Me and the punk.

me and the punk .
Jie Cheng Hao

As the plane crossed the runway and stopped at the edge of the desert, I realised that all the past of childhood was about to be painted, though I was 25 years old this year.

Teddy's wedding will be held at noon the next day, out of the terminal, the summer sun is grilling the earth, I hooked up to the nearest airport bus. There was a time before the wedding and I got off at the center square and found a bookstore at the bottom of the ridge. Bookstore is very small, but very delicate, I lingered in front of the bookshelf for a long time, selected two books, there are Gassia Marx "cholera period of Love" and Jack Kerouac "On the Road", pick these two books actually no special intention, just happened to meet, and happened to like. Out of the bookstore, I suddenly thought, the punk seems to have never seriously read the book, learning is his most hated thing, but what can I smile.

To the second father's home, the home is a lively scene, came to a lot of relatives, familiar with unfamiliar, are busy for the second day of the ritual preparation, bedroom living room restaurant are packed to help people, but no punk. I chatted with a couple of nieces and nephews on the couch, and I was glad that a niece had quickly integrated into college life, as I had hoped. Later, father and mother sister sister also came, rare a family here together, more have to say not finished words.

It was already afternoon when I saw the punk, and as the protagonist of the second day, I was busy. The last time I saw him seems to be more than half a year ago, strong body dark skin, is still familiar with the punk. After simple communication, I was confirmed as a punk's wedding first assistant, he said from now to the end of the wedding, you follow me. In fact, we have not discussed this matter before, and I do not feel suddenly, everything is so natural, as in the past more than 20 years, I have been following him.

Although the wedding is imminent, there are a lot of things not ready, there are a lot of things not to buy. Teddy's wedding is still leaning against the corner, I asked him how to layout to the study more appropriate, he said you look at hanging up on the line. I'm looking for an assistant. This task was accomplished in the form of the most geometric aesthetic, and he was satisfied with his honest smile. There are friends from the field to attend his wedding, the punk took me to the hotel to see them, he told his friends a brief introduction I said, this is my brother. This is the first time that we've known him for 25 years, I've heard him call me brother. As soon as the evening, I went out to coordinate the wedding car ornaments and wedding video, in the driving gap, he chatted with me a lot, about the joy of the wedding and the expectation of the future, there are small unhappiness and distress, we drove in the streets of the city, have been chatting, until the first neon.

We had a wedding rehearsal at the hotel and the MC in the evening, and when we hurried to the rehearsal, sister-in-law had been waiting there. The scene only a few of us, carried out a simple rehearsal, in the course of the rehearsal is not very formal, he repeated the wedding slightly cumbersome steps, for fear of missing which link. The scene of the rehearsal was very good, and the face of the punk was full of anticipation.

Back home is very late, many people are sleeping, punk or not idle, he gave several people call to confirm that each link is ready, sweet a mature man. I prepared the wedding words and dresses for the punk, and then discussed some details of the problem. Busy all this, it is already one o'clock in the morning, the next day eight points to go to Jieqin, I and the punk to six o'clock to get up ready. Tired of us lying on the bed, covered with a towel is, we have carefully enumerated the next day to do things, including Let me with a wedding ring, red envelopes, help him take a dress and other trivial things. The punk finally told me that tomorrow's wedding team he was in the car, he let me sit in the car behind him, and then we fell into silence.

Although very sleepy, I did not sleep, I looked at the punk, he quietly back to me.
I close my eyes, stupefied, time was pulled back 20 years ago.

At that time, we were only five or six-year-old children, in a small village forgotten by the world, spent the childhood wind erosion.
It is a small village deep in the hinterland of the Loess plateau, surrounded by endless hills and ravines, hidden in this typical northern Shaanxi countryside of the Wu-Wu Plateau, raising me and our fathers.

Memories of the hometown, is the four distinct seasons. Even after leaving home 18 years later today, still can clearly remember in one through the winter in the spring, willow branches bud like newborn children free from the bondage of the dead tree, the Loess plateau bleak Barren mountains finally have a color, colorful flowers embellishment In the meantime, the stream finally thaw, happy to the low, a derivative of the breath. This is the busy season for farmers, the mountains are everywhere in the work of the peasants, small groups to take care of their own farmland, occasionally a clear song pierced the sky, a song xintianyou will be floating in the mountains above, the picture forever in my memory deep.

After years of returning home again, I am often amazed at how the fathers are relying on the power to let the endless mountains be covered with fresh green, their greatness lies in, always diligent, no regrets to treat the land of God's gift, and grateful, which makes the adult after their fathers with reverence.

Spring's footsteps have not gone far, the warm summer will come. The sun baked the Earth, mosquitoes began to rage, farmers are busy at this time to water the crops, weeding, even at 12 O ' noon, still visible industrious farmers in the mountains, the Loess Plateau farmers dark thick color on the succession of generations. About summer, vaguely remember mother in her yard under the willow knitting sweater, and neighbors rambling chat days, children in the next mat play, the tree shadow mottled.

Autumn is the harvest season, but also the beginning of the wild wilderness. Farmers in this autumn season, is often the family out, a variety of cereal grains like magic to the present on the farm, and then by classification, stored in the warehouse. After many years back home, standing on the farm that has been abandoned, as if I can see the big people on the farm busy figure, cattle and sheep farming tools interspersed in the meantime, although a noisy, but can hear from the words of the hearts of farmers in the excitement of the peasants, how the joy ah. Often this time there will be outside businessmen came to the village, carrying out the most primitive goods trading. The impression is more deep is holding the black Outlander will be in the hill, the mother will take corn or rice to line up, in the child's playing favorites sound, bang a dry corn into fragrant popcorn, that voice still will appear in my ears. About autumn, remember and my nephew and niece, hand nylon bag, go to the mountains to pick up the leaves, the huge leaves fill a bag and a bag, children will always compare who picked more, and then laughing and fighting to drag the outcome home, waiting for the praise of adults. As for what the leaves picked up and what they did, they couldn't remember.

After autumn, the Loess Plateau is a long and cold winter. Trees began to fade out of the people's vision, a gust of autumn rain, then exposed the most primitive face of the Loess Plateau, Eyeful Look, a desolate, the depths of winter when a heavy snow, the whole world is white, magnificent. This is one of the few more leisurely seasons of the year, with most farmers staying in warm caves, doing chores, or simply entertaining. There are also a handful of relatively astute farmers, who will go out in the village or township at this time to do a small business, selling their own food and then for the home to buy something new, such as my father. Left home many years later, a few times to go home, standing on the frugal side of my house, looking at the path stretching from the ravine, as if can see his father riding a motorcycle, dusty appearance in the corner, the children will be coaxed to rush to the car has not had time to stop the father ...

On the Loess plateau the cold and long winter seems to pass, and the warm spring is far from coming ...

In this cycle of alternating seasons, the punk and I have been born in the interval of two months to this piece of deep land.

Our two homes are located in the same hill, the second father's home in the peak position, my home is halfway up the position. Such a geographical pattern seems doomed to the ability of the wall hill climbing, because since will walk, the punk will take the trouble to travel to the summit and mountainside. He is my childhood best playmates, will often climb down not a steep small tu Shan, in through the branches and weeds after the disgraced to take the delicious food to me, will secretly run to my home to watch TV. Punk seems to have been born with naughty genes, small age he in small village everywhere in trouble, even good shun I followed him together to mischief up.

My mother gradually reminds me not to follow him, but I do not know since when, I just see the punk will be excited, no matter what he asked me to do, I will unconditionally promise. We have become inseparable good brothers, although in fact we are really brothers.

A child of the naughty almost name of the village, he seems to be a moment can not sit, always want to do something, the home to move things almost he fell over, according to my mother said, the punk was hanging in his house at the door of the tree, occasionally to the mountain I shouted ...

Perhaps because I do not have a good genes, in the eyes of family and relatives I am a little boy, but in the same time with the punk, my playful nature was quietly released. There was a fall of the year, we both dug a small hole in the back mountain baked eggs to eat, wind Mars blown to the side of the haystack, an instant fire on the rise, I vaguely remember me and punk just started on a few feet on the flames, trying to extinguish it, after trying to invalidate, the punk pulled up my hand shouted: Run! Three mother home into the haystack is surrounded by fire, almost half of the mountain are on the blaze, I do not remember the fire is how to put out, only remember that was frightened, my mother in the back chasing to beat me, I ran all the way to the end of a hole in the pit of a broken urn, and finally was holding the shovel's mother pulled out. Punk, not to mention, home is a good fight.

It made me and the punk in the village really a fire, it seems this time to realize that we have to prevent the two troublemakers. So many years later, every time three mother see us will bring up the fire incident, that the fire extinguished three mom home a year of labor, of course, three mother also has from the initial complaints into the sigh of growth.

Later grew up some later, I also heard from mother's mouth a few punk "glorious deeds". There was a punk asked me what two mother want a thing, two mother didn't buy, shortness of breath, the punk unexpectedly a meter high full of water Shui bump, the direct impact of this thing is, the punk later often will occasional headache, we analysis is likely that impact caused. One more time, when our sister was married, the punk gave a bubble of urine to the living bowl that was used to entertain the guests.

Punk's "misdeeds" let him in childhood was crowned on the title of Naughty, and this title also accompanied by the punk later many years.

My punk and I are almost in the qiuhe of the Loess Plateau gradually grew up in the ground. We lived in this small village full of childhood memories for eight or nine years, with carefree play, trouble and growth together. At that time the village was still very lively, the farmers mainly for the land for a living, I have been there to feel the most real friendship and affection. However, at the end of 20th century, when the tide of market economy slowly swept through the vast rural areas of northern Shaanxi, young and aggressive farmers left the home of the generation and generation of their fathers. The punk followed the two dad. They went to the town outside the mountains, and I was taken to the farther town by my father.

After that, we seldom meet each other.

Although the town to the county is only about 15 kilometers away, but in that traffic is far from the convenience of today, I and the punk can only be in the summer vacation when the time to see the side.

We went to primary school in our local schools, and we met almost every summer and winter, even though we had a sudden reduction in the number of meetings. After becoming a student, I gradually received the heart, became the eyes of the good students, good grades are obedient, but the punk in the "Bad" road farther and farther away.

I remember the most expected thing about the holiday was that I could see the punk again. Because he always bring new things, always take me to eat all kinds of so far unforgettable snacks, always take me to places I have never been. I often take the father to the second dad's House to talk about business with him to town, and then will follow the wild one, and even sleep at night with his father sleep, I have been with the punk sleep. Punk know I like to eat snacks, take me almost eat the town's food, at that time the second dad lived in the town of a commodity market, the most memorable is the market at the door of the pancake stall and small cage bag, that is I only in the holiday can taste the delicious.

Because the punk was extremely disgusted at the study, the sum of the school a bunch of small gangs together, fighting is often the thing, the notoriety of the punk soon spread in the town's market. Two father two mother for the punk to break the heart, to him dozen scold also often have things, this more in turn stimulated the punk, his temper more and more irritable. I remember one year vacation I went to two dad's home, do not remember the second dad is because what annoyed the punk, he punched a punch broke the window glass, glass slag into the skin, blood DC. That was the impression I saw more deeply, and according to two mom, the misdeeds of the punks far more than these.

The punk had a temper with a lot of people, and even all the family had a fight with him, but I remember that in the more than 20 years that we've known him, he's never had a temper with me, or even impatient with me.

In order to avoid the situation continue to deteriorate, junior high school, the second dad sent to a more distant neighboring counties of a closed high school, the intention is to let this "subsemigroups" can change his mind, however, the management of ultra-strict school also to the punk helpless.

God exists in everyone's body, so loving yourself is loving God, and when the right time comes, the attributes of God in the soul will be awakened.

The deep-buried God attribute of a punk is finally awakened at the right moment.

At that time I went farther to the provincial capital to read High school, the second dad in the helpless to realize that the punk may really not be a piece of reading material, after several setbacks, will be sent into the barracks. And this decision, completely changed the life of a punk.

Punk to Army soldiers, this news contains how many two mom's sad and pain, I know, I was the most direct feeling is that the punk to be farther away from me.

Sure enough, the punk went to the capital that seemed so far away, where he spent two years of military career. Where the punk learned to drive, met a lot of comrades, also participated in the Olympic security, during which we have little contact, I only remember to see a punk with a submachine gun photos, very spirit, like a real soldier.

Seeing a punk again is a matter of returning from his job. I can not imagine, in fact, all the people who know him can not imagine that this punk, is not more than two years ago that domineering punk. He became polite, the family of unusual love, he will rob work, to elders respect, this change makes us all extremely shocked. Every person who sees a punk again, will Marvel, the punk really changed. People in the market again when the time, not the first mention of the small bully when the disgust, but from the heart of the sigh, they will pull the boy laughed and told him he had done the absurd things, and the punk will be serious listening, face dew ashamed.

I have heard that a person's nature is difficult to change after a certain fixed moment, but because of the punk, I changed this view.

After the rebirth of the punk, began to actively welcome the post-employment life, he began very hard, even small achievements. The punk even cultivated a lot of hobbies, he loved riding, once rode to Lhasa, he likes photography, bought a SLR, but also self-taught the post-processing; he even began to read books, like reading all kinds of books, and then every time I met with me to discuss the relevant content.

Later, I went to college, to the more distant northeast, I and the chance to meet the punk less. But every time I heard from my father and mother the news of the punk, most of the punk is now how hard, even the family began to think that the punk is a really good young people.

Sophomore year, I went home by the provincial capital, my father happened to buy a car in the provincial capital, let a fly to take, at that time, the 20-year-old punk actually drove 600 more kilometers to drive back home, I have been sitting on the copilot with him chatting, I never worried about the way will be an accident, later think, This may be my trust in the bone marrow of a punk for years.

Then I finally understand, why I always follow the punk, because he will have no reservation to protect me, he will really like a brother to his brother, do not allow anyone to bully the weak me.

Punk once mighty, once on the brink of the abyss, but all along, he has been protecting me.

Life is the anticipation, disappointment, surprise, happy, sad, sad composition, I accept every feeling brought to me, to understand and bravely face. I hope that I have kept a curiosity, more and more grateful and kind, keep a childlike innocence, become more courageous and excellent. In this strange and strange world, has the ability to protect oneself, protects the good person which I love.

A crisp alarm woke us up in my sleep.

The punk gets up in a hurry and prepares to greet the most important day of his life. I stared lying in bed, sorting out the chaotic thoughts, then also hurried up to help the boy prepare wedding matters.

Jieqin in the process, I always sit in the back of a car on a wedding car, I vaguely can see the figure of the punk, that thick, still and the same year.

At the wedding scene, when the music sounded, when the full breath, when the punk one knee to his wife put on the ring, the punk cry, choked once a word also said not up. At that moment, his heart is not easy, and sister-in-law insist, together burst out, they tightly hug, each other only silence, every person on the scene is infected, I see many people in tears.

I hid behind a pillar, in the sight of the punk cry, tears kept in orbit, I understand his hard and difficult, I remember when I opened a circle of friends, wrote a sentence: that I followed the 25-year-old to marry, and can not be your follow-up, elder brother, Happy wedding.

This is my first time to be called punk brother.

After the wedding, I did not talk to the punks too much, then back to the county house. In passing the small town that left me and a lot of punk memories, I got out of the car and came to the already dilapidated market, where the table and chairs with snacks were still there, but fewer of those kind-hearted hawkers.

What's came to find isn ' t there. What's yours is gone.

I turned around, and I happened to see two little boys passing by, one holding a small hand, bouncing away in the depths of the market ...

Me and the punk.