He leaned his head against the window of the train, and the train bumped, driving the window to vibrate together, and his head ached a little. The brown suitcase was placed beside him, silent.

Passing an abandoned gas station outside the window, a dusty red car stopped in front of the tanker and was left behind by a train with a speed of 300 kilometers per hour.

He waited for a while and looked out of the window, looking out from time to time at the abandoned towns on the Gobi Desert. Because the train tracks are parallel to the abandoned Highway 5, it is not uncommon for small towns to die along the way.

Another abandoned telephone pole passed by the window, and the broken wire fell to the ground. The bare wire looked like blood flowing out of blood vessels. The black crow stood on the telephone pole, cocked his head and watched the white train fly by.

"The crow's eyes are red!" The immature female voice rang in his mind again.

He tossed his head helplessly, trying to throw the children's voice out of his head, but it firmly grasped his most sensitive nerve and pulled him into his memory:

"Look, look, that crow is so strange!" The six-year-old girl with mushroom head took his hand and pointed to the crow on the red spire roof.

"What's strange, but it's all black." He straightened his chest as if he were an adult.

The little girl pouted unhappily, and the fleshy little hand took him a few more steps forward, stubbornly pointing to the crow on the roof and saying, "It's just different! Look at it! "

He cocked his head and stared at the crow for a long time, and the crow stared at him for a long time. The air is full of lemonade.

"No, why can't I see it?" He turned to look at the girl's big eyes like stars, but he still didn't see anything strange.

The little girl was anxious, so she pulled him close to the house, pointed at the crow and leaned over his ear. She said in a low voice, especially mysteriously, "The crow's eyes are red!" " "

"ah!"

"It's as red as ruby! Very special and beautiful! " The little girl let him go and turned around with open hands. The pink skirt is in full bloom like a small flower, and her smiling face shines in the sun.

Memories freeze at this moment. The little girl with mushroom head in pink skirt, the summer dress, the sunshine in the square, the crow on the red spire house, the smell of lemonade in the air, and the aunt's selling at the pancake stall have all become a painting.

two

When he walked out of the station, he was met by hot air mixed with dust, which made his coat hunt.

He walked along an abandoned old highway. The wind ran past him, mixed with dust and waste paper, and blew the dry bushes on both sides of the road to the ground. He narrowed his eyes in the sand wind and stared at the steel-blue city ahead.

That's his hometown.

This steel-blue city stands at the end of the road, where he was born, in the middle of the Gobi full of cactus, red willow, tumbleweed and dead wood.

The city rose overnight because of the discovery of oil and iron ore a long time ago, but it was defeated overnight. The ups and downs were so abrupt.

With his head down, he continued to walk into the city, and the eagle's shadow passed on the ground. The scorching sun transfers heat to the dry land, just like the heat from his beating heart.

"Damn it." He cursed in a low voice, and the memory came back to him:

In the summer afternoon, the sun shines through the big French window, and the room looks bright and spacious. The trees on the ground are mottled, and the wind with peach flavor blows into the room. Pure white screens undulate like waves.

He knelt beside the big white bed in the room, and the wooden floor was cool and comfortable.

She lay prone on the big bed and leaned out of the bed.

She held his hand tightly and put it on her beating chest.

"The crow's eyes are red, as red as jewels." She squinted lazily like a cat, with a smile in her eyes.

He gently leaned his head against hers and inhaled the smell of peaches on his body.

"Yes, the crow's eyes are red, as red as jewels."

She brushed her hand gently over the fine hair that had just grown on his lips, and her brown eyes sparkled.

"Like a star." She thought.

His spitting throat moved, and her clenched hand became hot. Her chest began to beat violently, and her palms were transmitting hot heat.

He raised his hand to pin up a strand of broken hair for her, gently lifted her little chin, closed his eyes trembling, and his hot lips gently covered her delicate lips.

This is a mint kiss. Yes, it was the mint grass that summer, cool and bitter, but it condensed all the beauty of summer.

Outside the window, the wind suddenly blew.

three

He walked through the ruins of the city, and bare steel bars and broken concrete walls were everywhere.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to find a familiar smell in this city. But he couldn't find anything, so he had to lower his head, carry a heavy suitcase and walk through the cracked road by memory.

"There is a pancake stall, a game hall, a bookstore, a fountain with portraits, a flower bed, a swing, an alley leading to the school, a green mailbox, and ..."

With his eyes closed, he restored the city to its original appearance bit by bit in his mind. It's bustling, lively and full of human atmosphere. His nose also found a familiar smell bit by bit with memory.

The aroma of pancakes, the sour and sweet taste of lemonade, and the cool mint taste in summer afternoon.

The smell of peaches on her body. He seems to be able to touch her, her smooth long hair, her warm skin and trembling eyelashes, and-the soft lips.

"Her eyes are bright and clear, like gems and stars."

He suddenly opened his eyes, but his outstretched hand only caught a handful of air.

He shook his head in disappointment. There is no pancake stall, no game room, no bookstore, nothing he once knew. There are only ruins here, only rusty billboards swaying in the wind and deserted empty cities.

He sat decadent in the broken stone chair beside him.

"We abandoned it and killed it ourselves." Tears fell from the corner of his closed eyes:

"Do you really want to go?" She took his hand, and the water vapor welled up in her eyes again, and her nose was red with tears.

He gritted his teeth and pulled his hand out of his palm: "I have no choice."

"You can't stay? We can always live here, we can we can form a family together, we can raise our children together, we can ... "

"Stop it!" He Hesheng interrupted her, "haven't you realized the reality? This city is hopeless, and the technology it has been relying on is not worth mentioning in front of new technologies! After all, it will be eliminated. What is the way out here! "

She stayed for half a ring: "So, are you really going to give it up to pursue your future?"

"Not me, all of you! Most people in this city have moved away and have been eliminated! There is no way out to stay here! " He paused. "Also come with me. We can work together and have a better future. "

"But this is home, our home! How can you give up? " She pleaded, "Stay, we can save it."

"But it's old! It's broken! It is useless for you to recognize reality, it is just a victim of the times! " He shouted at her, and his voice echoed in the station of Nuoda. Like him, people who wanted to give up and flee the city stopped in a hurry and looked at them in surprise. The air was suddenly silent and heavy.

She looked into his eyes, and the water vapor in his eyes condensed into beads and slipped down, hitting the crystal flowers on his shoes. The light in her eyes also broke with the tears.

She smiled sadly and stepped back.

"I will guard it." She paused. "Do you remember what color the crow's eyes are?" Her voice is hoarse.

He opened his mouth and made no answer.

She resolutely turned around, no longer with a trace of nostalgia.

He looked at the distant figure behind her and murmured, "It's red, ruby red, just like the red dress you are wearing today, bright and moving."

The signal "Boo-hoo-hoo" sounded, and he turned to get on the bus. The cold metal door slammed behind him.

From then on, the world is strange.

four

He was lying on the bed in a big shabby room, and a gray spider was quietly weaving a web in the corner of the room.

The bed is very broken, and there are jumping springs and stains everywhere. In a corner of the room, things representing his various honors and titles poured out of his brown suitcase and curled up in the bright flame, making a crackling sound.

The pure white screen window was covered with dust and became dusty. The huge French windows are also covered with a thick layer of dust.

As the sun sets, golden red light permeates the room through French windows. The wind mixed with dust poured in from the hole in the French window, making a whining sound; Dust rolled up in the setting sun and danced in the air; The dead branches outside the window are pulled out into long shadows in the sunset and cast out of the window, posing in strange shapes, like graffiti and ferocious minions.

He looked out of the window and the whole city was wrapped in the red light of the sunset. The shadows of tall buildings have been painted for a long time. On the ground, other buildings show strange shapes. There is no sound in the whole city, only the wind travels alone in the ruins. Occasionally, two stray cats jump out of the shadow of the building and drag their long shadows across the cracked street.

He closed his eyes and remembered a sentence he had read in a book: "The teenager suddenly fell asleep in the city, and people went to empty buildings, and things changed, just waiting for that person to wake him up and be reborn in the glory of sunset and sunrise."

He stirred up the corners of his mouth, closed his eyes gently, and felt the breath of life flowing from the opening of his wrist. Ruby-like red spring water flowed into a lonely line in the glory of the sunset.

"I want to fall asleep suddenly in this city. It is empty, but no one will wake me up. I will wake up in the dark and hug you with my star eyes in the dark.

I, uh, went home. "