Start with a small thing.
He didn't call me at his wedding, and I didn't call him at my wedding. We didn't have a conflict, just because we haven't been in the same city for many years, and we have our own life circles, maybe we don't want to trouble each other. Having said that, I was a little surprised, not because he didn't call me, but because I wasn't disappointed. The once intimate relationship has now disappeared without a trace, like both parties holding matches in their hands, but watching a stick of incense go out, and no one lights the fire.
Speaking of which, thanks to him, I fell in love with sports since elementary school, and my physical literacy and competitive awareness were cultivated at that time. Since our mothers are colleagues, we have been together since elementary school. Every day after school, he would race with me along the way, from the gate of the primary school to my mother's unit. When I got to the unit, he took me to the rooftop, climbed rockeries, and chopped bamboo forests. There are also long jump, high jump, table tennis, basketball, these contests are staged every day. My athleticism is far inferior to his. Once I made a fool of myself and fell off the parallel bars, he rolled on the floor laughing. At that time, I naively thought about taking sports as a career in my life, and in my eyes, he is definitely a future basketball superstar.
Later, things took an unexpected turn. Gradually, I got farther and farther away from the field of sports. Now, I can't exercise a few times a year. I sit in front of the computer every day thinking about work, and I can't connect my current self with my youth. This friend of mine also didn't become a professional player like I expected, and we all lived ordinary lives. I began to doubt the meaning of those teenage years, and I kept asking myself, was it really a nihility?
Many years later, I watched a movie. At the beginning of the film, Xin Zhi, with a faint stubble on his face, was riding a bicycle. He had just finished delivering goods to a family and walked out of the courtyard gate when he was caught by a pony. They haven't seen each other for many years, and the two looked at each other with embarrassed smiles.
The pony was more active, gestured with his fist, and asked, "Still practicing boxing?"
"No, I quit."
"Really."
"And you?"
The pony is a little embarrassed: "I have nothing to do."
Shinji: "Where is this going?"
"Get a job."
Xinzhi suggested to ride the pony for a ride as before, the pony was polite, and sat on the back seat of the bicycle. With the music, the camera went back to the middle school days many years ago without any trace. Xinzhi carried the pony. Horses galloped across the bridge, and the pony's coat was bright red, giving the bleak sky a touch of vitality.
Looking at that touch of red, I quieted down. The so-called boyhood, even if it ends in a tragic failure, is a lonely landscape, like a thing-in-itself between heaven and earth, without purpose, pure and exuberant, profligate, and grows naturally there.
It is so gorgeous and dazzling in itself that it does not need to continue into the future, and it does not need to be given any meaning. Like the river, the woods, and the stones by the stream, they are like the back garden in our hearts, forever staying in its place for us to rest.
The sunshine, the scent of herbs, and the unbridled laughter become clearer as we mature and age. Saying goodbye to that time doesn't seem so scary anymore. This is the greatest value that "Bad Boys Sky" brought me.
Some people say: The longer things are, the better they are. I think it's right.
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