In 2006, there was an article in Children's Literature magazine called Summer Umbrella. Who can help me find it?

Boys often watch it on their own island in summer.

The island in summer is not on the sea, but hanging over a city. The tallest residential building in Wuhan is the 25th floor, and the island in summer is on the 25th floor. The world on the 25th floor is very small, with one and a half rooms in the shape of eggshells. The balcony is only wide enough to spread your wings and fly in summer, but when you look out of the window, the world becomes bigger and the city shrinks into a model under your feet.

Li Xiaofei, a summer school girl, also lives in this building. One weekend, Li Xiaofei took the wrong elevator and went to the top floor. The girl discovered 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 summer as if they had found a bird caught in the rain.

Correct it 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 bird covered by branches and a baby held by several arms. Embedded in the picture is a line spelled out by Yuhuashi: the nest of love. The den is very small and artistic, with a medieval castle-like bookcase, an antique rattan sofa designed as a crescent moon, and sheepskin books engraved with Mongolian poems on the floor. I let out a cry in my 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 the summer. Aunt Ye decorated the Bird's Nest. Aunt Ye is my mother's cousin and lives with her in summer. Aunt Ye said that after painting the love nest, our nest would be beautiful.

The right summer is not us, but your nest and my island. From the moment my parents sold the house, I felt that I was left on an island in summer.

Many evenings after school, I used to watch the road divided into chessboards by many floors on the balcony in summer, waiting for a person to come to his island. People coming and going on the chessboard are all black spots without exception, but in summer, he knows which black spot is the target he is waiting for-he doesn't look, but he 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, with slender eyebrows and a smile on her mouth, as if there was an endless 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 while combing her hair, because she is very particular about steps and calmness in painting. Then, she suddenly disappeared. It was this road that entered the ground floor of the Silver Whale Building and crossed a street with rolling traffic. She will jump back to the summer vision, but it is no longer a black spot, and a lavender figure can be seen.

Summer heaved a sigh of relief, picked up a delicate umbrella and aimed it at the lavender figure downstairs. In summer, after school, I went to Maiqimen and bought a dish of cream rolls. These snacks taste ordinary. In summer, I like small paper umbrellas decorated with cream color. He spent the whole night waiting for this moment. The paper umbrella spiraled down. Of course, it never fell on her, and she never even felt that a paper umbrella attacked regularly every day. Summer knows that this will be the result. He calculated that the probability that a piece of paper with irregular flight path would hit a moving person would not exceed one in 100,000. But he still plays this unsuccessful prank cheerfully every day, and he can't tell why he did it in summer. Fourteen-year-old boys often play games that can't explain why.

In summer, he folded a small paper umbrella on 15' s birthday. He stood on the balcony feeling the appearance of black spots, and then watched her disappear at the bottom of the Silver Whale Building, waiting for her to suddenly reappear through the traffic. That night, summer seemed to have a premonition that he would work miracles and let the small paper umbrella fall on her head accurately.

second floor

two

Summer is my last deskmate, the closest and least talkative deskmate. Those days at the same table, I was crazy about a girl, dreaming crazy, and he accompanied me like a shadow, silent. Later, I saw more and more that the world in front of me was foggy, and the color and quality of objects gradually faded. I know that I am getting farther and farther away from summer and the world.

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

His eyes suddenly got wet, so he shook his head and left. Fortunately, this thread got wet in time, otherwise my father would definitely pick it up and throw it 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 vacation diary in the floppy disk. On a sunny afternoon, I browsed my summer diary, looking for a name called Meimei. ...

1

Today, March 8, 2000, I started to keep a diary in different ways.

I started to keep a diary in the third grade of primary school. At first, in order to meet the teacher's requirements, I wrote every day to lead the blind to cross the road or give change to the police uncle. 95% students can't stand doing good things every day, and they always remember to give up halfway in their diaries. I persisted for seven years. At first I insisted because there was a cat lying in my diary. Aunt Ye bought me the first diary. The cat on the cover has soft eyes and looks at me like a clever girl. I'm used to doodling or seriously talking to these eyes every day. For seven years, this cat's eyes have been in all my diaries. When this cat was about to be eliminated from the shelves, I bought half a box, and now there are more than 20 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 an American way: "The dirtiest 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 white look: "Today is Women's Day. Make the object clear before giving gifts. " But I still like this association, exquisite and luxurious, with flowing silver-gray luster.

The cat in the diary is not lost. Manager Tao quickly turned it into a computer desktop, turned it on, and it looked at me with blinking eyes, still looking like a girl.

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 sun.

I don't like the city of Shanghai. Shanghai gives me a feeling of inexplicable restraint, just like a grass suddenly inserted into a very crowded but extremely delicate flower flat, and you simply don't know which direction to stretch. Four years ago, when I first arrived in Shanghai, I was looked down upon as soon as I got on the bus. After a little observation, I found that my standing posture was not standard. Shanghainese used a box of neatly arranged biscuits to compete in the carriage, which made full use of the space. I'm stuck in the middle like an irregular thorn. Then there is the language barrier. I often make a stiff turn when I speak Shanghainese. Shanghai people are absolutely condescending when they encounter this kind of language expression. Shanghai taught me that the easiest way for boys to maintain their self-esteem is silence.

But from now on, I am from Shanghai.

Manager Tao took me home. To be precise, my mother is in a two-story conjoined villa in Pudong, Shanghai. There is a swimming pool in front of the door and a small garden on the top floor. The crystal lights, luxury appliances and Danish furniture in the living room are dazzling, and the effect seems to set off the happy picture on TV.

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

Manager Tao also said he was sorry and left in a hurry.

The two apologies are packaged like charcoal ice cream, and the inside of the shell is cold. 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 had signed a separation contract privately. According to the agreement, she sent the public relations manager of the company to transfer me to Shanghai. I can imagine that she must have signed the contract with her father politely. I went to Shanghai for my summer vacation two years ago, and I couldn't help crying in my diary when I saw that they were polite and didn't bother me. Now I'm much calmer.

At night, lanterns in Shanghai are competing. I turned on all the lights in the room and stood in the silent glory. I feel like a migratory bird, taking off from one island and then perching on another.

2

Yesterday, I reported to Fudan High School.

The affiliated middle school is very different from my imagination, magnificent and noisy. What strikes us is the modern atmosphere of reinforced concrete and IT electronics. The attached middle school in my impression smacks of Oxford, quiet and dignified, echoing with bells and carols. A few years ago, I saw the story of a girl named Jin Yudong 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.

My head teacher, surnamed Men, has bright eyes and is a very professional teacher. The dean showed me to the door's office. Her expression is like finding an unclaimed and worthless package. Her face softened a little after reading my report card. Tell me straight away that this class has accepted six transfer students, all children of successful people, and all junk stocks with chicken ribs. The so-called successful person is the kind of person who digs a gold mine in Shanghai and throws a scary transfer fee to the working class without blinking, such as my mother.

I am the seventh placement student, and my grades can give me some hope. She encouraged me to step up and catch up. This year, three high school students won the gold medal in the international middle school students' Olympic Mathematics and Physics Competition, two won the first prize of the national new concept composition, nine held the MCSD computer software engineer certificate, and six. ...

I heard a string of brilliant and unfamiliar names, 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 quickly turned her head and looked alert: "Is it a girl?"

"Yes, girl," I had to nod.

The new deskmate, of course, is a boy, with thick eyebrows and handsome face and two strong and tall legs, completely imitating Japanese comics. This guy is very active, sweating and talking in class. He loves to talk and talks a lot. 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.

My heart was broken, and his name almost jumped into our history course. Zhou was the secretary of Hunan Provincial Party Committee half a century ago. After the Lushan meeting, he and Peng became a "counter-revolutionary group", referred to as "old counter-revolution"; 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 a waste paper bucket. Every time the provincial party secretary buys a meal, he always observes which line she stands in, but he doesn't say a word to her. When he sees a real beauty, boys are always timid. Later, he persistently threw the paper ball in her direction, and it was so accurate that it caught her attention. His trouble was thrown out like this, and as a result, the girl was transferred to Class Two at the door.

Say that finish, he pinched a mass 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?"

"Yes," I said, "but it is not a ball of paper, but a piece of paper. If you can throw a piece of paper at the target, call it a sharpshooter. "

three

These days, after school, I cook, wash the floor and brush the bathroom, making the part-time job my mother hired useless and grinning and praising 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 house to my uncle's. My aunt was busy asking my mother for money and ordered me to do housework. I don't want to talk about the situation. In a word, I have deep sympathy for Cosette, who was adopted as a cow by Thenardier's boss 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 want to be independent, so I just moved into the school dormitory-and the premise of independence is that I must do everything myself.

Mother often drives home after nine o'clock in the evening and brings the driver back. The driver named Simon Lu is tall and handsome. Manager Tao mentioned my mother's driver falteringly when he picked me up in Wuhan. The ambiguous expression made me guess that the vacant position around my mother was probably filled by this so-called driver. After I arrived in Shanghai, I didn't pester my mother about it either. I know she won't ask my permission at all. She will say that although she and her father are legally married, it does not 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 patted my sticky hand and said to my mother, "You'd better wait until I fall asleep every day. I don't want to be 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 fallen leaves.

I seldom see drivers 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 half a month, I will earn the remaining eleven and a half months.

This is a popular way of education in Shanghai. The belief of Shanghainese is that the left hand can manage money and the right hand can invest and do 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 300 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 yet. I know he is doing business in a motorcycle shop in Zhabei District, but I'm not sure if I should take the initiative to find you. I still remember that a few years ago, when he resigned to sell his house, he borrowed a sum of money and prepared to go to sea. He said I put my youth on tomorrow!

As a result, he lost the bet and lost everything in futures. My mother won the bet. She hesitated when her father coaxed her to Shanghai. Who knows, her extraordinary shrewdness and calmness are like a duck to water. A few years later, she became a senior white-collar worker and served as vice president of business in a Taiwan Province company.

Today, that is, at the weekend, I called the motorcycle shop. The old lady who answered the phone asked me to come over this afternoon and said that my father would take a vacation this afternoon. I decided to go to Zhabei. Mom said that dad often drinks as much as boiled water, which smells like wine and mildew. I want to be with him. I watched a movie starring Al Pacino, in which a Vietnam War veteran dawdled in the garbage. Before he died, his son found him and drank a bottle of brandy with him, which made him spend his last day in excitement. The veteran's son is one year younger than me.

But I didn't see my father. I saw an empty wine bottle on the table in the garage dormitory. There is 300 yuan under the bottle.

Fourth Floor

four

I am a Taurus. Li Xiaofei bought an astrology book in the third grade, forcing me to buy a sports lottery on Wednesday, and vowed that Wednesday was a lucky day for Taurus. I had to do an experiment and bought a better number. As a result, I won five yuan, which made Li Xiaofei excited and alive. But two years have passed, countless Wednesdays have gone by like water, and no lucky bubbles have emerged.

Zhou also believes in this kind of thing. He asked me about my lucky day and dragged me to the student press corps. The affiliated middle school has set up a TV station and a school newspaper, and many fluent students have mixed a press card on their chests, which is brighter than the school emblem. Zhou was eliminated from the exam three times in a row. He is always involved in debates. He said he almost turned into a big sponge. When the temperature or mood is slightly squeezed, he sweats, and TV teachers often mistakenly think that he is extremely embarrassed by his opponents. He wants me to cross the barrier with him and give him half the luck.

The debate is scheduled for Wednesday. On Monday, more than 70 people signed up for the written test, writing news analysis and short messages. I entered the semi-finals with Zhou Jin. Interview on Tuesday, mock interview, 16 people selected 8 seed players in the semi-finals, and finally decided 4 lucky ones through debate. As soon as the final list was announced in the afternoon, I went out early. Zhou is very sorry for it. He entered the quarter-finals as usual, but I can't expect him to stab him in the back in the debate.

On Wednesday, he took me anyway. I sat in the audience clapping and thinking.

I played normally in the rematch on Tuesday, but I don't think I impressed the examiner. San Mao said in "Noisy School" that some students seem to be born spies, which makes people get carried away. That's probably who I am. From elementary school to high school, I have been in a forgotten corner, with good grades, above average grades and good looks, but I am not conspicuous. Comments on behavior are always simple compliments, and there are no shortcomings. I'm not perfect, but the teacher didn't notice my shortcomings at all.

The taste of being unnoticed is to swallow a bowl of noodles without seasoning and without being robbed day after day. At first, I thought it was all silence. There was a time when I really wanted to show off. I wandered around the classroom, bossing me around, and everyone else stopped, staring at me with a strange look, which made people feel scared. We didn't let our guard down until I said, stop it and shrink back to our seats.

The most exasperating time was that a beautiful young fashion company recruited student models during the winter vacation. I tried it, T-shape, height 18 1CM, and first-class hardware facilities. After several catwalks on the booth, the other party dumped a bill and sent me away on the grounds that I could wear any fashion, but it was useless.

This blow made me lose all my illusions, so I didn't frown when I lost the election. I patted Zhou on the shoulder and wished him luck. It's a pity that he still broke out in a sweat while playing, and kept pulling out the paper towel, and a corner of the paper towel melted in his face, which made the other debater laugh. The laughter made Zhou completely out of control. He finally struck the table and jumped up.

The day should have ended here, but after the debate, there was an unexpected turn for the better. The TV station wants to recruit an amateur photographer, in fact, it is wearing a vest, running up and down, carrying photographic equipment.

Zhou grabbed this lifeline and dragged me out of the studio. At that moment, he felt like a China football player who was stuck at the door and couldn't rush out of Asia. Even when he is a referee in the World Cup, it is a comfort to him.

I said, "You don't have to sweat so much for a small piece of paper."

He said angrily, "I'm not trying to get a press card. I just want Zhu Zhu to broadcast my manuscript once! " "

Zhu Zhu is an announcer of the affiliated middle school TV station. I had a brainwave. "You used to throw paper balls at her?"

He nodded and whispered, "This is the last chance. Today is actually the day when my father made an appointment with the hospital to see me. I'm sweating a lot recently. "

But he still missed the last chance. Luo, the male anchor responsible for selecting photographers, appointed Gan Kun-in summer, it is you!

Me? Looking back at Zhou's shock, I wanted to get rid of this sudden luck and was stopped by Zhou. He let go of my hand, made a bright expression and left, leaving me with a cold sweat.

five

I serve in the TV station twice a week after class and participate in the production of campus corridors. My task is to keep the camera focused on Luo Hao and Zhu Zhu at any time.

Luo Hao, a senior in senior three, has become a master student. When shooting, his index finger poked and poked, so I couldn't find the north. He likes to shout, "aim the camera at Zhu Zhu's left."

Zhu Zhu's best angle is on the left. When we first met, I found that she was not as beautiful as Zhou described, at least not as beautiful as on TV, and her eyebrows were very light. Applying the metaphor in Besieged City, twisting a hot towel can erase the five senses. But this girl has a good temperament and a very sweet voice.

Luo Hao told me that I was actually selected by Zhu Zhu from many candidates. I can't believe I'm so dazzling At the gate of the library, I quietly asked Zhu Zhu why he picked me.

She said, "You make me feel safer."

Is it safe? Why is it safe? I'm in hot pursuit. She didn't seem to explain it very well, so she gave an example. "Do you know Cai Guoqing? He looks good, but unlike other handsome guys, he feels safer. "

I think I should smile bitterly.

Then I suddenly froze and felt a familiar figure passing by.

After writing my diary last night, I suddenly remembered that the figure was actually Aunt Ye.

But she can't be in the attached middle school. 15 birthday night, I folded a small paper umbrella and waited for her. She never flashed from the ground floor of the Silver Whale Building. That is a street that is not too wide. She can't have walked for more than half an hour. Then I vaguely heard the screams of the ambulance.

When I rushed downstairs, the traffic on that street was still blocked. The crowd crowded around a taxi that hit the guardrail. A driver wearing white leather shoes cried in front of the traffic police, leaving an amber hairpin and a pool of bright blood on the ground!

Amber hair clips were brought back from Australia by my mother. Aunt Ye and I went to Shanghai in the summer vacation, and my mother specially gave her a birthday present.

She is only 22 years old.

My diary was blank in those days, and that's how I felt at that time. My consciousness is really blank.

Aunt Ye has been lying in tongji hospital for 9 1 day for 6 hours, and her breathing has been very weak. The doctor said that she may live for three months, or ten years or even longer, but she can only lie in a hospital bed like a vegetable. The doctor's conclusion Aunt Yuzryha's sisters and the driver's wife cried in unison. Aunt Ye is a terrible black hole in their eyes, which devours ten years of hard work and hundreds of thousands of medical expenses every year.

Only my mother insisted on saving Aunt Ye. She came back from Shanghai and threw away a lot of medical expenses. Aunt Ye has been fostered by her mother from the countryside since primary school, and her grandmother and mother have been providing for her to be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts. At that time, only money could express my mother's immeasurable grief.

Finally, Aunt Ye didn't spend ten years. On the last day of the third month, her heart suddenly stopped beating.

Opening the diary of that day, I wrote: Your nest and my island collapsed. ...