Lost youth

By EUTIMIO ESCAMILLA

"Every time I meet you in danger, you really like me, don't you?"

"So if you don't like me, why are you in my world?" If I have to... Can I like you?"

"I can always be with you."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lost youth
• Release date: Jul 1, 2023
• ISBN: 9781088215227

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Chapter 1

Outside a primary school stood full of parents to pick up their children, in this group of parents inside a white shirt, slender hair of the middle-aged man kept looking at the school, kept walking back and forth. When the children came out after school, the middle-aged man walked forward, waved at the two children coming out of the school and shouted:

Dennis Barnhart, Mario Murillo, Daddy's here.

The two children ran forward at once and called together, Daddy. The middle-aged man picked up the two children and kissed them, holding their hands and walking towards the road. The sun shines on the three people, reflecting a very happy portrait of the threesome, I saw the middle-aged man holding the boy in his left hand and the little girl in his right hand. And he is like a big child, from time to time with the child to make a naughty expression, make the child laugh.

Tell Dad what the teacher taught you today. Have you been naughty? The middle-aged man asked kindly.

Dad, we are very obedient. Today, the teacher also rewarded my sister with a lollipop, because the teacher said my sister sang well, and let my sister teach us to sing.

Mario Murillo, tell Daddy what song you sang.

I'm singing a song you've always heard. Tomorrow will be better. The little girl said proudly.

By the way, Dad, Dennis Barnhart got into another fight at school today and the teacher scolded him.

The man stopped and asked, Dennis Barnhart, what's going on? Tell Dad why you're fighting. Do you know it's wrong to fight?

The boy seemed to know that the man was very angry, but he said slowly: They scolded me first, they said that my sister and I are your adopted children, that we have no parents, and that we are you picked up from the trash can.

The man suddenly became sad and picked up the little boy: Nonsense, I am your father, you two children can not think so in the future. Dennis Barnhart, fighting is wrong. There should be love between students. No more fighting, okay?"

The middle-aged man put down the little boy and bought two ice creams from the roadside for the cute two children. All the way home in laughter and frolic. The house is a little old, it seems that in this country with rapid economic development, this house can be used as an ancient house to protect it, but inside the house is another scene, the decoration inside is not magnificent, but it is also beautiful, although it cannot be compared with European architecture, but it is not lost to the present, less than than under.

Dad cooks first, and you do your homework first. Daddy will call you later. Middle-aged man put on clothes directly to the kitchen, skilled knife and kitchen skills make the whole kitchen fragrant, after a while, the dishes on the table slowly up, two lovely children standing on the stool with a nose to suck the aroma, saliva swallow. The middle-aged man saw a smile, immediately said: Little guy, now can not steal to eat oh, to wash your hands first, so as to be hygienic!

Three people sit side by side on the stool, the man constantly will the dish to the two children's bowl, watching the two children eat, the middle-aged man smiled secretly, but the smile is with a trace of sadness. In the evening, after the middle-aged man coax the children to sleep, he smoked a cigarette alone, leaned on the chair outside and looked at the sky, looked at the stars, the round moon, and talked to himself in the mouth, sometimes giggling, sometimes sad, people feel that he seems to have experienced ordinary people's unimaginable experience, he always likes to be alone. Like to be alone in a place or look at a place in a daze.

At this time, he stared at the evening star in the sky and said to himself: Brothers, seven years, are you there? Rest assured, the children are fine, you do not worry, do not worry, as long as I am alive one day, I will exhaust all love to love them, protect them, let them thrive, do not let the social atmosphere to subvert their thoughts, let them live happily in the dull days."

Stretch out your hands, let me embrace your dream, let me have your sincere face, let us look forward to tomorrow will be better tomorrow will be better mobile phone ringtone will be meditating middle-aged man from the imagination surprise. He calmly took out his cell phone from his pocket, looked at the unfamiliar number, and pressed the answer button:

Hello, hello.

Ah Xuan, is that you? There was a man's voice on the other end of the line.

And you are?

I'm Gary Johnson. Ah Xuan, how are you?

The caller was Gary Johnson, the brother of the middle-aged man, who saw the tears slowly falling from the eyes of the middle-aged man, still looking at the sky, and said in a small voice: I'm OK. How are you?"

I am well, and have been searching for you ever since I knew you were alive. I'm more than happy to know your number. By the way, Ah Xuan, I'm getting married next week. Can you come? Gary Johnson said over the phone.

Next week, next week. I can't promise that I can come, but if I can, I will come. I'm really glad you got married. I'm really happy.

Ok, Xuan. I will wait for you next week, I hope to see you on that day, after all, once several brothers, now...........

The two men alternated between laughter and sadness on the phone. After hanging up the phone, the middle-aged man's head constantly recalls the past, recalling those memories. As well as his beautiful hometown, those with iconic places, specific people, all let him fall into deep meditation and nostalgia. He picked up the mobile phone, flipping through the phone numbers inside, although 80% is impossible to get through, it is impossible to hear those beautiful voices, but he still habitually looked at these numbers and photos.

The middle-aged man got up from his chair, walked into the room, opened the closet and looked at the once favorite clothes and pictures in the drawer and the tattoo knife next to it. Pick up the tattoo knife eyes constantly up and down thinking, it seems that the knife above the footprints let him think of the past bit by bit. He took out a thick bunch of photos from the drawer, walked out of the room, leaned on the chair and kept giggling, kept wiping the tears falling from the corners of his eyes, touched the photos, the corners of his mouth trembled, and constantly said to himself: You are still so young, you are still so fond of doing some pranks. And you, why always so cold."

Red blood oozes from the middle age man's nose. The man uses his sleeve to wipe the blood from his nose and puts the photo in his clothes. Take out the mobile phone to edit a good message: Ah hang, next week your wedding, I will come to attend, wait for me. The phone beeps when the message is sent successfully. The man continued to lean on the chair, looking at the sky late stars and the moon, the night wind blew, the man once again into contemplation and meditation!

Hao, now it seems that only you and Gary Johnson are the happiest ah, you married a good wife, Gary Johnson is also now, rich and powerful, and have a wife who has been hand in hand for so many years, I am very happy for you.

Yes, I and Yun thought can have today, I did not expect, fate this thing is really difficult to let people think through, what things have changed in recent years, people are the same. Bridgette Lee.

Oh, relax. The world no longer belongs to us, the rising star will be better than us, just like we have to be better than others, the quick retreat is the wise, until one day when they really can not retreat down is the most regret, as a brother, I don't want to see my tragedy in you repeat. The middle-aged man spoke earnestly.

Bridgette Lee nodded, a trace of sadness in the corner of her eye, and said: Although you are no longer in this circle, but your story has been praised by others as a legend, your spirit has been inspiring this many hot young people, your name makes many people scared, your eyes make many people can not imitate, your courage makes many people willing to work for you, this is you, a sacrifice in that thing you.

Well, that's in the past. Forget it.

At noon, the banquet was particularly rich. On the most prominent table in the middle of the house, Bridgette Lee, his wife, a middle-aged man, and two children sat. All eyes are concentrated here, how many people want to know this middle-aged man in the end who is the divine, can get Gary Johnson such warm hospitality, such frequent toasts, can make those bosses and the road leaders here so respect. No one knows, perhaps the toasting of those big guys do not know who the middle-aged man is, just from the heart feel that this person is not ordinary people can provoke, just feel that this person is not an idle person! After dinner, the middle-aged man called Gary Johnson and Bridgette Lee and said to them, It's been a few years, but I have to go for a walk. Can you come with me?

Ok, you wait, Xiao Chen, you come here, hurry up and prepare the car. Gary Johnson called from the lobby.

Ah hang, you won't go. Today you will be particularly busy, let Hao Hao accompany me. I need you to keep an eye on the baby. I'll be back this afternoon. The middle-aged man spoke to Gary Johnson in a commanding tone.

Gary Johnson nodded, and the middle-aged man and Bridgette Lee went outside and got directly into the car. The middle-aged man and his wife got on the car and ran directly to the Martyrs middle School. The middle-aged man took off his sunglasses and walked slowly toward the gate of the school, looking at the wall from time to time, looking at the scenery of the school, looking at the statue of the martyr and the writing on the wall. The Three Musketeers, when he saw it, he walked over with his hand stroking the three words, went to the toilet, the basketball court, the playground kept walking, watching, looking. The time before the Buddha was re-interpreted by his side, pulling them from time to time, the couple said, unique feelings, unique feelings. The middle-aged man suddenly said: Changed, everything has changed, once thousands of people in the school are now slowly less, Hao, you see, once we have been squatting here, right? And that, there are still our footprints on the flag-raising platform, not the flag-raising platform, I think our fate should be changed."

Bridgette Lee and Hu Yunsi comforted the middle-aged man one after another. The three of them watched the joy and laughter of the students walking around the school, and went through every footstep of the school. From the school to the martyrs' Pavilion, the middle-aged man stopped at the moment when he entered the pavilion, looking at the grass and trees inside and the martyrs' tombstones standing in the middle. The Buddha saw the scene when he stood on the top for the first time and shouted to his younger brother, Are you willing to fight with me? Each place carried his unique memory. He went to the pool of ten thousand people, looked at the water in the pool of ten thousand people, and remembered the scene when he beat Chen Jia drunkenly for the first time, and could not help but smile. Continue to the middle of the pavilion, lie on the ground and feel the blood scene of the first battle with the Wright gang. Too many memory symbols, too many things have happened here. The middle-aged man's eyes burst into tears.

He is no longer the carefree overlord who once shone, and now he is just a poor man who has set foot on this road to find memories. The three of them walked out of the martyrs' pavilion and came to the front of the shrine temple, and he seemed to hear once again the words of the original seven people: sharing happiness and hardship echoed in his ears. He asked Bridgette Lee, who was standing nearby, Remember this place? The deepest memories, the beginnings of brightness and darkness.

Bridgette Lee replied with a hurt look on her face, Yes, I will never forget this place in my life, but it hasn't changed. Look at the gods inside, they are still dignified and solemn.

The middle-aged man's nose once again flowed with bright red blood, which scared the two people next to them, and their husband and wife worried and asked: It's OK. It's okay."

The middle-aged man wiped off the nosebleed: Nothing, the bane of the past. Come on, go to the cemetery. I'm going to pay my respects. Can you help me buy some white roses?"

Bridgette Lee and Hu Yunse took the middle-aged man to the car and went to the mall to buy white roses. The three of them quickly came to the cemetery. The middle-aged man was still very familiar with this place, holding the roses in his hand, and soon walked to the middle of the cemetery. He looked intently at the young and lovely appearance on the tombstone, stroked back and forth with his hand, tears and nosebleeds kept coming down, he instantly wiped clean. Looking at her portrait, looking at the next row of portraits, smiling at the sky with tears, the mouth stuttered and said, no one understood and heard what he was saying, only he understood in his own heart, understand that feeling and that mood. He lit the ghost paper and poured water wine. Look up to heaven and shout: comply with the fate of God, the fate of the sad ah, ha ha