I tightened my robe tightly, stood up and put down half the shutter door. It's so cold, the cold wind comes in from the street. The weather at the end of May seems to be cold rain and cold wind bringing winter back.
The towns in Jiangsu and Zhejiang are already deserted by seven or eight in the evening. Only small restaurants stubbornly open their doors and proudly hold their heads high for customers who may or may not come ... The lights of the store suddenly turned on and stared at each other in the cold rain.
There are no words, and there are no words on the street. Rain spilled on the road and gurgled, and the bumpy road seemed to be covered with a layer of oily paper, shiny and colorful lights reflected on it, like a crying face of a big girl.
I suddenly want to have a drink, on the night when the fragrance of flowers and earth mixed with the smell of rain in May. The newly bought gardenia poked its head out of the shelf and looked at me with interest, as if to say, "You have been sober for seven days. Do you really want to drink, girl? "
Yes, it's the seventh day since I gave up drinking, and now I can still remember the splitting headache. I strolled to the front of the mirror, and the people in the mirror could not see fatigue, wore decent makeup, and had no expression or sadness on their faces.
Thinking of the other day, I was frightened, locked myself in my room and cried, drank, cried and slept for three whole days, until my swollen eyes were only a crack, swollen like two light bulbs. When I called him again, I found myself dark, crying again, wrapped in a coat and wearing slippers and went out.
I grabbed a few mouthfuls of porridge downstairs, went to the drugstore to prescribe some stomach tonic, bought some large snakeskin bags at the grocery store downstairs, and went back to my room to start packing crazily. Everything except his clothes and books was thrown away and dragged downstairs bag after bag. The 90-year-old scavenger said to me, "What a pity, girl."
What a shame, girl. I said to myself.
When I was seventeen, I met him in his hometown. It was raining in Mao Mao that day. I carry a backpack and drag a big suitcase. I finally found a restaurant with a vacant seat and prepared a good meal. Just as I was taking chopsticks, a big cup of grass was knocked over by the clerk while cleaning the table, and milk tea spilled all over my skirt and box.
"Sorry, sorry." The clerk took a rag, wiped it twice and walked away. There are several guests waiting to be seated around, and I am embarrassed to clean up the disaster scene under the eyes of everyone.
This strange city was really unfriendly at all, before he appeared.
It is he who makes the city look brand-new and full of flowers.
I saw him stand up from my seat diagonally opposite, walk to the counter in three or two steps, and speak loudly to the shopkeeper in dialect. In the meantime, their eyes fell on me from time to time. From their expressions, I know what he is fighting for for me. A warm current welled up in my heart, and strangers were so comfortable.
After a while, he walked up to me and asked me softly, "Are you all right? The boss will make you a new cup later. It's like this in a small place. It's a bit embarrassing for foreigners, please bear with me. "
I nodded and said thank you to him. That moment seemed to be pulled out of the ice hole and wrapped in a warm spring day. My Sweetie's pores got into every pore of mine, and I melted in his eyes.
Mom, I'm in love. I said to myself in my mind.
Maybe I want to see him more, so I decided to stay in that town for a few more days. I went to the scenic spots I should go to in the Raiders, visited the old streets I wanted to go to several times, and then wandered the streets for a few days.
One day, I really saw him again in the restaurant downstairs of that shop.
He was surprised to see me and said, "I thought you were a tourist and left early."
I winked at him and said, "I used to be a tourist, but now I'm not." I want to settle in this city in the future. After all, this is a very humane place. "
At that moment, the expression on his face was very complicated, and then he naturally sat down opposite me and said, "OK, welcome, what can I do for you?"
I didn't believe in love at first sight before, and I didn't know that there were a lot of laughter and tears in loving someone.
I talk to him every day, confide in him and talk nonsense with him on every detail. Out of courtesy or the friendship of the landlord, he is also very patient with me.
After graduating from college, I went to see him in his city. The night I confessed to him, we barbecued together in a roadside pub, and the slightly drunk Yangmei wine made me a little high.
When he ended his youth with a girl, I tried to hold his hand, but he didn't refuse. He always knows how much I like him. I can't hide my love for a person, and I can't pretend not to like a person.
I have tried to fill the huge gap between me and him. When we were together, the air suddenly became quiet. I sang "Suddenly" to him, and he always held me in his arms in disappointment.
"Seeing him, she became so low that even the flowers in the dust bloomed."
After five years' nap, we said goodbye in sunny summer, and cicadas sang on dark brown tree trunks. People came and went on the road, and none of them were my old friends.
I was in tears under that green willow tree, and my youth was like a floating reflection on the water, shaking and breaking. I don't know whether I woke up or slept that day, as if I were in a huge crystal ball, but when the world was by my side, I felt bottomless loneliness.
All the encounters in this world are reunions after a long separation? Then all the encounters came to an abrupt end. Fate is always the most wonderful thing, and Toya can't hold it. I only know that he and I are separated in time forever, and I have never stopped in his heart.
I came from the city, passed by the town and fled to the town.
Escape from childhood, pass by youth, and stumble towards adulthood.
The pubs here close early, and when it gets dark, nothing can be seen in the alley. I often sit in pubs until dawn and keep silent with stray dogs squatting in front of the door. It always comes at dusk, and its limping legs stumble gently. It knows that I can't finish my dinner every day, and that I sleep at dawn and wake up in the afternoon sun.
Tomorrow should still be rainy, the town has been washed again and again, the sky has turned into pure gray blue, and even the puddles on the ground are mottled and dazzling.
The town doesn't cry, don't worry, and don't hurt parting. It watches the fleeting time in the fragrance of wine. After every rain, there must be a grand flower opening. Life has always been like this and will always be like this.
* About the author: A cloud in the sky, a woman who combines love and loneliness, talks to herself between dream and reality.