep up, he was overwhelmed at the crossroads, talking to himself, walking all the way.

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