On my way home, I smelled a strange taste, a bit like camphor balls and like flower dew. Later, I found out it was Six God. I lay in bed, too hot to breathe, the rise and fall of my chest became more and more difficult to suppress, as if the volume of the lung had reached its limit but still could not satisfy the blood's need for pressure. I closed my eyes, as if I heard my grandmother's palm fan flapping in my ears, that sound became rarer and rarer, grandmother's voice began to be muffled, go to sleep, go to sleep, grandma's little treasure...
Until the third year of junior high school, our house moved back to Xizhimen. After five years, the house was many times bigger than before, but we seldom ate together. There was a tank of fish at home, swimming carefree all day, full, just like me.
Later, I graduated from primary school. That summer, Yao Jingwen came there, she saw my cat. Later, I was locked up in a foreign prison for three years, home was no more than a life-saving grass.
Nowadays, it is getting harder and harder to define what home is, only feel that the smell of Six God Flower Dew is home.
In 2000, I was 10 years old. I moved out of the family courtyard of the school, left my childhood friends, and left right or wrong. The new home was in Liudaokou, near Qinghe. Although it was a community, there were only a few lonely buildings, and no one knew its existence. Every time I took a taxi home, I would tell the driver to go north along the College Road, and when I arrived, I recognized it. This lonely community was bound to brew many unforgettable memories. I spent the SARS period there, and in five years I raised three cats. Now when I think about it, it seems so far away, but it feels like I am still me at that time. My father abandoned my mother there, my mother cried on the bed for a month, I had to go downstairs twice a day with my cat in my arms to buy her a bowl of soy sauce noodles and a bowl of tomato egg noodles. She didn't eat much, her tears seemed to have dried up.
The smell of Six God Flower Dew has always been a common smell at home, not the spray plastic bottle now, but small, medium, and large glass bottles, the smell is very good. At that time, I was three years old. My father and I lived in the dormitory building assigned by my mother's school. Before I was one year old, I lived in Building No.4, then moved to Building No.3. I still remember that the big brother who helped us move was a postgraduate student led by my mother. His family was poor and couldn't afford tuition fees, but my mother still accepted him, so he took care of me for my mother during that time, working while studying. Such brothers and sisters have always been around me when I was young, I still remember them.
The corridor of the dormitory building was long, dark, and narrow. In the morning, it was crowded, people greeted each other with sleepy eyes. At noon, it was quiet, adults slept, and I always secretly ran out to ride my tricycle in the corridor. In the afternoon, it was chaotic, everyone cooked in the corridor, the clattering sounds of cooking, greasy smells. On weekend nights, my parents and I lay on the only double bed, watching "My Lovely Ghost Wife", which was the happiest time in my memory. Our family had an electric fan, a 19-inch Panasonic color TV, and a recorder. My mother often listened to the radio and English, and recorded many conversations between me and them with it. Those cassette tapes marked MIUMIU's age have been kept by them.
When I was six years old, my mother stopped being a teacher and went to the training department to manage enrollment. We moved into a new home, with one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen, and one bathroom. I liked to eat crayfish and watermelon, and my father always bought several pounds of crayfish and some watermelons for me and my mother before going on business trips. My mother and I boiled them white and dipped them in three sauces until they tasted like gutter oil, that's how summer was. I also had my own desk, I always climbed on the table and drew figures. It was still that TV, later added a VCD, since then the discs at home piled up like mountains. My summers were all about sitting on the carpet, eating big red fruits, and watching discs while blowing air conditioning. With many people, many adults, many children, many women, and many men, I invited them to watch with me selectively, for example, once when I watched with a little girl and it was almost a kiss scene, I suddenly said your mom came to pick you up, go take a look. Because I knew the plot early, I knew it was unsuitable for children, and I wanted to protect her. But my memory of this house was also scary, those years my mother always locked the room door and cried with me in the room, my father scolded in the living room. Oh, there was a window between the living room and the bedroom, every time I had to coax my father to sleep and then climb out from there on a chair, and sleep with my mother on the sofa bed. They didn't often sleep together at that time, I thought it was because my father snored too loudly, or maybe, I always told them that if I had a younger brother or sister, I would definitely strangle him.