When I heard the song My Small Airport, I left the quiet southern town where I had lived for many years and dragged my suitcase to the noisy city alone. In July, gardenias in the yard are dying, and their fragrance is weak. The rainy season and drizzle in the southern town left little pearls on my hair tips. Idle and bored people, playing cards with the windows open, smoking rings spitting in the hot and humid air, the small wooden bucket dripping at the door and the dripping rain gathering at the broken door frame.

There are many tall buildings in the city, and there is a brand-new atmosphere everywhere. On the wide street, I dragged my suitcase obstinately. A classmate I haven't seen for years waved to me at the door of a restaurant and came to pull my box in the rain.

I gave her a gentle hug. It's like we just said goodbye yesterday.

She told me that it has rained heavily for decades, and the water in the depression under the viaduct has drowned several cars. The expression on her face was surprised and panicked.

Accompanied by the drizzle in the town, I broke into the once-in-a-century heavy rain in the city and ordered a bowl of seafood porridge with my long-lost friends in the common seafood restaurant here. Steamed shrimps and all kinds of shellfish. Air conditioning in the restaurant, cold fingers and a bowl of steaming seafood porridge.

She asked me how I was recently and whether I married myself.

I told her that it's hard to find someone who can give me sincerity in my life, and I'm afraid I can't get married.

She laughed at me. When I was at school, I remember that you said you would be a good wife and mother, cook all kinds of delicious food, fill the stomachs of men and children, clean up the house, iron shirts and suits, and water the flowers and grass.

A word, a detail, a glass of wine for one night, a party and a farewell.

My friend is married now. She is a good wife and mother, who can cook all kinds of delicious food, make all kinds of nutritious breakfast for her baby, use rice as an adult's face, broccoli as her hair, black beans as her eyes, carrots as her nose and mouth, and use her mind to make delicious food come alive. She often takes photos and records. There is a chubby and lovely little boy and a simple and honest husband in the picture. She advised me not to be too picky, no one is perfect, and dullness is the normal state of life.

I listened to her with a smile. Say goodbye to her.

I want to take you to Europe.

I want to take you to the moon.

Want to take you around the universe

Can you see through life?

I listened to this song in a loop, took a taxi, and the car slowly approached the Luohu Pass. Take out your papers and queue up for customs clearance.

Let's go together.