Yanin
One day, I accidentally dug out a childhood book and picked up an Imagist painting on a rough white paper. The stars in the picture are big, but they are green. The sky is yellow, full of grotesque fantasy creatures. The wind is like an undulating musical line. The moon is red, bent into a bud, like a small mouth, with an annoyed expression. The sun is a dodecagon. The mountains in the distance are like a bunch of swords and halberds, but they are purple. Paths are like rubber bands, they are invisible.
Such a childish painting suddenly attracted my whole heart's attention, and an elf-like girl, Dummy Sweet, was revived in my memory. She has been away from my heart for almost twenty years, but it hasn't disappeared. It's that she hides at the end of a nerve in my brain, waiting for the activation of this painting, and then quickly breeds countless images like a computer virus, which are colorful in my mind and can't be calm. No way, I can only write about her, the elf's childhood partner, and let her be reborn in this short story.
Dumb Tian Tian and I were born in the same year. She is in June and I am in November. We were born in the same village, called Yiwan Village. The difference is that the dumb sweet mother works in the sand field and feels a stomachache. She ran to the nearby Shawanzi and squatted down to give birth to her. I was born on a heatable adobe sleeping platform and came into this world when my mother was fully prepared. Also, the dumb sweet was not born, because she was born dumb. Except for the mother's moan, the birth of the mute is silent. Unlike me, my mother suffered a lot when she was born. After she was born, she loved to cry and cried loudly, just like playing a trumpet.
The name A Dai Sweet was given by her mother, because her hair is as cool as a weeping willow in spring, and her face is round, just like an apple ripe in autumn, and she has two dimples when she smiles; Her big eyes are bottomless. In each eye, there are two pupils as white as rice grains. Amazingly, her eyelashes covering her eyes are long and dense, and they are arranged very beautifully. Also, her small mouth is as red as two petals. Except when eating, she always pouts when she is in Lian Xiao.
Such a face, such a pair of eyes, such a clever but dumb mouth, let everyone praise the child for being so sweet. In fact, the real sweetness of dumb sweetness is her silent smile, which is expressed with her eyes. Because of a smile, white clouds flashed in her eyes. I was worried later, but I just couldn't figure out why. For this, I asked my mother. Mom said it was the reflection of the eyes, and the reflection reflected the clouds in the sky. I don't believe it. When Britney was in the room, I made her laugh on purpose, but I still saw white clouds floating out. I'll tell my mother again, and my mother will see it. My mother had a brainwave, so she gave her a sweet name-dumb sweet. People used to call it Sargam.
A Dai and his sweet parents are the most honest farmers in the village. They have five children, and Tian Tian is the youngest and only daughter. It's really nothing to describe that both her parents look miserable. Her brothers all look like their father or mother, and she is the only one who doesn't follow them, forming a fairy tale child. This is an incredible mutation.
Our family and dumb sweet family are the nearest neighbors. We are the same age and have played together since childhood. It seems that when my mother said I was learning English, my sweet mother came to see me with her in her arms. We hugged and played together, and I was so happy and sweet, but I just sipped my mouth and smiled with my face and eyes. At that time, we were still young and didn't understand two mothers, one sighing and the other comforting. This is a scene that I later remembered in my imagination according to my mother's words. I regard it as my own memory.
The experience of youth is very simple, because it is young. When we were all six years old, a disease spread in the village, and nine out of ten children were not spared. Fortunately, this disease is not fatal, but it makes people have a runny nose, fever and unconsciousness. Parents don't know, it's urgent, and they have taken their children to the commune health center to see a doctor. The doctor took his temperature. God, they all had a high fever.
Sweet body temperature is the same, as high as 42 degrees. But unlike us, she ran around our beds in the hospital as if nothing had happened. The doctors were very surprised. As soon as the adults communicated, they isolated Tian Tian and observed her. They found that she was normal except for her high temperature, and there were no symptoms of runny nose and confusion. The doctors stood together to discuss the matter. Finally, they were surprised and allowed adults to take her back to the village.
The infectious disease passed and we all returned to the village. The commune health center specially sent doctors to the village for treatment and observation. We must take our temperature every day. As a result, everyone is in a normal state, and only Tian Tian is still "running a high fever". So the sweet name was once changed to her temperature: "42 degrees". When the infectious disease is completely over, everyone can play together again, and the sweet name is called back.
As the saying goes, ten deaf and nine dumb, sweet and dumb are accompanied by deafness, but she has a pair of magical eyes. She shouldn't hear what we have learned, but she can learn everything, sometimes faster than we understand. It's just that what she understands, how much is the correct meaning and how much is the reflection of taking it for granted, which is the problem that she finally failed to understand.
In spring, a group of children play with mud in the team yard. Mud was dug from a wetland in the corner of the yard. We pinch clay figurines, wagons, cocks, pigs and cows. This is Tian Tian's favorite game, because she doesn't look like anyone except an animal with three eyes and two legs. We laughed at her for pinching it wrong, but she didn't refute it because she couldn't speak and couldn't hear us. We boys are not interested in kneading, so we knead the mud into the shape of a steamed corn-bread, and then throw the gun on the hard ground. Whoever throws the loudest gun and cracks it will win the other side a piece of mud. We like it very much, and when we are too tired to play, we come to see it again. Everything that Britney Spears packed us in a mess was carefully repaired. We happily took the clay figurine and the mud horse home and basked in the sun in our yard until it hardened. When adults saw our work, they all praised it. We are proud, but we are also a little childish, thanks to Yu Tiantian's skillful hands.
A little bigger, the scope of activities gradually expanded and began to undertake some housework. We often carry wicker baskets to collect firewood in the desert. This kind of job is often the most free and happy time for us. Everyone took off their shoes and jumped around on the soft sand dunes, playing with sandbags, catching kidnappers and sending electricity.
Although Tian Tian is disabled, she can't play games without her. She is more sensitive than normal children. Often we all fail, and she still runs on the field like Superman. Her ability arouses everyone to want her, and sometimes they object to her participation. Sweet is very sensitive to everyone's narrow-minded reaction, and often enough is enough, and will not provoke everyone's opinions.
In the desert, we can catch some reptiles, such as multi-legged black beetles, small lizards with long tails and sometimes hedgehogs. For those small reptiles caught, some of us tied ropes and buried them alive with sand to see how they climbed out; Some people pick a thorn with a hook and stick it in the tail of their bodies, so that they can dig around in the sand. Whenever this time, Tian Tian wants to object, but she can't show it, so she must hide aside. When everyone is finished fighting and scattered in the desert to collect firewood, she will come back and liberate those bugs that are still alive after being punished from the harm we left behind.
Tian Tian also has a favorite game, which is to dig a small canal in the desert, lead the water to a low-lying place, and then watch the cheerful little water flow along the small channel he dug and jump around happily. I like playing this game, too, but I'm not as obsessed as her. Often play around and lose interest. In spring, the village watered the farmland, and the water accidentally flooded into the wild field. There are many tadpoles, and before they grow up, the water will dry up. Seeing this situation, Tian Tian will try his best to send these poor little things to a place with plenty of water. These are the sweetest and most girlish sides.
We have been out in the sun all day, and our skin has become as rough as a clay figurine, and even a few girls are unique and sweet. No matter how the sun shines on her skin, it can't change the natural whiteness.
Speaking of sweet and white skin, it is a kind of bright blue and white, with a transparent feeling. We bad boys once wanted her to take off her clothes and have a look at her snow-white body. Just before our idea of doing bad things was formed, Tian Tian was far away, grinning at us. We looked at each other and agreed to wait for the opportunity, so we must catch her and have a look.
On the edge of the sand dune in the south of Yiwan Village, there is a perennial dry Haizi. It is called Haizi, but it is just a puddle in a large low-lying land. Muddy water is mostly formed by rainwater and farmland irrigation, and it will often be difficult to return after a long time. We took off our clothes and went into the water. Sweets walked around the pool thinking about it, but we were worried that we were up to no good to her.
The sunshine is so bright, and the coolness of the water makes us have fun. In an instant, we forgot our thoughts and a dangerous place in Haizi, where the water is deep. I plunged into the water and accidentally couldn't reach the bottom. In desperation, my hand trembled, I shouted a word, drank two mouthfuls of water and sank into the water. Several children playing with me ran out of the pool in fear. Sweet, who was still walking around the pond, suddenly rushed into the water and jumped to where I drowned.
How I was saved by Britney Spears, I heard from you afterwards. It is said that Tiantian disappeared in the water like me, and it took a while to hold me and float on the water. Said I was dead, it was sweet who pulled me and hugged me on the grass by the water and saved me. Several partners ran away when they saw me dead. Only sweets stayed with me until I woke up after vomiting.
Tian Tian became my savior. When my mother heard about it, she liked Tian Tian even more. She specially pulled a piece of cloth and made a suit for Tian Tian. When trying on clothes, I was in the outhouse, and my mother and sweets were in the back room. Sweet stripped naked, without a trace of blood, and her small body was as white as jade, which surprised her mother a little. She froze for a while before she remembered it. I saw the sweet white through the door.
Sweets never learned to swim, so she dared to go into the water and saved my life, and it was intact. This made us all feel strange and asked her what was going on. Sweet nature can't say anything, just a sweet smile, a pair of small dimples and two big presbyopia. In the words of our hometown, it is beauty.
In my dream, I talked to sweets. I asked her how she could swim because she had never been in the water. Sweets said that because I am a fish. Sweet's original sound is really nice, like a crunchy wind chime strung with shells in the sea. I said, why do you love painting so much? Sweets said because I was painted by someone else. What does this mean? The thought of this awakened my dream. I still don't understand the sweet words in my dream when I wake up.
Later, we went to the next village to see a movie in the evening, and then went to our village. That's opaque black. We are led by two older children. Everyone got lost when crossing the forest. Sweet ran ahead and stopped the older child leading the way. She was speechless, just trying to get him to go to the other side. The boss didn't listen and insisted on leading us in the right direction. As a result, the more I walked, the more I felt that something was wrong, and the farther away I was from a bowl of village. Sweets had no choice but to take my hand and follow.
It is a very strange thing for people to get lost, let alone at night. Even when it is very bright, it seems that consciousness has entered an illusion. Obviously, it is going east, but it has finally turned into the north, sometimes in the opposite direction. Walking around in the dark, we can see a bowl of village lights, but we can't walk home. The eldest child who led the way said that we had gone with the ghost, and everyone was scared to death.
Everyone walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow, either hitting the trunk or falling under the soil, and their feet were bent. Sweets pulled me, and she seemed to see the situation ahead. We have bypassed the obstacle several times. I am usually timid, always obedient to others' will and listening to others' words. Sweet performance, let me boldly suggest that we should follow sweet, she seems to see the way.
The two older children who led the way were also possessed by ghosts. They still insisted on leading us forward, circled a big circle and returned to that touching forest. One or two visible lights in the village are all gone. At this time, my opinion began to work. Hand in hand, everyone nervously followed Sweet for a while in the dark, and then touched the big willow tree at the village entrance.
At school age, we all carried schoolbags and went to the primary school of the brigade. Tian Tian was rejected by the school because she was deaf and dumb. She was in a hurry, but all her efforts were in vain. For this reason, I haven't seen a sweet smile for a long time.
After school, I have books and pencils, a notebook, learned to read and write, and can work out the arithmetic problem that three plus two equals five. Sweets can't come to class with us, so she can't understand what we have learned. Strangely, when I came back from school, I looked at my homework sweetly, turned over my textbooks and pretended to read it carefully. She was unconvinced when I laughed at her. She read the book, and she actually wrote the words in the book like a cat, and it was more correct than me, but she couldn't connect the sentences. I read her words aloud and looked at my mouth sweetly and seriously, one by one, but there was no sound. This is something that can't be helped.
I gave sweets half a pencil and a picture book. Tian Tian stopped writing and began to paint like her. First, she visited and drew all the illustrations in my textbook, and then she began to draw objects. It didn't take long for Tian Tian to draw by leaps and bounds, and she could draw my portrait, and it was very similar. What makes me dissatisfied is that she painted me, even like squeezing those mud horses and cows, except for one eye on her forehead, even her hands and feet. I pointed out something wrong to sweets, and she just stared at me and smiled sweetly.
I filled up the books I sent, and I lost the pencils I sent. Sweetness is painted on the sand, on the hard ground in the yard with branches, and on the wall. When there is no place to draw, she just sits there with a stick and doodles in the air or water. This kind of ethereal painting, no one can see what it is, but it can be seen sweetly, and it is more serious and focused than paper.
Sweet painting contains everything, but it is different from the reality in reality. For example, the sun she painted is not round, but a prism with twelve lines. There are many small eyes in it, and the sunlight sprayed out is like curly hair. For another example, the houses and trees she painted have people's hands sticking out. She looked at the self-portrait in the mirror. Her eyes are not on her head, but around her body, and there are waves connected with each other. God knows where she got these ideas.
By the second grade, although I had a box of 12 crayons, I was still not as good at drawing as Tian Tian. Sweet also wants colored crayons, but her mother is ill and her eldest brother is married, so there is no money to buy them at home.
Sweetheart, let me borrow a marker. I was so stingy that I lent it to her without saying anything. Sweets cried in front of me for the first time. Tears are big and bright and as hard as pearls. They fell to the ground and rolled around twice before they oozed out. I was so scared that I gave her all the crayons. Sweets don't want it. She left angrily for the first time.
Sweets began to make her own colors. Black is the wood ash at the bottom of the pot, red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. She uses the juice of wild flowers and branches instead. It's just that the colors she got can't be preserved, and some of them will soon deteriorate and can't be used. Only red, once she replaces it with her own blood
After knowing my meanness, my mother sweetly told the story of saving my life that year. I gave sweet crayons and a new picture book. Sweetness accepted, forgetting that I rejected her sadness and smiled brightly! She drew a blue me and a red her in front of me with colored crayons for the first time. We have countless hands, some pulled together, some held in the air, and some pointed forward. This time, she didn't draw as many strange eyes as goblins.
The railway to the east of Wancun was repaired, and the train followed. A group of children dare to watch. Sweetness followed, and a pair of furry eyes shone with colorful luster. This is what I saw from the side. Look around in front of her. Everything's fine. I decided to explore the mystery of her eyes.
When I got home, Tiantian was very excited and wanted to use crayons beside me. I embarrassed her again and offered to check her eyes. Sweets is scared. The more I want to see her, the faster and tighter she closes. I had no choice but to start work and scrape off her eyelids with my fingers. God, sweet eyes are really seven colors. They will change with the surrounding light, with her excitement, blue, green and yellow, like a shaking kaleidoscope.
I was shocked by my discovery, so I quickly found a mirror and looked at it for a long time. In my eyes, I can't see any other color except black eyes. I took sweets to look in the mirror together, and our eyes were the same again.
For sweet eyes, I discovered a new secret later. It turned out that she could see in the dark. This is an accidental discovery. I do my homework under the lamp, and Britney Spears draws a lamp under the lamp, drawing me. Suddenly there was no electricity. I swore a dirty word and then lay down to sleep. Sweets didn't respond, but continued to draw with crayons in the dark. By the time my mother lit the kerosene lamp, the sweet painting had been finished.
I made a fuss, and my mother looked suspicious. Sweetness looked at me inexplicably, her eyes sparkling.
There are too many strange phenomena in the sweet body, which belong to me the most. Mom wouldn't let me talk nonsense, but I kept this big secret in my heart. I can't control my curiosity, but I still have to do some hard-to-get experiments. It turns out that Tian Tian does have a pair of colored eyes for night vision. The color of the world she saw is different from that I saw, which can be said to be completely disordered.
Tian Tian painted the blue sun, the red sky, the green wind and the yellow clouds with her unusual color sense. The sunflower she painted has a small disc and huge leaves. The moon she painted is purple, and the stars at night are purple, and these colors are not fixed and often change around. Sometimes I am serious about Sweetness. My mother taught me that Sweetness is an unfortunate child, and she can draw whatever she likes.
Tian Tian painted himself as a locomotive beyond ordinary people's imagination, pulling a long carriage with all kinds of people and animals standing on it. Around her train, Tian Tian drew a flying old hen, a swimming fat pig, a winged boat, a fairy blooming in the air, and a round house surrounded by iron plates, all of which were surrounded by stars. By the way, she also drew a later TV set. It's a bit abstract, but it is.
When I was twelve years old, my sweet mother contracted the same old habit, and her heart ached. Her father invited a doctor to see a doctor, but taking a lot of medicine didn't work, and the family was heavily in debt. The old people in the village think that we should talk about superstition.
A witch in a neighboring village was invited to her home by her sweet father and burned incense, put up stickers, hung up threads and twisted needles for several days. Sweet mother's illness is not light, but worse, and her life is in danger. When the witch can't get off the stage, she pretends to be a ghost, saying that Tian Tian is reincarnation and her mother's nemesis, unless she sends people away, or.
Sweets seems to have a hunch about her fate. She ran to our house and hid before the witch said that idea. Sweet third brother came over and hugged her back hard. Tian Tian, who was detained, opened a pair of frightened eyes and was filled with water, urine and needles by the witch. She couldn't make a sound except struggling with her thin, almost transparent body.
Sweets were taken away by the witch, and mother's illness was very strange. After a day, her heart stopped hurting. The family decided that what the witch said was true. Without that initial psychological feeling, they couldn't afford to lose their sweetness.
A few days later, Xiang Ma's heartache came again, and Xiang San was going to find a witch. Before he left the village, he met the witch head-on and said that she had found a good family for Tian Tian, but she slipped away last night. The witch asked if the man ran back and threatened that if the man came back, the adults in your family would die. The whole family dispersed for a while to look for it, and finally found the sweetness wrapped in a roll in their sheepfold.
It was cold, and the poor sweet ran back, afraid to enter the house, hid in the sheepfold to keep warm, and finally froze to death. Sweet and colorful eyes are tightly closed, and the fantastic world depicted by those chaotic colors disappears from now on.
This is a tragic thing. Witches are afraid of being held accountable, and sweet parents are ashamed of their daughter's death. They quietly put the sweet body in a big box at home and buried it in the wild. Coincidentally, the place where Sweet was buried was in Shawanzi where her mother gave birth to her.
The following summer vacation, several partners and I went to the desert to collect firewood and came to the sweet grave by accident. The tomb was almost covered by the spring wind and was covered with weeds. What is striking is that there are several clusters of blue flowers and grass on the tomb, and the breeze blows. Every blooming flower is like a sweet talking eye. At this time, I told my friends a sweet legend. Hearing this, they are all a little nervous. One of the bad boys even threatened that everyone would run, and A Dai Tian Tian came back to life.
Although there are many supernatural places in dumb incense, it is impossible to resurrect after death. Naturally, she will not resurrect. But she walked into my dream. Sweet dream, with long and beautiful presbyopia, we sat on the sand dune and looked at the blue sun with small eyes, suspended on a piece of red Wang Yang, and the long green wind blew head-on.
Many years later, I have seen many abstract painters' works, and I can't help thinking of the paintings that Tian Tian once painted. The two are not exactly the same, so they are not completely connected. There is also her talent for painting, which can be said to be a manifestation of extrasensory. I even thought that the organized world that human beings thought was just our self-righteousness. Otherwise, how to explain Tian Tian's supernatural performance in painting?
Later, I learned that Tian Tian couldn't hear the voice of the world and couldn't tell what she knew, but the spirituality in her life, like the wind in a mountain stream, always had a place to circulate. Because of this, she will not be influenced by all the contents that normal people become dogmas, and she will feel this world that may completely deviate from the real existence with the most primitive modality of life. Painting is her only and truest expression. It's a pity that she left only one painting to the world, and the others have been lost somewhere.
After writing this short story, I put away the only sweet painting left. I let out a long sigh and silently prayed for the long-lost dumb sweetness. May her little soul in heaven enjoy all the kindness and soundness that God gave when he created man, and keep her colorful eyes as long as sails forever. I hope her magical brush will never stop before her unique discovery of beauty.