To Your Island

The sinister world is continuously raining heavily, and the closed windows and doors isolate the home from the wind and rain.

The quiet bedroom was lit with an orange table lamp, and on the narrow window sill, there was a pot of cactus, a small glass bowl filled with water, and a white fragrant flower floating in the bowl.

Yin Xian scratched his head.

He received a pack of peppers?

Amusedly unpacking the paper bag, he carefully counted, there are seven peppers in total: one crooked, two small and flat, three thin and long, and one round and strong.

As usual, Yin Xian focused on the words she obliterated: Be careful when you eat, I think it's quite spicy!

Because of her words, he even wanted to add more chili to taste.

but……

Yin Xian singled out the plump and plump pepper, looked left and right, and liked it more and more.

The potted cactus on the windowsill was picked up by Yin Xian. He looked at it, then at the pepper, and made up his mind.

He uprooted the green cactus and threw it into the trash can.

Pepper replaces cactus and has a new home.

The ingenious Yin Xian took out the seeds from the pepper and spread them evenly on the potted soil.

"Well, you will grow up here obediently in the future." He watered it intimately.

The label outside the small pot that was not torn read "Cactus". Yin Xian picked up the pen and changed it to "Fairy Pepper."

Fairy Jiao settled down and grew quietly.

The rainy season when Yin Xian was 17 years old suddenly became less difficult.

He picked up his books again, participated in morning and evening self-study, and did not miss any tuition class.

After school, squeezing through the bustling crowd, he first went to the noodle shop to eat a bowl of noodles, and then returned to his dorm room to water his plants.

The knife in the pen holder is no longer used for other purposes than sharpening pencils.

Yin Xian patiently waited for the fairy pepper to grow into a pot of very spicy pepper.

He communicates with "Little Fairy" every day.

Sometimes they talk long, sometimes short.

They have never met, but she cares about him more than his relatives and spends more time with him.

Before the end of the rainy season, knowing that she likes to eat sweets, Yin Xian put a milk-flavored ice cream in the envelope.

Before the rainy season in Dashan, Wang Jiexiang obtained an ice cream from her pen pal "Island."

When it was delivered to her, it was still carrying the chill from the freezer.

Milky ice cream!

The best milk flavor!

Wang Jiexiang has always wanted to eat.

The small shop in the town sells it, but one is too expensive to buy at their home.

She asked politely in the letter: [Can I really eat? 】

He replied: [Yes. 】

Wang Jiexiang is so happy.

She unpacked the ice cream and poured it into a bowl.

The white ice cream is like a piece of tofu made of milk, exuding a cold mist and the fragrance of mellow milk.

She swallowed hard, still reluctant to swallow the delicacy alone, and chose to ask her mother to eat with her.

My mother was busy collecting dried tea in the yard, and said, "It's raining soon, and I will come later."

So Wang Jiexiang held two spoons and lay down at the dining table, looking forward to the ice cream with full of expectation.

"what is this?"

The sky dropped a hand and took her bowl away.

Wang Jiexiang raised his head and saw his grandma's face.

The old man has drooping bags under his eyes, and his mouth is slightly protruding. When he is unhappy, his entire face is taut, and a pair of hanging eyes is staring at the person.

Wang Jiexiang didn't understand why he was so afraid of grandma.

Her body shrank unconsciously, her voice trembling.

"It's for food..."

There were dark clouds outside the house, and a heavy rain was brewing.

A bolt of thunder and lightning struck down, and the light between the sky and the earth was bright for a moment, and then dark.

The bowl was thrown on the table, and grandma asked her coldly, "Where did it come from?"

The rumbling thunder exploded in the ears.

"Cong, Cong..." Wang Jiexiang was so drunk by her that she stubbornly said: "It was given by others."

"Others? Who is so kind?"

She grabbed her collar and slapped her with the other hand: "Did you steal my money to buy it?"

"No, I don't."

"mom!"

Wang Jiexiang's nose was sour, and he whispered for help in the direction of the yard.

"Mom, save me..."

"Thief, bad stuff..."

"Bitch, liar..."

Grandma spit on the floor, slapped her, slapped her and cursed.

"Don't you know? You have no mother."

The dark room, the heavy rain fell.

Without lights, there is no light in the whole world, and the mountain does not speak.

Wang Jiexiang cried and cried louder and louder.

Her face was swollen, her tied hair was thrown apart, and the rubber band did not know where it fell.

The boy's cry came from the room.

He cried with her.

No mom.

You have no mother.

Wang Jiexiang hates it.

She had loose hair, tears, saliva and nasal discharge on her face.

She glared at her grandma, her eyes were dark, and she yelled at her sharply, like a cat being stepped on.

"But brother has ice cream!"

Wang Jiexiang bit his lips stubbornly, his teeth trembling and his body trembling.

She stared, tears rolled in her eyes, and refused to fall.

"Brother has ice cream, every time."

She asked: "Grandma, why can't I have one?"

Grandma picked up her ice cream bowl and took it to the room to coax her crying brother.

She said lightly: "Because you are a woman."

This is true.

Wang Jiexiang bit his fingers, his shoulders trembled, and laughed uncontrollably.

These are true.

Heartbreak is true, swollen face is true, and ice cream is true.

Yin Xian, what kind of shoddy spiritual world is this?

All he thought was ridiculous.

Wang Jiexiang’s 16 years old, Wang Jiexiang’s youth...

I never went to high school, I didn't have a mother, I didn't ride a bicycle my father bought, I didn't eat ice cream that my grandma bought even once.

No magic, no one said she was beautiful, no one gave candy or ice cream, and she did not become Yin Xian's pen pal.

Youth just passed.

She has nothing, nothing done.

This is her youth.

"Jiexiang...Jiexiang..."

Mother's voice is on the left, and she beckoned her to come, smiling and showing her the light blue round neck sweater she knitted for her.

The brother's cry is on the right, and the pen and paper that can write to Yin Xian are on the right.

Wang Jiexiang is in the middle of the two voices.

She knew clearly that as long as she ran over to hold her mother's hand, she could stay without leaving.

Then I can go back to the beginning of this world again, wear a new sweater to go to high school, nestle in my mother’s arms and act like a baby, listen to my mother’s breathing and nagging. .

But she stood up and walked to the right.

"Jiexiang..."

She was dragged by the call, turning her head three steps at a time, painful as if she had cut a piece of meat from her heart.

The conversation by the creek that day was still in my ears.

She said that she wanted to stay with her mother all the time, vowed not to marry in the future, and would never like others to like it so much.

"How can I control it?" Mom said.

Wang Jiexiang wiped away his tears, sat down at her desk, and picked up a pen and paper.

She wrote for a very, very long time, altered, and only one sentence remained.

[Yin Xian, it would be nice if life could be repeated once. Too hard, let's not meet again. 】

After the sent letter disappeared, she walked to her brother's bed.

He stopped crying now and was eating ice cream with relish. Grandma squatted beside him, waited on him and wiped his mouth.

The boy was just a mischievous age. Seeing her coming, he made an ugly face at her.

Mother looks good, Wang Jiexiang's face and eyebrows are more inherited from her father, so her brother is more like her mother than her.

He has long eyelashes, delicate eyebrows, and his plump lips look like his mother ten percent.

This similarity not only did not arouse Wang Jiexiang's love, but made her hate him even more.

That is a blame for violent things.

"Rotten goods." The younger brother called her like that of grandma.

The more angry Wang Jiexiang is, the more proud he is.

The little devil made ugly expressions with a beautiful face that looked like a mother, and said nasty things to her.

"Return the ice cream to me."

Wang Jiexiang reached out to grab his bowl.

"Go away, go away," the younger brother twisted his body and slapped her hand: "The ice cream is mine."

"My boyfriend bought it for me."

She calmly said to him, "It's mine."

The grandmother was upset, and stood up with her arms akimbo, taking charge of her brother.

"If you are a sister, will you let your younger brother? Whoever owns it, what happened to your younger brother?"

Wang Jiexiang didn't bother to talk nonsense with them, so he snatched the bowl with brute force and slammed it on the ground.

The bowl fell to pieces.

The white ice cream fell on the dirty floor.

In front of him, the stunned grandma and the crying brother disappeared into this space together.

Wang Jiexiang squatted down, hugging his knees.

It was raining heavily outside.

It seemed that someone was crying hoarse for her.

"Yin Xian," Wang Jiexiang looked at the rain outside the window and muttered to herself: "It would be great if life could be repeated again..."

In the letter, before all the alterations and corrections, it was repeatedly struck out.

She wrote:

[Yin Xian, if life can be repeated again. I, Wang Jiexiang, still want to meet you.

I want to live next door to your house, teach you to ride a bicycle, take you out to play, and we will raise rabbits together. Older, we go to a school, I have to make you like me first, and give back all I like you.

You will urge me to study hard and teach me math; I teach you writing and remind you not to lose your dreams. After graduating from high school, I went to college with you and became a very smart and knowledgeable girl.

Then you have always liked me very much. We grow up and get married. Give birth to a child, a girl, you still like me more than a child. Then, I will drink a lot of carrot juice and have a very happy life with you. 】

A white envelope appeared on the table.

Wang Jiexiang sighed deeply, walked over, and opened it.

There was no longer a 17-year-old Yingxian's reply inside, only a lone key lying there.

"I hate you so much."

I don't know what to poke to the pain point, and the tears that have stopped pouring out again.

Wang Jiexiang wiped away the tears with his fingers and combed his hair hastily. Then, she poured the key in the envelope into the palm of her hand and held it firmly.

The raindrops stopped falling, the sun broke through the dark clouds, and the light of the whole world was absorbed by the key.

Frame after frame of the old house faded, Wang Jiexiang closed his eyes, and his body was wrapped in warmth.