boy often watches from his island in summer.

The island in summer is not at sea, but hanging in the sky of a city. The tallest residential building in Wuhan is the 25th floor, and the island in summer is on the 25th floor. The 25-story world is very small, with an eggshell-shaped room and a half. The balcony is only wide enough to spread its wings and fly in summer, but when you look at the window, the world becomes bigger and the city shrinks into a model at your feet.

Li Xiaofei, a girl in the summer class, also lives in this building. One weekend, Li Xiaofei got into the wrong elevator and went to the top floor. The girl found the island in summer. The next day, I announced to the class that I would live in a nest in summer! As a result, the whole class looked at the summer as if they had found a bird that had been caught in the rain.

Correct immediately in summer, not the nest, but the island!

In fact, the place to live in summer is really called a nest. Li Xiaofei saw an abstract oil painting on the eggshell-shaped living room wall, like a young bird covered from a branch, and like a baby held in several arms. Embedded in the picture is a line of words spelled out by rain flower stones: the nest of love. The nest is small and artistic, with medieval castle-like bookcases, quaint rattan sofas designed as a crescent moon, and sheepskin books carved with Mongolian poems on the floor. Li Xiaofei let out a cry in the nest that day and rushed home to grab a digital camera and said to Xia, I want to take a picture in your nest!

The enviable nest used to be the elevator tool room on the top floor of the building. Summer's parents sold their house two years ago and went to Shanghai to start a company. Before leaving, they rented this half-nest or island for summer. Aunt Ye decorated the nest. Aunt Ye is my mother's cousin and lives with her in summer. Aunt Ye said after painting the love nest, our nest will be beautiful.

summer correction, not us, but your nest and my island. From the moment my parents sold their home, I felt that I was left on an island in summer.

Many evenings after school, I used to stay on the balcony in summer and watch the road divided into chessboards by many floors, waiting for a person to come to his island. The people coming and going on the chessboard are invariably black spots, but in summer, he knows which black spot is the target he is waiting for-he doesn't look, but knows by feeling that the black spot will appear on time and come to him with twists and turns. He knew that she was wearing a lavender knitted sweater, her slender eyebrows were unusually delicate, and there was a smile on her mouth, as if she had an inexhaustible spring. In the hurried evening, her face will be slightly pale, and occasionally she will stop and gently brush the hair on her shoulders. She must stop when she sweeps her hair, as she is very particular about steps and calmness in painting. Then, she suddenly disappeared. It was the road that entered the bottom of the Silver Whale Building and crossed a street with rolling traffic. She would jump back into the summer vision, but it was no longer a black spot, and a lavender figure could be seen.

In summer, I took a breath, took an exquisite umbrella and threw it at the lavender figure downstairs. In summer, after school, I went to Maiqimen to buy a dish of cream rolls. The snacks tasted ordinary. In summer, I like small paper umbrellas decorated with cream. He spent an evening waiting for this moment. The paper umbrella spiraled down, of course, it never landed on her, and she never even felt that there was a paper umbrella attacking regularly every day. Summer knew this would be the result. He calculated that the probability of a piece of paper with irregular flight trajectory hitting a moving person would not exceed one in 1,. But he still plays this unsuccessful prank with great enthusiasm every day, and he can't tell why he did it in summer. Fourteen-year-old boys often play games that can't tell why.

In the summer, he folded a small paper umbrella himself on his 15th birthday. He stood on the balcony, felt the appearance of the black spot, and then watched her disappear at the bottom of the Silver Whale Building, waiting for her to suddenly reappear through the traffic. That evening, summer seemed to have a premonition that he would create a miracle and let the small paper umbrella land on her head accurately.

2nd floor

2nd floor

Summer is my last deskmate, the closest deskmate and the one who talks least. During the days when I sat at the same table, I thought about a girl crazily, dreaming crazily, and he accompanied me like a shadow, silent. Later, I saw more and more that the world before me was misty, and the color and quality of objects gradually faded. I know that I am getting farther and farther away from summer and this world.

in winter, he came to see me in the hospital. I told Xia that now I like to edit the small pieces of the past memories separately and play them in my mind repeatedly. Every piece seems to have you, and every piece doesn't seem to belong to you alone. He smiled, but still didn't speak, leaving a computer floppy disk before he left. He said, "Zhou Xiaozhou, look at my diary. I'm looking for a girl named Meimei. I don't know if she is dead or alive. In case you are really finished and see Meimei in that world, please tell her that I've been looking for her."

the corner of his eye suddenly got wet, shook his head and left. Thanks to the timely wetness of this thread, otherwise my father would definitely pick him up and throw him out of the window. Since I was admitted to the hospital, no one has said to my face that I am finished or dead.

There is a summer diary in the floppy disk. On a sunny afternoon, I browsed my diary in summer, looking for a name called Meimei ...

1

Today, March 8th, 2, I started to keep a diary in a different way.

I started to keep a diary in the third grade of primary school. At first, to meet the teacher's requirements, I wrote every day to lead the blind to cross the road or to find change for the police uncle. 95% of the students can't stand doing good deeds every day, and they always remember to give up halfway in their diaries. I persisted for seven years. At first, I persisted because there was a cat lying on the diary. The first diary was bought for me by Aunt Ye. The cat on the cover had soft eyes and looked at me like a clever girl. I am used to scribbling or talking seriously about these eyes every day. For seven years, this cat's eyes have been on all my diaries. When this cat was about to be eliminated from the shelves, I bought half a carton, and now there are more than 2 useless ones left. I wanted to get on the plane and was stopped by Manager Tao.

Manager Tao said, "Please spare me in summer!" One morning, he accompanied me to pack seven suitcases. Manager Tao shrugged his shoulders in a very American way: "The most sloppy lady I have ever seen only has four suitcases when she goes out!" "

I put him aside and continued to pick and choose. He whistled and went out. Two hours later, he slipped back and handed me a Lenovo laptop. "Change your diary and give it to you as a gift."

I gave him a blank look: "Today is Women's Day, so I'll give you a gift when I know the target." However, I still like this Lenovo, which is exquisite and luxurious, with a flowing silver-gray luster.

The cat in the diary was not lost either. Manager Tao quickly made it into a computer desktop, turned it on, and it looked at me with twinkling eyes, still a girl's expression.

So, when I got on the plane, my mood was almost as blue as the sky.

The plane landed in Shanghai.

The sky is milder. I feel the temperature but I can't see the sunshine.

I don't like the city of Shanghai. Shanghai gives me the feeling of inexplicable restraint, like a grass suddenly inserted into a very crowded but extremely exquisite flower flat, and you have no idea in which direction to stretch. Four years ago, when I first arrived in Shanghai, I got a dirty look when I got on the bus. After a little observation, I found that my standing posture was not standard. The Shanghainese competed with a box of cookies arranged in order in the carriage, making the best use of the space. I stuck in the middle like an irregular thorn. Then there is the language barrier. When I speak Shanghainese, I often turn a corner stiffly. Shanghainese are absolutely condescending when they encounter this kind of language expression. Shanghai has taught me that the simplest way for boys to maintain their self-esteem is silence.

But from now on, I am a Shanghainese.

Manager Tao took me home. To be exact, my mother was in a double-decker villa in Pudong, Shanghai. There was a swimming pool in front of the door and a small garden on the top floor. The crystal lights, luxurious appliances and Danish furniture in the living room were dazzling, and the effect was like the picture of happiness set off on TV.

mom is not at home. Manager Tao dialed the mobile phone and handed it to me. My mother said that she couldn't go home with me at Jinjiang Hotel. She had ordered a pizza for me at Pizza Hut for dinner, and then said she was sorry.

Manager Tao also apologized and left in a hurry.

Two apologies are packaged like charcoal-roasted ice cream, and the outer shell is cool inside. Shanghai seems to be a place where people can be frozen into ice cream. Before coming to Shanghai, my mother told me calmly on the phone that she and her father signed a separation contract privately. According to the agreement, she sent the company's public relations manager to move me to Shanghai. I can imagine that she must be polite to sign this contract with her father. Two years ago, when I went to Shanghai for my summer vacation, I saw that they were polite and not intrusive, and I couldn't help crying in my diary. Now I am much calmer.

In the night, when the lanterns in Shanghai were competing, I turned on all the lights in the room and stood in the silent glory, feeling that I had become a migratory bird, taking off from one island and then perching on another.

2

I reported to Fudan High School yesterday.

The affiliated middle school has a strong contrast with my imagination. IT is magnificent and noisy, and it is reinforced concrete plus the modern atmosphere of IT electronics. The attached middle school in my impression smacks of Oxford, quiet and dignified, echoing with bells and eulogies. A few years ago, I read the story of a girl named Jin Yudong in the middle school attached to Fudan University from time to time in Youth Literature and Art. Such as "The Leading Role", "Butterfly Clothes" and "Acacia", these works often polish my eyes like matchsticks.

The class teacher who accepted my surname is door, and her eyes are bright. At first glance, she is a very professional teacher. The dean of academic affairs led me to the door's office. Her expression was like finding an unclaimed and worthless package. After reading my report card, her face softened a little. Come straight to the point and tell me that this class has taken in six transfer students, all children of successful people, and all of them are junk stocks with the same taste as chicken ribs. The so-called successful person is the kind of person who dug up a gold mine in Shanghai and threw in a frightening transfer fee for the working class without blinking, such as my mother.

I'm the seventh placement student, and my grades can still give the door some hope. She encouraged me to step up and catch up. This year, three senior high school students won the gold medal in the international middle school students' Olympic math and physics competition, two won the first prize in the national new concept composition, nine held the MCSD computer software engineer certificate, and six ... < P > I had a string of brilliant and unfamiliar names scratched in my ear, and the class teacher stood up and led me to the classroom, only to find that she was wearing maternity clothes and trudged.

"Do you know Jin Yudong?" I can't help asking.

She turned her head quickly and looked alert: "Is it a girl?"

"Yes, girl," I had to nod to admit.

Of course, the new deskmate is a boy, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a delicate face, and two strong and tall legs, which are completely modeled after Japanese cartoons. This guy is very active, and he is sweating and gushing in class. He loves to talk, and he also gushes. Sitting beside him for a long time, I found that he had several nicknames, such as "Party Secretary", "Old Counter" and "Sharpshooter". I asked casually, and he signed it: Zhou Xiaozhou.

I had no idea. His name almost jumped into our history tutorial. Zhou Xiaozhou was the secretary of the Hunan Provincial Party Committee half a century ago. After the Lushan meeting, he and Peng Dehuai became a "counter-revolutionary group", referred to as "old counter-revolutionary"; As for the "sharpshooter", he explained that this is a special skill, and he can accurately throw a paper ball into the waste paper bucket in the corner of the classroom four meters away. Last semester, there was a beautiful girl sitting in front of the wastepaper bucket. Every time the secretary of the provincial party committee bought a meal, he always observed which line she stood in, but he didn't say a word to her. When he saw a real beauty, boys were always timid. Later, he persistently threw the paper ball in her direction, which was so accurate that he could not help but attract her attention. That's how his trouble was thrown out, and as a result, the door transferred the girl to Class Two.

after he finished speaking, he squeezed a ball of paper and swished it into the paper bucket. I also pinched a paper ball and threw it into the bucket impartially and accurately.

he was dumbfounded: "have you practiced, too?"

"yes," I said, "but it's not a ball of paper, it's a piece of paper. If you can throw a piece of paper at the target, it's called a sharpshooter."

3

These days, I cooked, washed the floor and washed the bathroom after school, which made the part-time worker hired by my mother useless and cracked my teeth and praised me for my ability. I didn't mean to squeeze out this little girl's job in northern Jiangsu, but I didn't want to correct my habits. Two years ago, I moved from Aunt Ye's nest to my uncle's house. My aunt was busy asking my mother for money and ordering me to do housework. I don't want to talk about the situation at that time. In short, I have deep sympathy for Cosette, who was adopted as a cow by the boss of Thenardier in Les Miserables. She is worse than me. Although she is also dependent on others, at least I don't have to starve and be beaten. I still hope to be independent, so I just moved into the school dormitory-and the premise of independence is that everything must be done by myself.

Mom often drives home after nine o'clock at night and brings her driver back. This driver named lu wei is tall and handsome. When Manager Tao picked me up in Wuhan, he faltered and mentioned my mother's driver. The ambiguous expression made me guess that the vacant position around my mother probably filled this so-called driver. After I arrived in Shanghai, I didn't pester my mother about it. I knew she wouldn't ask my permission at all. She would say that although she was legally married to her father, it didn't prevent her from hiring a driver. I just hate this driver from the bottom of my heart. When I first met him, he patted me on the shoulder: "I'm so glad to see you, son!" "

I slapped my sticky hand and said to my mother, "You'd better wait until I fall asleep every day. I don't want to feel sick every day!"

late that night, I was awakened by a few drops of sudden cold. I found my mother sitting beside my bed, stroking my hair gently. It was her tears that splashed on my face. She sat for a long time before leaving, and the background was as lonely as a fallen leaf.

I seldom see the road driver these days. I didn't hear the car pull into the garage until two o'clock. Maybe my mother really didn't bring him back until I fell asleep.

the day before yesterday, my mother came back as soon as I finished school. After dinner, she handed me a credit card, saying it was my tutor's fee and pocket money for one year. She doesn't care how I use it. If I squander it in half a month, I'll have to earn the remaining eleven and a half months.

This is a popular education method in Shanghai. The belief of Shanghainese is that the left hand can manage money and the right hand can invest in business. I don't need my right hand yet, but my left hand can be trained in advance.

"Of course, you can ask your father for 3 yuan every month, which is also stipulated in the contract." Mom added.

I've been in Shanghai for almost half a month, and I haven't seen my father. I know he runs a business in a small motorcycle shop in Zhabei District, but I'm not sure whether I should take the initiative to find you. I still remember a few years ago, when he resigned and sold his house, he borrowed a sum of money and was about to go to sea. He said that I would bet my youth on tomorrow!

As a result, he lost the bet and lost all his money in futures. It was mom who won the bet. She was hesitant at first.