New Year's first snow. Morning, was waving a small piece of the wizard, white, silent. She was also carrying a backpack, pulling a small suitcase behind, carrying the memories of 5 years, very little Shen. Open the door, into the car before the end Looking back, this way she seems to be no end to see his back again, virtual fantasy fantasy, as if those days come alone.
Is a journey that has, perhaps on the road who can not fit quietly put down. So she resolutely's turned into the car.
Past the boulevard, it is now a vast expanse of whiteness, next minute flash of light, such as the brain then the memories of that summer, like the film clips, montage-like approach to memory becomes Sad but very heart broken. Good memories, but guarding the dead memories are sad. So, she wanted to liberate themselves a trip to, rest assured that a way out.
Encounters like that are always pure. A casual turn, he at that. Wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, micro-leans, Cumei, listening to a new question, then, turned around, smiling, as the questioner to answer doubts. The passing breeze, fresh hair in ears disperse, the brain can not help but think of the familiar melody of tea, So you are here ... ...
When she recalled that year Chuxian Shi, heart, or the like thump thump, and has an irregular beat. Is like a bar should be, that is it. Those sleepless night, and again, over and over again, and asks such questions, and never tired. But, in the eyes of others has always been a rational, calm how she would fall in so deep, she did not know then, she did not want to know. Like, sometimes there is no reason. Many a time, she will still ask yourself, What is love, should be, it wants to. Yes ah, rational thinking is you can expect to face things and people on some things, like love, to the so casual, so that she could only go by the the heart.
Get off, go bridge, watching the foot of the car to drive to, but they can not even move the baggage. She said the city carrying her too much, almost all of her life.
Standing outside the station, to see such a rare heavy snow, she want to be able to stack a snowman and more good, in this moment of leaving. However, some things always only in the mind to imagine. Since when do they know the reality and has some good general would also be no communication of the past.
Dragging a suitcase, into the waiting room when a looked up and saw the entrance security check, she thought of the previous sisters. Here, she's saying good-bye to them one by one, leaving me here with a stick attached. 4 bedroom individual, only her, did not say in the future about to leave, the sisters asked her, she clearly remembers the answer: "Some feelings need to precipitation. I want to see it in the end is." Current from the beginning from "like" to "love" too much precipitation, a casual calm upset always remember the heart lake, this time must have a head, so now finally they still have to go, and with no return date.
She said the mood is calm out, or even close to indifference. She said suddenly wanted to go out in the decision to embark on the journey went really took only 3,4 days. With the teacher farewell, turned down good intentions, smiled and said good-bye; package, give up some long overdue discard the old material; did not include all the parents who say they travel.
Pedestrians hurriedly rushed around the train, are going home for Chinese New Year, form, color rush is hi Lu and tables. She stood Road Central, mind blank, or even a bit flawless. Not the strength to make a sudden, struggling. Suddenly, hands relaxed at once, surprising turn, luggage was raised, a very gentle middle-aged man, laughing, girl, go, go train, and may not return home. She surprised a moment, then followed up, middle-aged uncle found in her seat after her luggage on the rack, then smiled, and went to find their seats. She suddenly felt the warmth of that special smile. A little wander, and quickly return a grateful smile and a thank you.
It goes Xining to Lhasa from Xining to switch the car needs. People buy the tickets to Lijiang, but in a magazine to see a: visited Lhasa, you will love wandering. She thought of his ideal: you hold your guitar to a drift.
Got on, she just felt tired, blind, head leaning back on the micro-oblique, unconsciously thinking about the past bit, also suffering and grief, but also acid is also sweet.
He then junior class at the Western when the Japanese teacher in Japanese, she is here especially from one of them. See him on the podium and wrote his phone number, her stubborn heart would like to note. She recited silently in the heart of a lesson, although her memory was excellent, but still not at ease. Then go back and pick up the phone, a word to fight another delete, delete another fight, it is so repeatedly in the conflict in the struggle, eventually see the screen "has been sent," she big mouth call tone, along the foul atmosphere . In the waiting, finally looking at a new text message, her ecstatic, just a very formulaic phrase: "Hello, nice to meet you!" But she think this is a good start.
Looking back the past, she very funny to think of their simple and silly attachments. Inexplicable as the excitement and fun but never had the ah. She is always on the phone to a Japanese beginner's status to "consult" him, over time, slowly, we talked about other aspects, such as the small details of life, some of each other's hobbies and the like. He always said to make her next class and he must say hello, he would like to know the class of this talented woman. However, she always busy and the decline in professional courses that do not have time to rub in Japanese lessons. However, God knows, her weekly lessons to get the earliest, and even some students mistaken for Japanese language classes. See his eyes swept the classroom, she hurried nervously looked down, people feel like the children do something wrong. Sentimental mood was like apples, sour, but do not want to put down.
Train, sitting next to a fellow soldier in the Mountain, but she did not mind who ignores, eyes closed, continue to meditate in the memory.
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