Chapter 16 13

One day, something grabs our hearts.Anything goes, little things.A rosebud, a lost hat, a sweater I loved as a kid, Ji Bitney's old records, or a list of insignificant things that have nowhere to go.For two or three days, one of those things lingers in our minds, and then we go back to the original place.dark.Several wells have been dug in our hearts, and birds fly over the wells. ◇ On a Sunday evening that fall, it was, frankly, the pinball toy that captured my heart.My twins and I watched the sunset on the green of the eighth hole of the golf course.The eighth hole is a long par 5 hole with neither obstacles nor slopes.Only a flat road like the corridor of an elementary school stretches out.On the seventh hole a student who lived nearby was practicing his flute, and the heart-wrenching two-octave practice was the background music as the sun was setting halfway behind the hills.Why, at this moment, the marble toy caught my heart, I don't know.

And with the passage of time, only the impression of marble toys gradually expanded in my body.As soon as I closed my eyes, the sound of marbles bouncing off the bumper and the sound of scoring numbers rang in my ears. ◇ In 1970, when Mouse and I continued to drink beer at Jay's, I was by no means an avid pinball player.The one owned by Jay's Bar was one of the rare three-handled spaceships at that time.The marble dial is divided into an upper part and a lower part, with one on the upper part and two on the lower part.It was a model of the good times, before solid electronics brought inflation into the world of pinball toys.When the mouse was crazy about pinball toys, in commemoration of his highest score of 92500, the mouse also took a commemorative photo with the pinball machine.The mouse leaned against the pinball machine and smiled, and the pinball machine also showed the number 92500 and smiled.It was the only heart-warming photo I took with my Kodak pocket camera.The mouse looks almost like a WWII Knockout King, and the pinball machine looks like an old fighter plane.Like the kind of fighter jet that the orderly turns the propeller by hand, and then closes the windshield with a snap after flying up.The number 92500 combines the mouse and the pinball machine to create an indescribably intimate atmosphere.

Once a week, the cashier and repairman from the Pinball Company came to Jay's.He was a strangely thin man in his thirties who hardly ever spoke to anyone.When I entered the store, I didn't even look at Jie, I went to turn on the key under the pinball machine, and let the small change flow into the canvas tutu bag.Then I took one out of it and put it into the machine for inspection. After confirming the condition of the embolism spring two or three times, I popped out a marble with no interest, and let the marble touch the buffer plate to check the magnetic force. , Let the marbles pass through all the fairways, knock down all the targets, and when the drop target, kickout ball, and road target score lights are on at the end, there is an expression of oops, and the marbles fall into the outer track to end the game.Then he nodded to Jie and said that everything was fine and went out.It takes less than half a cigarette to burn in total.

I forgot to flick the ash, and the mouse forgot to drink the beer, and the two of them were always dumbfounded at the gorgeous stunt. It's like a dream.said the mouse.If you can have that kind of technology, 150,000 yuan will be easy.No, maybe I can get 200,000. Experts!no way.I comfort the mouse.Even so, his sense of honor as the number one pilot could never be regained. Compared with him, I can only grasp the tip of a woman's little finger.After the mouse said this, it remained silent.And constantly rambling about how the scoreboard will go beyond six figures. That's his job.I continued to persuade him.Maybe it was really fun at first, but ah, you just do that one thing from morning to night and see!Everyone will be bored.

No, the mouse shook his head.I won't.