Chapter 1 Three Mistakes in Life
The red steel windows with peeling paint and rust stains separated the scenery outside the windows. There, the eaves of old-fashioned residential buildings occupied half of the sky, and scattered thatch growing on the ceilings of the buildings opposite.
The southwest-facing window does not provide good light, leaving the entire room bathed in half-darkness in the summer afternoon.
There is a bulky three-piece tape radio with the word "Seagull" in red on it, placed against the wall on the left side of the table with a glass panel against the window.
The tape storage boxes on this radio and the cluttered radio frequency bands it could receive accompanied Zhang Chen throughout his student days.
Secondly, how can I say that the layout of this room is quite satisfactory.
There is an old-fashioned mahogany wardrobe that has survived several moves, followed by a bedside table, a bookcase, and a single bed with a handmade wooden frame that has been used since Zhang Chen took a nap.
This is the room where Zhang Chen grew up. If it weren't for the rumors about the demolition compensation policy in this area, Zhang Chen might have disposed of this old house long ago.
Sometimes what I am even more reluctant to face is the 7-inch photo placed on the edge of the table.
It was a photo of his mother, Huang Huifen, holding him in the park when he was five years old. It turned yellow because of the passage of time.
This was the only photo of Huang Huifen he had put out. Apart from that, he had already stuffed the black-and-white portraits of her into the innermost drawer of the bookcase.
His wonderful mother Huang Huifen has really brought him endless "unforgettable" memories. The relationship between mother and son can be described as a chicken and a dog, a pair of enemies, a needle-point wheat awn, a copper pea and an iron frying pan. They cannot be separated from each other. Not visible either.
Zhang Chen has not been a fuel-efficient person since he was a child. His student status file is still very important. Most schools will give Zhang Chen good evaluation. When he was a student, the kindergarten teacher hoped that he would fight less, stop leaving footprints in the sky, and take more care of him. ground. Sometimes parents are invited twice a week. Instead, Huang Huifen often carries the clothes hanger with her. In the corridor, Zhang Chen often rushes out and runs around, while Huang Huifen holds the clothes hanger behind and shouts to beat and kill.
In fact, Zhang Chen really didn't let them worry too much. He didn't read the main books since he was a child, and he only read side stories, novels and Doraemon imported from them. As a result, he always lived in a dream and had an inexplicable high self-esteem. Again, the fear is not that you have the aura of the protagonist, but that you think you have the aura of the protagonist and then run into a tiger.
I neglected my studies, my grades were never good, I failed in the college entrance examination, and I barely managed to get into a university that I could pay for.
Later, when I entered society and hit a wall, I would often get drunk and hide in my old house like today, curl up and get drunk.
Alcohol caused pain in his head. Zhang Chen lay in bed, not looking for a sudden enlightenment. In fact, even if he had a great enlightenment in life, there would still be many pitfalls to go through.
Zhang Chen, who was already bruised and bruised, summarized the first half of his life and had a profound understanding of what are the three mistakes in life.
Once I lost my ambition and talent, my intelligence was not used on the right path. Although I achieved some success later, when I think about the hardships I endured, I still regret that I wasted my time and wasted my time.
The second mistake is to have your eyes too high. There have been many opportunities in front of you, but you have turned a blind eye and failed to see the path you want to take. As a result, you have missed many good opportunities and let down some people.
The third mistake is probably the debt to parents, poor grades, and obstacles everywhere, which makes parents worry about their future all day long.
His mother, Huang Huifen, set up a fruit stall for him, and her health deteriorated at that time.
In order to get good products in a fruit shop, you have to get up at two or three in the morning to pick up the goods. The ones that are late will be taken away by the previous batch. At five o'clock, you will go back to the store to prepare and stock the goods one after another. You often go out to guard the store. My life was irregular, I couldn't eat on time, and I was reluctant to throw away some rotten fruits, even if they contained toxins, I ate them myself. People at that time were not so particular.
Huang Huifen suffered from stomach pain for a long time and neglected to check her body. The last check revealed that it was in the advanced stage.
At that time, Zhang Chen was drifting away from home and hurried back. His father Zhang Zhonghua also took care of him when he was sick. Zhang Chen accompanied Huang Huifen on her last journey. Seeing her losing weight from a slightly chubby figure to a clothes rack, he was exhausted and saw her. In the end, the oil ran out and the lamp dried up, draining the last vitality of the family and passing away.
Zhang Chen still can't forget her last words of holding his hand. That is not a summary of life, a warning to him, or a mother's guilt or sustenance for her child.
Instead, he said, "I'm so hungry, Chenchen, I'm so hungry..."
Zhang Chen's eyebrows and nose wrinkled up, and he burst into tears again.
He couldn't tell how many times he had been so confused in the old house. It turned out that the most painful thing in life, the greatest loss, was not that he had lost his spring and autumn and was lonely, or that he wanted to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and drink with him, but he ended up not being like that young man.
The biggest loss in life is that the tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop, and the child wants to be raised but the family doesn't wait for it.
Zhang Chen spent the first half of his life experiencing three mistakes in life.
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The semi-darkness of this room gradually disappeared from the grid divided by the red steel windows at dusk, and Zhang Chen didn't know when he fell drunk and fell asleep on the bed.
However, the dusk light and shadow reflected on the wall are moving visibly with the naked eye. From the gloomy scarlet light, it gradually turns into orange, red and yellow. The light spots of the square pattern gradually form a bright and light color. .
There are dust particles in the beam, which is clear and transparent.
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The knocking on the door sounded, becoming more and more urgent.
Zhang Chen was gradually awakened by the noise. He squinted at the light entering the house, wondering if it was the collector who read the water meter and paid the utility bill?
I go back to this old house every few months but never live here. Is there any unpaid water and electricity bills? Could it be that the water company is stealing it? I want to call 12345!
The anger in Zhang Chen's heart increased sharply, gradually diluting the seal on his hangover brain.
He opened his mouth and shouted, "Who is it! What a lunatic!"
However, this sound did not have the hoarseness and depression that belonged to his original voice. Instead, it had some greenness. Moreover, Zhang Chen was stunned as soon as he made the sound, because his body did not have the usual heavy reaction after a hangover, and there was no sound in his mouth. The smell of stale alcohol.
This reaction seemed to arouse the temper of the person who knocked on the door. The key that had been hanging in the lock cylinder was turned, and the door handle "clicked!" and was thrown open with a downward pressure.
A chubby woman with curly hair and an angry face appeared at the door, "Zhang Chen, look what time it is! The sun is shining on your butt, why don't you get up! Your dad went to work early, and I cooked for you. The noodles are almost turning into balls, so quickly roll them up and eat them before going to school!”
There is no light and shadow dividing the dusk.
It is clearly a world of early morning school again.
On the other side of the light, the woman frowned coldly.
On the other side of the bed, there was a young man who was lost in time.
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