1

No one may believe it, but I have been struck by lightning.

It was June 27, 2004. It rained heavily and the sky was as dark as midnight. I ran on the road alone with my schoolbag on my shoulders.

Suddenly, a bright light exploded above my head. I felt an electric current running through my body, a roar in my ears, and my brain went blank for a moment.

When I woke up, I found myself in a busy street. It was still raining heavily, and pedestrians were walking in a hurry holding colorful umbrellas. The piercing horn of the car sounded, and the white light of the flashing lights made me unable to open my eyes. Not far away, there is an old archway with "Songzhao County" written on it.

This is obviously an ancient street in my hometown, but the surrounding scenery has completely changed. I have never seen so many tall buildings and so many cars. I thought I was having a nightmare, so I stood blankly in the crowd, letting the rain soak me like a drowned rat.

Until she came over, squatted in front of me, and covered my head with a transparent umbrella.

"Little brother, are you lost?"

At that moment, I cried "Wow".

I told her my name was Lin Lin, I was 11 years old, and my home was in Huayuan Beili. She patiently held my hand and got into a taxi. I sat next to her and turned sideways to peek at her. Her cheeks were thin and pale, and her long black hair hung messily on her shoulders.

"Sister, have you ever cried?" I asked, staring at her red and swollen eyes.

She turned her head, looked at the dripping rain, and said, "No, I'm just allergic to rainy days."

The car parked in the north of the garden, and I just breathed a sigh of relief. This is still my home, nothing has changed. The dilapidated husband's house, the brick-red walls, and the green wooden window lattice, everything is so friendly and familiar.

"Sister, come up with me. I have a lot of delicious food for you." I grabbed her hand and took her to the second floor.

I took off the key hanging around my neck and inserted it into the door lock, turning it and then turning it, but the door was still closed firmly.

"Is the key wrong?" she asked.

"Impossible! I only have this key."

Just when I was sweating profusely, the door was opened from inside the house.

"What are you doing?" a plump middle-aged woman asked aggressively.

"Who are you?" I raised my face and looked at her in surprise, then opened the door and shouted into the house, "Mom!"

"Who is your mother? "The woman pushed me out of the house angrily.

"Chen, Chen Meihua..." I clutched the corners of my clothes tightly.

The woman rolled her eyes and thought for a moment, then said: "The previous landlord seems to be really named Chen Meihua! But...it has been ten years since their family moved away."

2

"I don't want to go to the police station..." I dragged her away while crying in the rain.

She frowned and said with a sullen look on her face: "Lin Lin, have you run away from home?"

"No, sister, I really didn't lie to you. My home is Room 201, Building 2, Huayuan Beili. I am in fifth grade at Songzhao Primary School. Not long after school..."

She took a taxi to Songzhao Primary School again. After searching for a long time, the result was still the same. No such person found. Perhaps it was my sincere tears that moved her, and she sighed and took me home.

She rented a one-bedroom, one-living house alone in an old building in the south of the city. The bedroom was in a mess, but the living room was very tidy, but it was filled with drawing boards.

"Lin Lin, you can sit wherever you like." She took out two bottles of yogurt from the refrigerator, "Which one do you want, strawberry or... durian?"

"What is durian?" I asked, tilting my head.

"Then try it." She smiled slyly and put the yogurt into my hand.

Opening the lid, I frowned and smelled it, then mustered up the courage to take a sip.

"Delicious!" I exclaimed and drank it all in one breath.

"There are also ten bottles of durian yogurt here. You can drink as much as you want. I never eat durian." There seemed to be a light flashing in her eyes.

At that time, I was so immersed in the delicious food that I didn’t even think of asking her why she stocked so many foods she didn’t like in the refrigerator.

That night, I ate the snacks she had hoarded while watching her paint. Her hands were slender and slender, holding a pencil and sketching unfamiliar scenes. These places were beautiful and quiet, as if it had rained.

"Sister, are you a painter?"

"No, I'm just a studio teacher."

There was a sudden thunder outside the window, and she hit He shuddered, threw away the pencil, covered his ears, with a look of pain on his face. I walked over mysteriously, hugged her shoulders, and pressed my face against her hands.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here..."

She was stunned for a few seconds, her shoulders trembling, and she remained silent. I felt a warm liquid slide down my cheek.

It kept raining that night. I slept on her big bed and she slept on the sofa in the living room. In the middle of the night, I woke up in a daze and felt that she had been walking around the house. I could vaguely hear bursts of suppressed crying, but it was soon drowned out by the sound of pouring rain.

The child always has plenty of sleep, and soon I fell into a dream again. I dreamed that I was sitting under the eaves. The rain had stopped, and the remaining raindrops fell into the puddles at my feet.

"Tick tock...tick tock..."

Suddenly, my heart suddenly contracted, and I opened my eyes and found that I had wet the bed.

I blushed and climbed out of bed, groping in the dark room and walking outside. It turned out that the strange dripping sound was not an illusion, but came from the toilet.

"Sister, are you in there?"

Seeing no one responded, I quickly took off my wet pants and opened the toilet door, only to see her passed out on the floor. In the bathtub filled with water, the red wound on his wrist was bleeding. Small white pills were scattered on the floor. The showerhead hung over the edge of the bathtub and was still dripping water.

I was so scared that I was paralyzed for a minute, and tears flowed out together with snot from my nose. But soon I clenched my fists and cheered up. There were too many strange things happening today, and a man must face them bravely!

I trembled and dialed the emergency number on my landline. Following the doctor's instructions, I pulled off a towel, twisted it into a rope, and tied a knot between her elbows, temporarily slowing down the blood flow. Then I used all my strength to He held his wet head in his arms.

As time passed by, I knelt on the ground and stared at her. Her face was as pale as paper, her eyes were tightly closed, and there were still drops of water on her eyelashes.

My tears fell on her face, and my heart felt as painful as being torn apart.

I know the tears are not because of fear, but what is it? Is it because of her?

3

When I woke up again, I was lying beside the white hospital bed. She was already awake, sitting quietly by the window for an infusion, with gauze wrapped around her wrist. The sun is very gentle, shining on us, shrouding us in a pale golden light.

"Sister..." I grabbed her hand, my voice was hoarse.

She was startled, her eyes gradually became sad, and she murmured: "Lin Lin, I'm sorry..."

"Sister, my mother told me that as long as I live, there will be happiness." Good things happen, so don't give up." I reached out and touched her face.

She smiled, but it was painful, her eyebrows knitted together, and tears flowed from between her fingers.

When she was discharged from the hospital, I was the only one holding her hand and going home, which was in sharp contrast to the bustling patients’ family members around me.

"Sister, why don't you live with your parents?"

"My home is in a small town in the far south, and my relatives and friends are all there."

"Then why do you want to live here?"

"Because...I am alone." She paused, turned away and stopped talking, her palms wet.

"It doesn't matter, I will accompany you home!" I smiled brightly.

"Well, let's go home..."

The key turned the keyhole, and with a "squeak", the old iron door was pushed open. A few rays of sunlight shine into the dim little house, and you can clearly see the dust dancing in the air.

She has gradually calmed down and is sitting cross-legged at the easel, flipping through a picture album, while I am sitting on a small stool on the balcony tending to her flowers.

"There are not many boys who like flowers like you." She poked her head out of the huge picture album and finally smiled.

"Flowers are alive. If you talk to them every day, they won't be lonely." I said seriously, waving a small shovel.

She looked past me towards the sky and murmured: "You remind me of someone..."

I was about to ask further when suddenly there was a sound from outside: Bang bang” knock on the door. While she stood up to open the door, I shyly hid in the balcony.

"Brother Hu, why are you here?" Her voice was slightly hesitant.

Heavy footsteps began to echo in the living room.

"I'm here to see you. I'm not at ease. You have to be more open-minded."

"I, I'm fine...Thank you."

"You What happened to her hand?"

"Accidentally..."

I quietly poked my head out of the debris and saw a tall man grabbing her through the glass. Her wrist was wrapped in a bandage, but she couldn't move even though her face was full of reluctance.

"Xiao Yu." The man's face moved closer to hers and he lowered his voice, "Are you really not going to consider me?"

She gritted her teeth and finally took her wrist out of his hand. He pulled out and said coldly: "If there is nothing else, please go back first, I want to rest."

The man grabbed her shoulders and shouted: "Chen Siyu is dead, you We must face reality. Who else can you rely on in this city besides me?"

"Let me go..." She struggled, biting her lips to prevent tears from flowing down, "That won't be the case either. You!"

I rushed out of the balcony, picked up the iron pot used to water the flowers and hit the man on the head.

"Ouch!" The man let go of his hand, holding his head and grinning in pain.

"Sister and I are here too!" I protected her, who was trembling with fear, and stared straight into the man's eyes without fear.

The air was quiet for more than ten seconds. The man spat, walked out of the house and slammed the door.

She collapsed on the ground, gasping for air, cold sweat sliding down her forehead. I knelt on the ground and hugged her, gently stroking her hair, and finally made her stop shaking.

"Siyu..." She shouted the name vaguely in her throat.

That night I insisted that she sleep on the bed, while I made the floor in her room.

"Sister, I will stay here to watch over you at night." I patted my chest.

In the latter half of the night, she still had insomnia, staring at the ceiling and crying silently.

"Does my sister have a boyfriend?"

"Yes..."

"What kind of person is he?"

"A very gentle person, as warm as the sun. We fell in love in college, and after graduation I followed him to Songzhao County. We lived together, he wrote novels, and I painted. That was the happiest time for us. A period of time..." Her voice choked up.

"Is he... called Siyu?" I asked cautiously.

She was silent for a moment, nodding in the darkness.

That night, I learned that she had lost her lover eight days ago. The boy named Chen Siyu jumped up and pushed her when she was angry and ran across the road, and he was caught under the wheels of the out-of-control truck.

"I should have been the one who died..." She curled up on the bed, hugging her knees and crying.

"Sister, that thing was not your fault, it was his choice, and it was voluntary. Everyone has his own life. You can only live well to live up to him!"

She gradually stopped crying, and her whole body melted into the night. After a long time, even snoring sounded in the silent room.

4

This is the third day that Zhou Xiaoyu and I have been together. Due to concerns about her depression, I almost gave up on looking for my own home.

In the early morning, under my supervision, she stood in the sunlit living room and swallowed a handful of small pills prescribed by the doctor one after another, while I quietly sneaked to the kitchen to wrap up all the sharp instruments.

"Lin Lin, have you been to Fuquan Mountain?" she asked me while packing her backpack.

"Of course, that's my favorite place. During the holidays, we will go there for picnics and outings."

"Today, we will go there." Her pale face A long-lost smile appeared on his face.

She was so beautiful when she smiled, I couldn't help but be stunned.

The bus circled on the continuous mountain road and finally stopped at a remote platform.

She took my hand and walked out of the car into a silent mountain forest. Fuquan Mountain is hidden in the shadow of the intertwined mountains. The mountain is covered with dark green bushes and countless purple wild flowers. Due to the continuous rain in the past few days, the air was filled with the fragrance of wet earth.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, she stopped panting and opened the map on her phone with a confused look on her face.

"It's obviously this way, why haven't you arrived yet?"

"Sister, where are you going?"

"Oh, how can I describe it? ? That's the place Siyu took me to. There was a big walnut tree, a jujube forest around it, and..."

"There was also an abandoned cabin!" I couldn't help but blurt out. .

"Yes! Have you been there too?" She looked at me in shock, "But Siyu said that was his secret base..."

"What? I almost Go there every weekend!" I made a face, took her hand and ran to the northeast.

I took her to take a shortcut and arrived at the secret base in just a few minutes. It was a secluded valley, with a green walnut tree standing in the wind, but the trunk was thicker than I remembered.

"I remember there are words I carved on the tree trunk." I happily took her to the tree to look around, but I couldn't find the words.

She suddenly laughed and said, "Did you carve 'genius'?"

"Yes, have you found it?"

"Here, it's right here. How did you carve it so high?" she said, pointing to the two crooked characters above her head.

I was stunned, suddenly felt dizzy, and my stomach began to churn.

"I came here to get something." She didn't notice my strangeness, and took out a shovel from the wooden house and started digging under the tree. "Siyu once buried his childhood here. I want to take this treasure away and leave it as a last thought..."

Not long after, she dug out a huge wooden box. I suppressed the severe headache and glanced at it, and vaguely saw that the box was filled with colorful papers and notebooks.

"He has had such a big brain since he was a child. No wonder he writes novels when he grows up, otherwise it would be a waste of talent." She looked at the yellowed sketchbook and cried and laughed.

"It's so, so similar..." Suddenly, she held a photo in her hand, her eyes widened and she looked at me strangely.

I leaned over and saw a little boy in a plaid shirt standing next to an arched building in the photo with a bright smile, and "2004.6.1" was printed on the yellowed corner. .

"These are the photos I took at the World Park a few days ago! Why are they here?"

She shuddered and kept pulling out new photos from the box. And there was a little boy exactly like me on each one.

Finally, she found a piece of certification document at the bottom of the box.

"Chen Siyu's former name: Lin Lin!"

"Sister, today's date is..."

"June 29, 2017."

There was a huge roar in my ears and a splitting headache. I gradually closed my eyes and grabbed her hand like a life-saving straw.

"Sister, I feel very uncomfortable..."

I don't know when black clouds have quickly gathered in the sky, making it so gloomy that I can't breathe. After a while, heavy rain fell from the sky, seeming to extinguish the last trace of light in the world.

"Hold on!" She carried me on her back and ran down the mountain in the rain.

I pressed against her wet back, feeling her rapid breathing, and my consciousness gradually became blurred.

A streak of lightning pierced the sky, and thunder rumbled from behind. Seeing the white light flashing above my head, I suddenly understood and murmured: "I may have to go back to 2004..."

When my soul was about to disintegrate, I heard her crying and shouting She asked: "Will we meet again?"

I tried my best to whisper in her ear: "I will definitely!"

5

When I When I woke up again, I found myself lying on a familiar little bed in the north of the garden. My father and mother were surrounding me and looking at me anxiously. They told me that three days ago I went to the mountains alone and got lost and fell into a ravine. It was not until noon today that I was rescued by the adults who were looking for me.

After experiencing this incident, I suddenly became a bit young and old. I like to sit alone by the window and be in a daze, especially when it rains.

Two years later, my parents divorced and I was sentenced to my mother. Immediately, we moved out of Garden North.

"From today onwards, your surname will be changed to Chen." My mother clutched the verdict, "What do you want to be called in the future?"

"Siyu, Chen Siyu." I looked out the window at the dripping water. rain.

Is it the rain that I miss, or a girl named "Zhou Xiaoyu"?

When I was fifteen years old, I was admitted to Songzhao No. 1 Middle School. I completely left the home where my mother remarried and lived on campus alone. When I was a freshman in high school, I liked to stare at a girl with two pigtails in my class, because she vaguely reminded me of the girl I met five years ago.

On June 27, 2009, the girl with double ponytails came over and asked: "Chen Siyu, do you like me?"

I was stunned for a moment, and then shook my head firmly Then she kicked off the stool and ran out of the classroom in front of everyone. Full of guilt, I immediately ran after him.

At this time, the sky suddenly became strangely cloudy and there was lightning and thunder.

A white light exploded above my head once again. An extremely familiar feeling, as if electricity passed through my body, and my soul began to disintegrate...

When I opened my eyes, I found myself still standing on the playground, and my heart was filled with disappointment.

"Siyu..." A soft voice sounded.

I raised my head and saw 29-year-old Zhou Xiaoyu. She was wearing a white shirt, with intellectual long black hair, and a pair of moving big eyes full of tears.

"I knew you would come again!" She threw away the book in her hand and hugged me tightly. I blushed and trembled and hugged her shoulders tightly. A burst of surprised murmurs broke out from the students walking around.

"How have you been in the past five years?" I was sitting on a swivel chair in her office drinking a cup of cappuccino.

"After you left that year, I told myself that I must continue to live. As long as I live, there will be hope and the possibility of seeing each other again. Therefore, I threw away the sleeping pills and no longer considered suicide. .

“Two years ago I was admitted to Songzhao No. 1 Middle School as an art teacher. Siyu, did you say that one day you will come and never leave, then we can continue..." She held my hand and trembled with excitement.

"Xiaoyu , you should live a good life, make more friends, and don't stay at home all the time. Don't think about me all the time, it's useless..."

"I just want to think about you! "She pulled my hand hard, and her nails were deeply embedded in the flesh, but I didn't feel the pain.

I touched her head, held back tears and said, "One day you will Forget me, in this case, what difference does it make if you forget one day earlier or one day later? "

"I will never forget it! Never forget! ”

I sighed and looked at my face that was still young but already old reflected in the glass window.

That time, I spent two days with her. I lived in her newly rented single apartment, drank the soup she cooked, served as a model for her paintings, and kissed her face for the first time.

On a rainy night with lightning and thunder the next day, I returned to 2009 with longing and reluctance.

Goodbye, Zhou Xiaoyu. Title of work: "The Story of My Life"; Author: Qiye