At least, we have looked up together. In the days when there is no light, we use stars to illuminate; in the days when there is no you, we use tears instead; in the days when there is no pursuit, what should I take? To fill?

The flowers are still fragrant, the birds are still singing, the sunshine is still quiet, the sky is still clear, the white clouds are still indifferent, the jungle is still green, the wind is still familiar, the familiar whispers are mixed with the familiar temperature, but No one as familiar as you walks out of the background of birds and flowers, bringing me the long-lost warmth...

Has the ending already been written?

So, should I go left or right?

The place where we first met, the painted background picture, the light blue sky with a slight drizzle, the Ferris wheel standing high above our heads, those spinning wheels full of laughter Trojan...

At that time, you were looking at the ring-shaped object above your head, and at that time, I was looking at the ring-shaped image reflected in your eyes. The angle you looked up at the Ferris wheel at that time was just like the angle I looked up at you at that time. Your pious eyes, the arc of your smile, and the noisy voices behind you were all filtered out by you silently. At that time, I saw the sincerity in your eyes when you looked pious, and then I saw the curvature of the corners of your mouth when you smiled. It was just that you were so focused at that time, so these small details were followed by the noisy voices behind you. It was filtered out silently by you.

At that time, was it happiness that you looked up at?

Do you also know the legend about the Ferris wheel? Do you also believe in the legend about the Ferris wheel? Do you also want to look up to the height of happiness? That's why you were so pious then? So, will your smile be so lonely then?

So why did I become sincere? Why do you smile unconsciously? Could it be that I also believed in that ancient legend? That’s why I unconsciously become sincere, smile unconsciously, and choose to follow you unconsciously, looking up at the Ferris wheel and happiness together?

So, every time it rains slightly, I will unconsciously think of you?

Therefore, every time I feel lonely, I will unconsciously look up to you Ferris wheel?

Therefore, every time I see the carousel, I will unconsciously filter out the noise around me, and only you and me at that time, and us at that time, will be left in my mind The expression when we look up together?

But, have you ever passed me? Have we ever stopped together?

Still, we have really met and really stared at each other, even if it was just a simple second. It's just that the past was too far away, the encounter was too short, the years were too long, and we are, after all, too small, and our limited memory cannot bear the complicated footnotes in infinite years. Therefore, after those few encounters, after those few negotiations, after so many inadvertent thoughts, the memories that really existed were treated as the slides that I played. illusory.

Tiny fragments in infinite light years...

Billions of light years in infinite tiny fragments...

So, is there anything I have forgotten? Bits and pieces?

For example, at that time, a song happened to be repeated around us, and it struck each other's hearts warmly...

For example, at that time, there happened to be a song behind us The down-and-out painter carved the expressions when we looked up...

For another example, at that time, we exchanged each other's names and left each other's contact information...

Or maybe we were squeezed into a small restaurant by the moving crowd, but we could just see the entire Ferris wheel. We sit face to face in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. The Ferris wheel in the dusk becomes your best background. The ring-shaped neon lights flash behind you, changing into different colors. Your eyes reflect the orange lights in the room. You The corners of his mouth were slightly curved by the warm air in the room.

At that time, you softly hummed the shallow melody of "Ghost Confused":

Someone asked me where you are?

Over the years I I can’t forget it

No matter how beautiful the spring breeze is, it can’t compare to your smile

People who have never seen you will not understand

…

Because no matter how soft the light is, it cannot compare to your eyes, and no matter how clear the sky is, it cannot compare to your singing.

Later, I waited quietly in front of the window, looking at the outside world through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, a world full of people and dimly lit. The rain broke into our memory at an untimely time, and it fell so densely on the transparent glass window, drawing glaring tracks like tear stains. The fog rises outside the window, blurring the colorless transparent glass in an instant, blurring the flashing neon lights, blurring the bustling lights outside the window, blurring your back as you turn away, blurring the fact that I want to keep watching you disappear into the crowd Sight...

Is this how we got lost that day?

So, where will the next meeting be? How many years from now? What would it be like?

Under the platform at night, we were drowned in the crowded crowd, relying on the stop sign to wait for the last bus home. Occasionally, we looked back and saw each other with tired faces. When we were about to speak , but were involuntarily dispersed by the crowd of people rushing to get on the bus, and once again lost the other party's whereabouts...

On the street with a cool moonlight, we faced each other across the empty road. OK. When the wind passed by, it took away my white silk scarf. Like dandelions crossing the ocean, they crossed the wide sidewalk and landed at your feet without any deviation. You leaned over and picked them up gently, as if you had traveled through thousands of years of reincarnation. When your eyes focused again, we discovered each other. Occasionally there would be two or three passers-by passing by, but we just looked at each other and lost our words for a moment...

Under the winter starry sky, we were like two planets heading toward the brightest city center at the same speed. The lights came closer, without an appointment, but they stopped at the same place at the same time, and then looked up at the same light in the same direction at the same angle... But, was there still light rain in the sky at that time? Will we cry and call each other out, or smile and say goodbye?

So, if, if there is a chance to meet again in the future, can you, can you give me time for a meal so that we can sit down and have a meal quietly?

Because, I can’t sing;

Because, I can’t draw;

Because, I’m afraid I won’t be able to repeat it year after year. There is one thing;

Because I can’t think of anything that can keep me persisting. Perhaps, I only do it every day when I eat. At that time, I will remember that there is such a person. You, once, we had a meal.

……

When memories grow old in time, when heartbeats freeze in time, when youth falls into a tomb, when all legends are seen through, when all romance All have been bleached, and when the years have been stretched long enough that we can no longer remember each other, at least we can still remember the time of a meal.

…

Many years later, I may walk alone on the street, and then walk to the place where we met like a ghost, filtering out the noise around me by some strange combination, and falling into the world. Looking up at the Ferris wheel with pious eyes, looking up at the height of happiness; then silently walked into the restaurant, which was not big or small, but just enough to see the entire Ferris wheel. At that time, I sat down in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the rotating Ferris wheel outside the window. One box after another slowly approached the height of happiness.

The ring-shaped neon lights flashed in front of my eyes, changing into different colors. Maybe my eyes would reflect the bright lights, and the whole restaurant was filled with the faint melody of "Ghosts and Hearts":

I am willing to follow you To the ends of the earth

Although time always rushes us forward

Although love is always annoying

Although we cannot know what the future will be like

Is it too early to say goodbye?

...

When dusk covered the whole city, I left alone in the gradually extinguishing lights, just like you at that time The same, the figure is resolute and decisive. There is no wave of memory, no hesitation of being lost, no loneliness that is covered by the years, everything is as calm as before, as if we have never met, never passed in front of each other, never broke into each other's life, and never looked up at the sky. Wheel, looking up at the height of happiness...

We have always been guarding the same belief in our own worlds, in unknown corners of the city.

When all expectations disappeared, at least, we still looked up together.

That's it, good.

I think, that's it, it's true, it's good.

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