Chapter 29 28

Let's talk about this street again.This is where I was born, raised, and slept with a woman for the first time. With the sea in front and mountains behind, it is a very small place adjacent to a huge port.When I came back from the port and drove on the national highway, I didn't smoke.Because when the match was done, the car had already crossed the street. The population is only 70,000.This number will hardly change five years from now.Most of them live in two-story buildings with yards and own cars, and many of them even own two cars. This figure is not something I imagined casually, it was officially announced at the end of the year by the statistics department of the city hall.The two-story house sounds pretty good.

The rats live in a three-story house that even has a greenhouse on the roof.The basement hollowed out by the slope serves as a garage, and his father's Benz and the mouse's Triumph TR III are parked side by side intimately.Oddly enough, the most family-friendly place in the Mouse House is the garage.The spacious garage, where even a small plane can absolutely fit, is full of old or tired TV sets, refrigerators, sofas, a full set of dining tables and chairs, stereo sets, cutlery racks, etc.We used to have a good time there drinking beer. I know next to nothing about the mouse's father.I have never met.If I ask what kind of person I am, the mouse will say flatly: "It's much older than me, and it's a man."

According to rumors, the mouse's father used to be very poor, that is, before the war.He worked hard to get a chemical factory just before the war started.Selling some ointment to repel insects, the effect is quite dubious, but the timing is just right, the war spreads to the southern front, and the sales of ointment are booming. After the war, he piled the ointment into the warehouse, and this time he started to sell strange nutritional supplements. Around the end of the Korean War, he suddenly replaced them with household cleaners.I heard the ingredients are the same.It seems like a very possible thing.

Twenty-five years ago, the corpses of Japanese soldiers covered in insect repellent ointment piled up in the tropical jungles of New Guinea. Today, every household toilet is filled with the same brand of bathroom pipe cleaner. For this reason, the mouse's father became a millionaire. Of course, among my friends there are also children from poor families.His father was a city bus driver.Maybe some people are rich bus drivers, but my friend's father is a poor bus driver.His parents are hardly at home, so I often go there to play.His father was either on the bus or off to the racetrack, and his mother was out working odd jobs throughout the day.

He was my classmate in high school, but we became friends because of a small incident. One day, during my lunch break, I went to pee, and he came to the side to unzip my pants.We urinate almost in silence at the same time, and wash our hands together. Hello!I have something good. He said this while drying his hands on the back of his trousers. oh? Do you want to watch it? He took a picture out of his wallet and showed it to me.It was a picture of a naked woman with her legs outstretched, with a beer bottle stuck between them. Can't you? Indeed. There are even more incredible things at my house.He said.

That's how we became friends. All kinds of people live on the streets.During my eighteen years, I did learn a lot there.The street is firmly rooted in my heart, and almost everything in my memory is combined with it.But in the spring when I was in college, when I left this street, I felt relieved from the bottom of my heart. I come back here for both summer and spring break, though mostly over beer.