Try to use silent thinking and restrained words to interpret the occasional softness of the bottom of my heart in this restless season, so that everything is no longer just the emotion of crying when listening to the quiet light music.
We often stand helplessly behind the reality, moaning and crying, feeling dejected.
(1) Where should we start?
Mao Mao, you are my first thought.
In early summer, the smell of the wind is slightly warmer. Memories are stretched, stretched again, and then frozen at Xiaoshan Airport.
He lowered his head and whispered in my ear that there was something in your bag.
I nodded, I should go, I said.
He looked at my watch. It is still early. There is still time.
I turned around while waiting in line for security check.
He leaned against the guardrail, holding a camera, and the smile on his face was a language I couldn't understand.
I turned my face, covered my mouth, and let my tears burst its banks without restraint.
I took the box out on the plane. The dust is completely sealed.
I looked at them casually, and the yellowed old letters could smell the shallow breath of memory.
I imagine what expression he uses to look at these words that exist only for him.
And how do these ordinary stationery leave the temperature of his fingerprints on every page?
These letters are in the wrong order. I smiled when I saw the fourth letter. At the bottom, I wrote, I will ask you for these letters in ten years. You should keep them well.
I will come in less than two years.
The best meeting, the hardest goodbye. That's all.
I have no other requirements. I hope your choice is really right, that would be great.
(2) I stubbornly prefer old things. Perhaps there is this paranoid nostalgia in the bones of Cancer.
There is a saying in everyone's book that everyone will become a book after death. Some people are travel atlases, others are cookbooks.
I always write my life to a certain paragraph, and then read the previous story all the time, knowing that this book can't be modified.
But it is even more impossible for me to tear off those pages, knead them into a ball and throw them into the trash can.
Because, only with good and bad, you are complete.
I didn't know how to comfort Jay that night.
I said, I wish I were by your side, so I can hug you, because I don't know what else to do.
He said, you have matured a lot, really.
Then I talked about all the forests I had seen in college and shared my deep or shallow feelings in this noise.
Finally, I draw a conclusion that some people are used to walking all their lives, some people just walk with you for a while, and some people are dogs. Just pass by and avoid it, don't be serious.
(3) Wear headphones as always to isolate one noise from another.
The later story is that CC came to Chengdu.
Chunxi Road Du Fu Caotang wide and narrow lane.
After coming out of KFC, everything became inexplicable and became a rhythm that I couldn't keep up with.
This is between them. Apart from the disappearance of CC, I feel that since I am in Sichuan, I have to bear some responsibilities.
So I found CC and gave them enough time.
The midnight wind gives me a headache. 1 1: 30 It's already half past six. In addition to couples wandering in the street, there are private taxis that stop from time to time to ask me where to go.
Colorful and dazzling billboards alternate with the harsh lights of vehicles, and I only find my clear figure in the light and shadow.
By the time they came back, I had fallen asleep leaning against the door, vaguely remembering how the couple in the opposite room looked at me with complicated and slightly sympathetic eyes when they came back.
"The child was kicked out by people in the room, right?" If I were them, I would think so.
(4) Later, I met them. A group of fools who can ask me to squander my youth and laugh with me.
I told QY that I like this team, but I don't want to have love in this team.
Because I'm afraid of losing.
Once the bond breaks, everything is lost.
Cycling on the green heart road, cooking on Sun Island, singing in the music school, and eating griddle grilled fish in the griddle shop.
We swam in this helpless campus, without fatigue or numbness, performing the wonderful things that only belong to us.
(5) If meeting them by accident, then meeting JY by accident is inevitable.
At least I think so.
So close and so far away.
Quiet and hazy night, only choose to use language to measure the distance between heart and heart, and profane each other's unreserved truth with soul.
So I met myself, and then I exiled myself.
The world is full of money, the city is bustling, the crowd is bustling, and the scars are deep and shallow.
The body marches in the black and white world and is enslaved by the beauty of its own fantasy.
Silent movies on paper played back over and over again have become the only nerve that can sting.
It doesn't matter whether it's doom or fate.
That's good. Let nature take its course. That's good.
He said, in fact, you don't really like traveling, you just feel insecure, so you have to keep going.
In fact, I really didn't think so many reasons to prove the meaning of my walking.
Maybe I want to stay, too
But I'm sorry, I haven't found a reason to stay yet.
(6) There are always some bad children in others' eyes.
I like smoking, one after another.
I like surfing the internet, and I often don't eat and don't know day and night.
Maybe there will be girlfriends who hate the smell of cigarettes, and maybe there will be a group of ambiguous women.
They just walked to the balcony alone on a quiet night and lit a cigarette.
They said they haven't found anyone who can settle them down.
They say that every boy who likes smoking has his own story and helplessness behind him.
They say that sometimes when a boy indulges himself, he only does what he likes.
They also said that you should never learn to smoke.
I said, ok, I won't learn.
(7) Then I want to write about dormitories.
In this small room for six people
Behind every familiar or unfamiliar clutter, it seems to be a warm episode.
I like a sentence very much. Dormitory is a container of burning youth, loaded with my complicated years.
Everything sleeps quietly in this room full of memories, as if telling a story called youth.
I like the way we used to be, without so many chaotic and noisy times.
I told myself that everything would be fine.
(8) orchids.
The emotional woman who is crazy and sad with me, who doesn't know much, still says that she has a man's heart.
I don't know if it's lucky or unlucky not to forget things after getting drunk.
But what I remember most is that night, two drunken women hugged each other and cried, saying how important each other was.
Every time, I can always comfort myself: fortunately, this school still has you.
I hope you do the same.
One day, we will see that each other has faded away from the youth and caution when they first entered the university.
At that time, will we smile at each other because of our debauchery together?
(9) Get to know each other in the most chaotic time of life and wander at the top of life.
This is what we are now.