As the runway bumps, the ups and downs of breathing are accompanied by a violent heartbeat. Passers-by look numb with joy. Their laughter was reserved for this stinking night. Now, it is no longer a desolate and empty playground during the day. Pedestrians are whispering and laughing, which enlivens the quiet air on the playground.
After turning round and round, my stiff body feels a little warm. She closed her eyes, felt the heat wave coming from her body, and thought about puzzling problems. If she keeps running with her eyes closed, will she continue to run along the shape of a circle? The sound of running drew her back from the strange imaginary world. In the distance, young nunchakus club members hum and hum, and nunchakus dance rapidly in their hands. With the wind, every movement seems to be composing music, and no note falls into her ears. She secretly thought that there might be a heavy rain tomorrow. The sound can be transmitted so clearly. She also took the wind through the night and ran to the unknown.
The playground at night, because only a dim light is on. Where light can't catch up, it is darkness. More and more lights are arranged like a lighthouse filled with dense fog of hope. There are few people in brightly lit places. In the dark, couples and girlfriends get together in twos and threes. Just like during the day, a bright day comes to the playground, and when you look around, there is no one. Tears silently, and she, sitting in the sunshine. Looking at the students passing by in a hurry, it is obviously themselves, but like a cold-eyed person, they refuse to stand in the middle of the rushing student army equally. She stopped and sat down to kill time. And in the evening, the night is getting thicker. The surrounding scenery becomes more and more blurred until the rest of the eyes are dark. The students are also busy in the dark. Before we got to the playground, we could hear the laughter coming from the playground. The silence during the day is empty, and every place is full of laughter.
I don't know how long it has been flowing, but the girl can feel the water running down her cheeks. Itchy limp and numb, as if there were little ants crawling naughty. She wiped and wiped her hands, panting. But the steps under your feet are more difficult. The familiar scenery around becomes distorted, and people always pass by Tang. Soon she caught up at a constant speed. However, Tang Ru smiled from the heart, and those who surpassed the past were already exhausted and panting. Suddenly, when he turned around, he saw Tang Ru catch up and watched the girl catch up. This made her feel a little excited. After running a few laps, many people have already run a few laps at the beginning and walked up. Finally, even the figure of walking was out of sight, but the number of people in the stands increased a lot. Tang Ru was immersed in the joy that running brought her whole body heat, and ran wildly round and round. The pace is getting bigger and bigger unconsciously. However, she felt that running did not consume the strength in her body, but gained a steady stream of motivation and continued to run.
Suddenly a white figure appeared in front of him, and another young man followed him. Tang Ru remembers that the two strangers suddenly ran out like a gust of wind, tired into a pool of mud, and she was a little proud of them. The two men listened to the girl's approaching footsteps and flew like the wind. I just can't see my panic. Tang Ru laughed in a low voice in my mind. We will meet again in the future. Sure enough, but this time Tang Ru didn't see the helplessness of eagerly looking at her, but saw the white boy holding a cigarette and smiling at her when the smoke rose. Strange. She thought and left them.
When Tang Ru ran past the two men, the lights on the playground went out in an instant. She heard the sound of turning off the lights, but the sound only echoed in her fantasy, not in reality.
"The light has gone out. Do you want to run? " She said to herself, "Let's stop." There is no sign of stopping at my feet. I continue to walk in the dark as a runner, running towards my eyes with mysterious darkness. Finally, after running to the bag booth, the girl slowed down and walked up. During the period when the lights were turned off, the playground, which was still very lively and noisy just now, became lifeless. The students lined up quietly, as if following some mysterious religious principle. Tang Ru looked at the silent crowd and took out a cigarette from the depths of her backpack and lit it. Take a deep breath of unfinished smoke and look up at the moon in the sky. She thinks there should be a song to accompany her at this moment. So, smoking a cigarette, enduring the choking smoke, find out the mobile phone.
After the single loop is set, the radio love song music begins. She handed a cigarette from time to time to the tune of the music, and the pain in her throat woke someone up. She shook her head and tried to erase her memory, but it became clearer. She thought, maybe from this cigarette in my hand, I had an encounter in my life. She twisted off her cigarette butt, sat quietly and looked at the gorgeous lights in the dormitory.
The night wind began to make people feel cool. She stood up and left the playground with her arms around her. She felt someone shouting behind her, so she didn't look back because she wasn't sure. Soon the voice became clearer. It's the sound of two people running over.
"Hello, hello. . . . Wait, don't go! ! "
She walked on and refused to stop. The sound is more urgent and closer.
"Ah. "Say, don't go. Two familiar figures stood in her way, a white shirt and his companion.
"Hey," said the white shirt, "give me a light." He scratched his head. "Hey, I dropped it when I was running just now."
She didn't speak, put her hand into her backpack for a while and handed the lighter. Never look back.
"Ah. Hello, "the white shirt came closer again.
"See if you can run. How much did you run tonight? "
She hung her head. "I don't count, half an hour." Go around the white shirt and keep walking. The pace at the foot has accelerated a lot, and I can't wait to fly back to the dormitory immediately. She is looking forward to it, but she doesn't understand why she wants to leave as soon as possible.
Behind him came the cry of a white shirt, "Will you come back tomorrow?"
"hmm." The girl quickly turned to answer the sound and ran out of the playground.
A breezy night (2)
At nine o'clock sharp, the girl appeared on the dimly lit playground again. The experience last night gave her a little expectation. The girl was on the road she walked yesterday, with her backpack and book in her hand. After putting it away, I adjusted my breath. Step on the gravel track and concentrate on running. Passing a strange boy in a white shirt. Her heart beat faster unconsciously. The playground tonight is very different from last night. Although it is still full of lively voices, it is more unfamiliar faces. Some people I saw yesterday are missing.
After running around, my back was soaked. Her clothes clung to her and her face burned. But today the girl didn't run as fast as yesterday, regardless of the surrounding environment. Buried in her own world, enjoying the short rest brought by running and the time of independent thinking about the world she is in. Commute to and from the library, canteen, dormitory and classroom on weekdays. These places are so full of time compression that she can't think. It's like a line is running to do these things, like a walking corpse day after day. Recently, she has been busier. Part-time job in the evening. You need to keep the duty room for one night, although this job is more suitable for men. However, for her, this job represents all the financial resources of a semester. She must get it and accept it. There was no alternative route open to her.
It is also an affiliated job. She doesn't want to be overwhelmed and needs a truly independent time of her own. She fell in love with running. Running is no longer a sport, and every time she finds the meaning of life in it. Unwilling, she struggled to create the world she wanted with her own strength. It's a pity that things didn't come to a successful conclusion as expected in her mind, but she died heroically in an extremely tragic way. At night, she tossed and turned, just like a man, proud of herself again and again, contributed all her precious youth, but harvested the fruits of failure and secretly shed tears. Wet quilt corner.
Her memory develops in an orderly way with the rhythm of footsteps, and even in the emotional place, the footsteps are aggravated. The boy in white who couldn't be found didn't show up. She always thought that love would take care of her and give her a beautiful answer. Unfortunately, this time the dream was broken.
Step up, run like a gust of wind, and always pass by people whispering together. In her mind, she wants to be a member of her companions in twos and threes, and she has endless complaints about her companions. Instead of keeping this moment for yourself, a person has a running partner.
Since she entered the playground, her steps have not been very fast. My eyes have been searching, and my heart has been wandering in memory. After a few laps, it is not the first time that the surrounding area is lively. Although the lights on the playground are still on, the dim lights shine on everyone's faces, reflecting their smiles and sadness. She looked up and looked for the position of the moon in the sky. Tonight is not a full moon. The curved half moon, like an old man walking past, also rolled his eyes. Smile at her. As if to tell her something, but said nothing.
In the center of the playground, there are not many men and women in the nunchaku club, only less than four or five people. The fancy nunchakus played in my hand was last night, but it was never as lively as last night's dance. So that the girl just looked up from her mind and found out. The sound didn't take away the interrupted memory. Everything is natural. Tonight, the girl is particularly curious, is it true that the club has been stood up like herself? There is no agreed waiting, expecting the story of Prince Charming and Princess to happen to me.
Perhaps yesterday, the boy in white was just asking politely, which brought her infinite reverie and expectation. Today is a failure. In the nunchaku club, a beautiful girl handed something to a boy. Her heart is a little sour. Keep your eyes fixed. The pace at the foot gradually accelerated.
The throat is already burning. She wants to finish it quickly. The request for a cigarette took her a big step. She ran, sweating and fell at her feet. You can't stop until the light goes out. This is not a rigid rule, but she wants to make an agreement with herself through this, without looking for any excuse to shirk responsibility. There was a hole in front, the center of gravity was unstable, and I almost twisted my foot. She steadied herself and wiped her sweaty face with her sweaty hands. Keep your eyes on the front and keep your body fluttering on the long runway with steps.
The light of the moon can't guide her to the unknown road in the dark. She smiled, the moon smiled, and her eyebrows were curved. At this time, only the company is enough. There was no one at night, only the moon looked at her silently and unbiased, and accompanied her to blow the midnight wind. After the excitement on the playground dispersed, she chose to stay and continued to watch her vigorous figure dance in the dark.
The light went out.
After receiving the signal, she slowed down. I got up, walked to the stands where my bags and books were stored, took out cigarettes from my bags, lit them, and spit smoke at the moon. She didn't rush back to the dormitory, turned over and jumped into the stands. Sitting on the cement floor, the cement floor still has the warmth of the sun. As warm as the hot kang of Heilongjiang farmers in winter. Smoke rises, covering the moon and looking at her face, sketching out many past events that can't be put down. Although, in the prime of life, the surface is full of vigor and vitality, everything has just begun. But who really told her that too much experience will make people vicissitudes, and time is also a knife. The tool knife in the sculptor's hand is constantly being modified and polished. The original is the most impolite, and everything she wants to keep most has been disposed of. Regret is just redundant material, which must be modified and discarded for the perfection of the work.
A cigarette burned out. She needs a hole where all the words can be put. Unfortunately, silence is worth a thousand words except the quiet moon.
The cigarette butt fell to the ground, and she silently took out one and lit it. I'm sorry, she gently handed the word to Jiao Yue. "Can you give it to my lover in Nanjing for me? I really miss her. Unfortunately, I am not a good girl, and I broke my promise to him. Guess what? People who love you are willing to endure punishment with you and keep you away from evil things. Warning, warning you not to do it. The punishment is very serious. I didn't want to lie to him and tell him the truth, but I didn't expect the punishment to really come. I can't forget this moment today. I dare not talk to him again. I can only endure it alone. If you don't say it, you won't violate any agreement, will you?
Never mentioned it to anyone, and I can't say it. what is love ? I never recognized it. But I always knew I loved him, and I was the only one for him. From the moment we met, leaving is a time choice to kill loneliness. It is no longer an enjoyable choice. Can you tell me why we can't be with him, but we miss each other and don't trust each other across Wan Li?
The long-distance love between boys and girls is not allowed by the family. What about yourself? But like him, they all come from ordinary families. There is no earth-shattering love, just together. The world of two people is so quiet and nostalgic. Nostalgia without dust
I miss him very much. Who would know that the person I miss touches all my nerves just to outline my life with him? "She looked down. Looking at the moon with the body blown by the cold wind, expecting it to give an answer.
Breezy night (3)
It's not every day to repeat the day before, it's a machine, there is no life at all. Accidents will bring surprises. It wasn't yesterday at nine o'clock sharp. It was cloudy and rainy, and it never stopped from morning till night. Her mood was also driven by drizzle and cloudy days, and even running for two months became uninteresting. Walking to the playground, she wants to cross back to the dormitory and give up at nine o'clock sharp tonight. But when I think of Nanjing, Raymond's profile appears. The light hit her heart and the idea of giving up was dispelled. I can stay with LAM Raymond and run side by side on the playground, round and round until an hour passes. She remembers leaving her a message every time LAM Raymond went running.
Tang Tang, I went running. See you later. LAM Raymond will send a text message telling her that the run will end in an hour. And they don't have much time left, and both of them will cherish the little time left. Recalling these days, her mouth turned up and she smiled at the wet playground alone. Ram Raymond, his name echoed in her heart.
Her clothes are wet. Standing in the middle of the playground, in a daze. The only thing she felt in her backpack was that there were cigarettes in it, lying quietly waiting to share her sadness at the moment. It's too humid. If it is lit, it will also be wet by the rain. She thinks so, and she feels guilty as a liar. LAM Raymond once said that if she smokes, she will be ignored. Choose LAM Raymond or choose a cigarette you can rely on. The best way for her to keep both is to lie. As long as the lies are not exposed, she can always keep the life she wants. However, I will unconsciously blame myself for hiding my smoking from LAM Raymond. Isn't affection the honesty and understanding of two people? Doubts germinated in her heart, and her desire for pure emotional understanding drove her to confide all her sufferings to LAM Raymond.
In Nanjing.
She followed LAM Raymond and glanced at the buildings that flashed in front of her eyes. Sighing at the bustling night in Nanjing, before I could think about the words suitable for describing Nanjing, I heard the voice of LAM Raymond. His voice was calm with the gentleness of the south. That sounds comfortable. She didn't answer, but turned her head to Ram Raymond and looked into Ram Raymond's eyes in the bright light. Waiting for him to say the next sentence, expecting to hear the voice ring again, but LAM Raymond looked at her with a smile and said nothing. Eyes are like ripples in the lake under the light, swinging round and round. Very touching. She looked at it, lowered her hair and giggled, and the burning temperature was clearly felt on her face. Just have a mirror to see if you are blushing. Nanjing in March was cool and pleasant, and the breeze at night messed up her hair. LAM Raymond approached her and tidied her up, while she was still standing. Keep your voice down. Let's go, she nodded, her hand being pulled through the bustling crowd.
When she was immersed in the river of memories, the distance of thousands of miles brought her and LAM Raymond closer together. She can smell the faint scent of sandalwood on LAM Raymond's clothes. The breeze that night filled her heart, and Ram Raymond's thoughts still made her heart beat faster. The whole body's blood also accelerates. His face was flushed. It's a pity that these LAM Raymond can't be seen, otherwise they will laugh at her anthomaniac.
But all this has become far away. Ram Raymond broke up with her. She still remembers the sudden breakup that night, like a pair of pliers holding her heart, painful and painful, but she didn't fall down. Raymond wants to leave her, get rid of that thread, that emotional thread. She stood at the mouth of the cave like a rabbit, looking around helplessly, hoping that the danger had passed. None of this is true. I cried anxiously in my mind, don't don't. She entered LAM Raymond's cell phone number and dialed one after another, but no one answered. No one stayed with her until late at night, expecting to hear from her. Arguing about right and wrong for a good night. Tears were rolling, and I almost froze. What's LAM Raymond got to do with her? She is just a lover, a virtual lover she met online. Two people finally met in Nanjing, saw each other's appearance and walked into their respective lives. Rather, she chose to live in Ram Redmond. Take a look at the scenery of Nanjing.
Nanjing is not a rigid city surrounded by city walls as she imagined. She looked around when she got off the bus. The air is gentle, and the tenderness of water is in the eyes of people. Raymond has stood at the exit of the station. The phone is still attached to my ear, and the smile on my face has not faded. She asked Ram Raymond with her eyes. You are. LAM Raymond nodded, wondering if it was the station light. She felt Ramon's body glowing. LAM Raymond didn't run to help her with the heavy luggage. But she turned around and left very smartly. She tried to stop Ramramramone from helping her with her luggage, but she thought it was a bit coquettish to make such a request on the first meeting. It looks casual. And I have nothing to do with LAM Raymond, but it was LAM Raymond who told her what she had been expecting. In her heart, she always hoped that LAM Raymond would tell her that she likes to admit their relationship and let herself know why she has been guarding this strange relationship.
But LAM Raymond didn't say anything, just said yes. No matter what. In her opinion, she is very happy and eager to share it with LAM Raymond, hoping to get a happy and surprising response. But never. That night, LAM Raymond suddenly told her that we were suitable to be friends. She is very sad, and her feelings have come to this point and she wants to break up. Do we have to do this? She asked herself and LAM Raymond, but she didn't really say it. Some questions are useless. Even if it doesn't make sense, some people leave without saying goodbye and don't need to make any explanation to force them to leave. Leaving is leaving. No amount of pursuit belongs to you.
She didn't want Ramon to disappear into her own world. She was just a passer-by, but she firmly grasped the trace of LAM Raymond. Between right and wrong. She decided not to make any more judgments.
Squatting in the corridor, typing the phone number over and over again. The prompt tone of the mobile phone has always been a sweet girl to answer her. Sorry, the number you dialed is busy. Don't do this to me. Don't leave me. She buried her head deeply between her legs. Begging that the phone can be connected and Lin Raymond's voice can be heard. She won't hang up Ramon on purpose again. At the moment, she especially hopes that Ram Raymond can pick up the phone. Don't say goodbye after the reunion. Tang Tang. She wants to hear Ramon call her name. Tenderness with doting. Do two words deprive the last second of doting? She shook her head, dizzy as if she had been hit, and looked up at the empty corridor. Rely on the cold feeling behind. Bite your lips.
She doesn't want to feel abandoned again. People left behind by feelings. I still remember when I broke up with Jane. Never feel the experience of being heartbroken and unable to stand up again. Instead of doing it, I cried and asked Jane why I forgot the feelings of two people for many years. In short, keep silent and say sorry. Holding her knees, she listened to the sound of her heart breaking in the first and second emotional blows. Are you an emotional loser? Not worthy of being loved? Why do you all want to leave me so badly?
Since we can't keep Ramon. She had to compromise. But I still haven't given up my feelings for LAM Raymond. LAM Raymond's hobbies and usual habits remain unchanged. If you say crazy, that night was really crazy. I kept calling and texting, hoping to make LAM Raymond change his mind. I should say I am the stupidest, she thought. If you didn't say anything and didn't answer. But quietly give Ramon some time to reconsider his decision. Things are like human life, there is no second chance. What did she leave Ramon? She must be the most stupid and impatient woman. Men like women who can understand their fatigue at the most critical moment. No willfulness, more friends and confidants. This may be a man's best companion.
She is so childish. Need to care more. Hope moment is the protagonist who is loved and paid attention to. LAM Raymond's habit is not only kept by her, but also made by herself. I hope to meet him one day and stay with him according to his habits.
Will such days be too long, and will the lights on the playground dim on time? She is no longer sweating all over. In the moonlight, the puddle is like a lake, reflecting the light of the moon. She tossed her head. Left with a bag on his back.
Postscript: This novel has been revised many times. Even now, there are still many contradictions and mistakes. Please forgive me.