It's a lifetime./Le Xiaomi

There are so many ifs. Look, I remember all of them for you.

For so many years, I have always remembered your soft and greasy hair, just as beautiful as a girl's. You always say that this is the only gift that Horo left you. Because Horo once had such beautiful hair. You always say it over and over again, and there is a smell of crying in your voice.

You, who read the name of Horo, are on my back, and so, gradually, gradually fell asleep. Your little arm, always so cold, is around my neck. Because I fell asleep, your little head rested on my thin little shoulder. Beautiful hair, a little bit stuck to my skin.

Hormone, I never told you. Oh, I didn't tell you. Although you were so thin at that time, you were really heavy. Therefore, I have always been famous for my kindness, beauty, diligence and generosity, and I can't help but want to throw you to the ground many times, and I will be relieved if I die.

I didn't do this, on the one hand, because I was too hardworking, kind, beautiful and generous; On the other hand, I'm worried that if I can't kill you and fall silly again, what should I do?

when you were a normal child, you were already a little follower who made me very upset; In case you really fall abnormally by me, I'm carrying a fool everywhere. How humiliating I am.

So, just like this, I am only two years older than you. After careful consideration, I carried you behind my back with a good temper, and I lived a life that was neither too long nor too short.

horwood, what are the two words you often like to say? Do you remember? You like to say "if" If if what, then what.

You said-"If I take that beautiful orange rubber from Lin Doudou, I will become a thief, won't I?" "If I eat one less peach, Holo can eat one more peach, right?" "If I lost all my hair and became a young monk, you wouldn't love me so much, would you?" .....

So many ifs, Hormone, you see, I remember them for you.

The girl named Horo in Erlanqi Street

If.

If there were no Lu Mingchuan, I think the following things would always be just the most common bits and pieces in life. About me and that kid named Homer.

however, because of Lu mingchuan, all this has turned into a story.

I told Lu Mingchuan that I like the look of Schima.

At that time, Lu Mingchuan was staring blankly at the draft. The canthus eyebrows were as cool as mint, and there was a kind of indifference that was bustling and dying. It quietly flowed out of his picturesque eyes and fell into my heart, but it was a raging wave.

then, he smiled at me politely.

In this quiet studio, facing the man I like, despite his absent-minded appearance, I am still talking about Schima like a fool.

I like the look of Schima.

I like his dark eyes like a baby; I like the small dimples on his face when he laughs; Oh, what else? And his soft greasy hair, when running in Shan Ye, always magnificently in the wind, revealing his full and clean forehead. Then he smiled at me, very naive.

He called me Blue Flag Girl; I call him Mumu, Hoho, um, or Hoho. I know it's hypocritical of me to call him that, but forgive me. At that time, we were at the age when our baby teeth first changed.

when I grow up, I often think of how many years ago, when I was changing my deciduous teeth, when I smiled at each other, why didn't I think the "black hole" after the other person lost his teeth was funny? You know, we always expose each other's shortcomings. Ever since I was a kid.

half of my kindness to Schima is due to Horo.

If Lotus is the sister of Hormone, my best friend when I was a child, and the most beautiful little girl in Lanqi Street. Since I was a child, I thought that there would be a long, long time, and I could only be the supporting role of Horo.

However, at the age of going to school, life divided Horo and me into heaven and earth. Blue Flag Street was originally a poor area in this town, and Horo's family is the poorest family in the whole poor area. Their family is burdened with too many debts, just like the thick dust on the ancient streets of Blue Period Street. Even a poor person like my family can be his creditor, and the situation can be imagined.

So, after I study, Horo can only wait for me quietly outside the classroom door with a small Schima, and stand on tiptoe to look at everything in the classroom.

lotus and Schima superba. Two little heads are dangling in the bright sun, waiting for me to finish school; Then, we go home together.

when I meet some deep inlets, I jump my feet and draw water, and the sewage overflows my knees. Looking back, I saw the thin lotus struggling to carry the lotus wood on the water. Schima is behind her, with dark eyes and soft hair, tightly leaning on her thin back, very dependent.

after I got home, I was proud to be their teacher. Hemu folded me the best rattan from the stream as a pointer, and carefully repaired it with a knife.

clean and beautiful. Just like the girl named Horo in front of my eyes.

I don't know if comparing a beautiful girl to a "pointer" makes me mentally retarded. But I believe that this metaphor is better than my description that the most beautiful boy in our class is as beautiful as an ashtray. What needs to be declared is that the glass ashtray my uncle brought back from Shanghai was the most splendid thing in our family that year.

By the way, I don't know if I'm too precocious. Anyway, at that time, I thought that beautiful little boy who looked like an ashtray was really beautiful. I thought at that time, those beautiful candy bars wrapped in colorful candy paper were so sweet, so that beautiful "ashtray" boy must be very sweet to eat. Therefore, I will lend him my eraser, and I will take a few more walks in front of his seat when I lend my exercise book.

even when I grew up, I didn't tell Hormone about it. I'm afraid he will disdainfully call me a "smelly rascal". He used so many words since he was a child that he was nothing like gentle Horo.

gentle horuo never quarreled with me, but I stopped talking to her for a while because of the ashtray, because every time the ashtray man saw horuo who came to see me at school, he would smile brighter than a sunflower.

tell me, can I not be jealous? Can I not be jealous? Although I was very young at that time, I was precocious as a girl, so what?

Unfortunately, after that, only Schima waited for me quietly outside the classroom. After returning home, only Hemu was my primary school student. Because Horo needed to work hard for this poor family, he went to the stream to pick rattan, and then woven all kinds of big baskets, hunched his little body and dragged them to the town to sell.

Alas, she was so young at that time. Like me, she was only seven years old.

At that time, Homewood was only five years old, my little student.

Sanhe Mu, in the future, I will be as good to you as Horo.

two years later, horwood is old enough to go to school. As the only son in the family, he doesn't have to suffer as much as Horo, but he can enjoy the right to go to school. At that time, the ashtray boy was more beautiful, but he often went to the stream to find Horo after school and help her pick rattan.

that little boy and that little girl, so innocent and pure smile, as bright as a stream. But it shows a truth, I will never be as outstanding as gentle Horo, even if she doesn't study, she will always shine like a pearl.

for this reason, I had a serious illness-now I think about it, I am simply the best, and I can be so precocious! I also know that acacia becomes a disease!

When I was ill, Horo came to see me, and I had two goose eggs in my arms. Her smile was so bright that she slipped it into my bed. She said, Blue Flag, I picked it from the stream when I went to pick rattan. My family didn't know it, so I hid it for you quietly. I was afraid that if my family knew it, I would give it to Schima, and you wouldn't get it. She said, blue flag, hurry up!

In the bed, those two goose eggs are so warm, as warm as gentle lotus seeds.

On the first school day of Hormone, Hormone got up early, with two pigtails scattered, banged on my door and brought Hormone to me. She said, Blue Flag, you can take Hormone to school in the future!

that day, I took Schima to school, and Horo went to town to sell baskets.

When she left, Hormone kept dragging her. Horo smiled at him and said, Hormone is obedient, and my sister makes money for your study. Hormone is willing to follow me quietly.

When I passed the inlet, Hormone stopped and looked at me with longing eyes, hoping that I would carry him like Horo. And I, on the other side, looked at him obstinately, hoping that this child who always depended on Horo would walk alone.

That day, Hormone walked unhappily through the water inlet, got his pants wet and dirty like a pig, dragging his wet pants behind me and rolling his eyes at me all the time.

After school, when I sent Schima home, Schima puffed her cheeks and said, Blue Flag, I will tell Horo that you are not good to me!

I said, you go ahead, and Holo won't be angry with me! You little stalker!

Holo really won't be angry with me, because just today, there was a car accident in the town, and the beautiful and sensible Holo closed her eyes forever.

On that day, in front of Horo's small body, Hormu kept crying. He said, Sister, wake up, I want you to send me to school. The blue flag is not good, and it always bullies me.

From that day on, I never "bullied" Schima again. Because at the age of nine, I couldn't talk for a long time like a fool in front of Horo's small body. Finally, I took hold of the crying Hormone and said, I said, Hormone, in the future, I will be as good to you as Horo!

At that time, Hormone cried in my arms with a runny nose and stained my new clothes.

from that day on, every time I pass that inlet, I will bend down and carry the Schima on my back. I think I am Horo, to love and spoil this child! When Homewood is on my back, I often mumble a word: Sister.

many years later, I have been thinking about what she looked like when she was talking about her sister on my back, with her small head, fine hair and attached expression.

No matter how long I hold back my tears, I will endure. As long as there is a breakthrough, I will burst out.

I think I will always live in the shadow of Horo, as long as Hormone calls me my sister.

However, after I was fourteen years old, Hormone stopped calling me sister and Blue Flag girl. Instead, he called me "hello" in a hoarse voice. I often snicker, the strange voice of this teenager who has entered the voice change period.

until she was fourteen years old, Hormone always looked up to me. When he entered the age of fourteen, he suddenly burst into youth and jumped three levels in height, changing to a state where I looked up at him.

Homewood said triumphantly, Hey, shortleg, you can call me brother.

at this time, I should be sixteen. At the age of sixteen, I suddenly didn't adapt to this sudden change, about me and Schima.

fortunately, that year, I was in high school in the city and Hormu was in junior high school in the town, so this feeling of discomfort did not overflow in my whole life, but only happened when we both went back to Lanqi Street together.

Once, I went to the stream with Homewood to catch crabs, and Homewood smiled at me and said, Hey, short legs, don't fall into the water and get out!

Actually, that day, I especially wanted to refute him. I wanted to talk to this boy who was a little jerk. A few days ago, I just looked in the mirror for a long time and found that my legs didn't look very short, but they were quite long. So, Hormone, don't call me short legs.

at that time, I suddenly felt that I was like a child. At that time, I called him a coward. So, in order to prove that he is not a coward, he climbed to my window in the middle of the night and knocked on the glass, calling my name, Blue Flag Girl, Blue Flag Girl, you see, I am not a coward, I can go out at midnight.

As a result, that night, I was scared by his dark eyes and had a high fever. I stayed at home for seven days.

In the past seven days, Hormone stubbornly didn't go to class, and he has been carefully beside me, probing his furry little head with red eyes like a rabbit. Look at me straight.

I think he must be afraid that I, like the beautiful Horo, have loved and spoiled him and then suddenly left without warning.

As it turns out, I am not beautiful enough, so God is not interested in me. A week later, I am alive and kicking in front of Schima.

I woke up, and Hormone opened her front teeth and smiled, but finally she cried.

It turns out that tears will burst out as long as there is a breakthrough.

five deep red, indigo, tangled appearance.

When Homer was fifteen, she was admitted to my high school. That day, I invited him to grapefruit road to eat snails. Very hot and spicy feeling, Schima ate sweating all over.

It was also that day that I saw the most gorgeous color in the world, with deep red and indigo intertwined. It was also that day that I first met Lu Mingchuan. Of course, at that time, I didn't know his name. Call him a strange man for the time being.

On the long street of Youzi Road, this strange young man with a paintbrush painted a sunset like fire, in contrast to the deep blue clouds. Just like human nature, it can be as bright as an angel or as dark as a devil.

I wanted to stop, but I was dragged away by Schima.

because of the spicy snail meal on grapefruit street, Schima superba's pink face began to get pimples. Hormone stared at me sadly and said, hey, short legs, are you jealous of my good looks?

Schima is really beautiful, just like Horo at that time. I like his clear-spring eyes, and I can always see the bottom.

Homer said, I have always harmed him, since I was a child. When I was a child, I called him a coward. In order to add masculinity to him, I put two leaves on his mouth and made a beard. Because of the lack of three-dimensional sense, the leaves were replaced by caterpillars. As a result, his mouth became swollen and fat. Now, I'm pounding him with Chili peppers to get acne and ruin his face.

He even pretended that his mouth was fat. He said, Blue Flag, it's a good thing you didn't want to add masculinity to me by adding chest hair, otherwise, this caterpillar in the chest would definitely turn me into a balloon!

Actually, I didn't mean to grow up, so how can I give up?

at the age of six, who can understand? I once came over mountains and mountains for a man who didn't even know his own name.

I thought I would never see the young man with beautiful hands and bright colors again. Until the next spring, a new studio was opened on the street next to the school, named "Time flies away"; The studio recruits students who study painting.

A few days later, many girls who have been to the studio talked about the teacher who taught painting. They said that his name was Lu Mingchuan, a man with beautiful hands and a painter with bright colors.