When the train finally pulled into Chengdu East Station, Yang Li's heart couldn't help hanging up.

I don't know what it feels like. I obviously want to go back to this city, which is neither my hometown nor a foreign city, but when I saw the four scarlet LED fonts of "Chengdu East Station", I felt a palpitation. Maybe you're a little nervous? He thought humorously, just go home.

As the sharp meshing sound between the wheels and the rails became smaller and smaller, the westbound train successfully completed its mission and stopped at the terminal.

Strangers full of cars rushed out of the narrow car door with big bags and small bags, as if they would miss the next series of buses and buses later. They talked loudly with their companions about buying new year's goods, cursed in strong Sichuan dialect, complained about the crowded people, and completely ignored the iron plate under their feet or the children around them, causing the flight attendants to constantly persuade them to pay attention to safety with loudspeakers. However, the sound as high as 80 decibels was quickly integrated into the bustling crowd in JaeHee like bubbles in the sun.

Yang Li naturally didn't return empty-handed. He is carrying a bulging black travel bag, which contains strange souvenirs and local products. There is a computer bag hanging on his chest in a funny way. He was carrying a wrapped plastic bag in his left hand and pulling a silvery white suitcase full of clothes in his right hand, and it crunched. This dress, combined with the unkempt appearance caused by the turmoil of one day and one night, doesn't look like a college student at all. Instead, he looks like a small trader who ran away from his investment failure, or the kind who dropped out of junior high school.

But Yang Li doesn't think there is anything wrong with this. He is used to being casual. Even if passers-by really look at him with contempt, he won't care. At most, he will only hold a pair of glasses with his middle finger when passing by to show his dissatisfaction. In front of the mirror at the end of the carriage, Yang Li adjusted the messy clothes, easily straightened out the bangs that were about to rise to the sky on her forehead, and finally made herself look less greasy, trying to smile, because she was so happy to go home soon, but her wandering eyes told herself that she couldn't do it at all. Is really ugly, thought of here, Yang Li corners of the mouth can't help but bend, peep out one silk shallow smile.

Out of the car door, Yang Li took a deep breath of air, full of familiar smell, which is the kind of street flavor that is not found in other places. Its sharpness contains essential simplicity, and there is a little leisure hidden in haste. Even if you don't go to the city center, you can experience the unique flavor of Chengdu at the railway station, which makes Yang Li, a wanderer who has been away from home for a long time, feel particularly cordial. Although you dig deeper, Chengdu is not his hometown.

Dragging luggage out of the station, Yang Li's mind can't help but see the girl's appearance.

Long time no see, Zhang Xinyue.

A sudden throb. In a blink of an eye, he seemed to be sixteen again.

two

Zhang Xinyue received a message from Li Yang in the middle of the night.

"Are you there?"

Seeing the familiar avatar flashing, Zhang Xinyue naturally opened the dialog box, entered "In", and then clicked Send.

"I returned to Chengdu. Is it convenient to meet at some time? "

"Of course."

"Tomorrow, then. See you tomorrow. "

"ok."

"Then you can have a rest quickly. It's getting late. If you can't sleep well, your skin will be bad, haha! "

Zhang Xinyue typed the last word "good", hesitated for a moment, and added "good night" to send it. To Yang Li's surprise, she didn't reply to my message. Seeing the word "good night" hanging at the bottom of the screen, she couldn't help feeling a little annoyed, suddenly feeling a little funny, wondering that her mentality was no longer so elegant and calm compared with usual.

As usual, I played with my mobile phone for a while. When I was ready to sleep, Zhang Xinyue found that she couldn't sleep. The more she hinted that she would sleep peacefully, the more she felt that her mind was a mess, but she was more awake. "Then don't sleep," Zhang Xinyue thought bitterly, so she quietly got out of bed, put on her shoes and crept out of the door.

The moonlight tonight is beautiful, to be honest, especially beautiful. Although it is winter, the fog is not big, and the clouds in the sky can be seen clearly, not to mention the stars. Unfortunately, the stars are not as bright as when they were young, but they still radiate warm light, soothing the melancholy of sleepless people on the earth. Zhang Xinyue has nothing to be sad about, except occasional insomnia. Her sleep is not very good, and the news that Yang Li is back makes her feel a little confused, although she doesn't want to admit it.

Walking in the quiet street step by step, the gentle moonlight also sprinkled on Zhang Xinyue's delicate body through the green forest. The wind began to get stronger, and she still walked firmly. The traffic here is as endless as during the day, but the difference is that the roaring traffic sounds seem to make people a little intoxicated, which makes Zhang Xinyue fall into deep memories.

That summer, Zhang Xinyue was seventeen.

It's the age when girls are as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade. She has silky black hair, which reflects the burning luster under the touch of the sun. Only a simple ponytail is needed to show the youthful vitality of a girl to the fullest. She has a pair of talking eyes, bright and dazzling, even the summer afternoon sun is eclipsed in front of them. As long as you bend a little, infinite tenderness will rush out of her thin corner of your eye.

It was that summer that she first met Yang Li.

In her first impression, Yang Li doesn't seem to have anything special. As soon as he entered the classroom, the skinny boy sat in the corner with a faint loss and melancholy on his face. When all the students around him were frolicking and having fun, he just sat on his desk silently, even a little embarrassed. Yes, after all, I was assigned to a new class and had to start all over again, but I was a little too introverted.

three

Yang Li, who returned to Chengdu, did not intend to take another bus to go home immediately, but stayed at his uncle's house for the time being.

I haven't seen you for half a year. My uncle and nephew has a lot to say. However, before we could talk more, my uncle received a phone call saying that he had something to go out. In this way, Yang Li had to be bored at home alone to kill time.

The clock goes very slowly. Neither watching TV nor listening to music can alleviate Yang Li's growing anxiety. He doesn't know what's wrong with him, but Zhang Xinyue's appearance has been beating in his mind, sometimes blurred, sometimes clear, and he wants to know what she has become after leaving for more than a year.

Yang Li struggled to get up from the sofa, walked to the window and pushed it away. Suddenly, a cold feeling came over him, making him shiver, and his anxiety suddenly dissipated. He tightened his collar, but he didn't intend to close the window, but turned his eyes to the world outside the window-this strange and familiar city.

The night is already deep, and the lights are almost dim, but unexpectedly, the moon is bright tonight, really, especially bright. Buildings, communities, sidewalks, etc. Everything that Ben Cain was not in the dark was naked before his eyes under the temptation of moonlight, and even a stray cat curled up in the corner of the roof could be seen sleeping peacefully. There are few pedestrians, but the traffic in the driveway is endless. Red and yellow lights don't want to decorate this lonely city, but they make Chengdu even more lonely. In this cold winter night, probably few people will be as preoccupied as themselves, Yang Li thought.

Looking at the bright moon, Yang Li inadvertently lost her mind and her thoughts were hooked back to that summer three years ago.

It was the first day of high school. Because Yang Li's grade in Grade One of Senior High School has been greatly improved, she was forced to be demoted from an excellent class to an ordinary class. So on the day of placement, Yang Li's mood was very low. When he came to a new class group, he looked at the messy classmates in front and talked noisily. His heart is full of remorse, and he even wants to go to an excellent class and ask his former class teacher to let him take him in. But the reality is often so cruel. Yang Li not only has to spend the remaining two years in ordinary classes, but even the assigned head teacher is one of the teachers he dislikes very much.

Yang Li doesn't want to compete with them for a so-called good position. He prefers to huddle in the corner, and it is best that no one knows himself.

"Isn't this the one in the excellent class?"

Suddenly there came an untimely sarcastic voice behind him. He looked back and saw the man clearly. He has some impressions, but he never knows his name.

"Ah, yes."

"How did you get into our class?"

"I can't study."

Say Yang Li embarrassed and polite smile, and then turned away, don't want to continue this topic.

It happened that at that time, he saw Zhang Xinyue.

The side face suddenly attracted him. Time seems to have stopped, and the hot summer sun shines on the girl's delicate face through the glass window, drawing a glowing outline. She is reading a book, and her quiet face is in sharp contrast with the noisy crowd around her. It seems that the barren hillside is full of fragrant flowers in an instant, and all you can see at one time is colorful and dazzling; Another example is that a sparrow on a telephone pole was accidentally hit by high voltage electricity. It fell from a high place, and the wind just blew, but its body was numb and unconscious. In short, at this moment, Yang Li's life trajectory has been deflected.

He suddenly remembered a sentence.

The world is affectionate, but in midsummer it is white porcelain and plum soup, and broken ice hits the wall.

four

Because Zhang Xinyue found a temporary worker for the winter vacation, the boss only gave him half a day off, so they had to make an appointment to meet after lunch. The location is set at the North Railway Station near her. To tell the truth, there is no suitable place to go near the North Railway Station, but Yang Li insisted that Zhang Xinyue should not run too far, so he had to take more than 40 bus stops silently. Of course, Zhang Xinyue didn't know these details.

Yang Li told his uncle in advance that he had something to do this day, so he didn't have lunch at home. Then he immediately ran to a barber shop downstairs and asked Mr. Tony to wash his hair. Then he went to the supermarket to buy some bread and got on the bus in a hurry.

How time flies on the bus!

Yang Li is almost fidgeting at the fading scenery on the roadside, listening to the bus stop broadcast by the mechanical female voice, counting the distance from Zhang Xinyue, and his heart is beating faster and faster. At this moment, he was a little surprised that he still had a crush on her, but it also made his mood more anxious.

On the other hand, Zhang Xinyue has been waiting at the appointed place, but her mobile phone battery is insufficient 10%, so it is hard to say that she can wait for Yang Li smoothly.

Well, Yang Li is actually a nice person, really nice. Zhang Xinyue quite some regrets ground think, just don't like it. But the line between likes and dislikes is not so clear. Maybe I had a crush on him three years ago. At that time, Zhang Xinyue was a little confused about his mentality.

She fell into memories again. Unlike Yang Li, her fond memories of high school were given by another boy. The fragment about Yang Li is probably limited to the days when she sat at the same table with him: he has a poet-like melancholy temperament, even when he laughs, he is weak; Let him tell himself math problems, and he will even blush; When he is teased by the boy at the front desk with malicious intent, he will sharply refute the boy for himself and even risk losing face ... In short, Yang Li is very different from other boys. He looks like an immature child and an over-mature adult. His body is full of mystery, and his heart is like the sea of Wang Yang, unfathomable. It's a pity that Zhang Xinyue didn't know this. As long as she is willing, Yang Li is even willing to cut open her heart. Even now, it is the same.

five

After nearly two hours of turbulence, Yang Li finally reached his destination.

As soon as he got off the bus, he stared at the crowd at the bus stop, trying to find Zhang Xinyue, but after a long search, Yang Li had to accept the fact that Zhang Xinyue was not at the appointed place.

Yang Li had to send her a message: "I have arrived, where are you?"

However, after waiting for more than ten minutes without Zhang Xinyue's reply, Yang Li had no choice but to beat around the bush near the bus stop sign, expecting her to suddenly appear.

At this moment, his phone rang. This is a strange number. Yang Li hesitated and answered.

"Yang Li, I will wait for you at the East Square of the railway station."

"Ah, Zhang Xinyue, have you changed your number?"

"No, my mobile phone is dead. This is borrowed from someone else. Come here. "

"Ok, I'll be right there."

Hang up the phone at the moment, Yang Li's heart began to fever, pace involuntarily slowed down. He wants to calm his emotions quickly. But the more depressed, the more intense the flame in my heart, and even make Yang Li feel the willies all over. It is too hot in winter.

Finally, in the appointed East Square, Yang Li saw the once familiar figure.

She sat in the chair in front of the store, her beautiful outline shone with the light of early summer in the warm winter sun, and her side face was as serene and quiet as ever.

"Hello, Zhang Xinyue. Long time no see. " Yang Li walked over to the figure and pretended to say easily.

Zhang Xinyue looked up and a bright smile flashed on his face. "Hi, long time no see, Li Tongxue!"

"You have been waiting for me for a long time, I'm sorry."

"No, just for a while. Where are we going now? "

"Have you had lunch? Go find dry food? "

"Ha ha, good."

Then they got up to feed.

Sit down and chat as usual, mainly about my life in college for the past six months. Yang Li speaks indiscriminately, which makes Zhang Xinyue hide his face and smile. "You have changed a lot."

"No, I think I am still as handsome as before, hehe."

Zhang Xinyue left the pie mouth and turned supercilious look, which made Yang Li feel a little embarrassed.

After dinner, Yang Li is worried about where to play. He racked his brains for a long time, but he still couldn't decide a good place to go. They had to wander aimlessly in the street.

One step, two steps ... The pictures of peers have never been so harmonious.

Chengdu is such a vulgar city. It has a video game city, a cinema and a playground, but it often can't accommodate those who don't have enough material. In the face of money, everything can be clearly marked, but for individuals, the most precious thing in life cannot be priced. For example, for Yang Li, the hours spent with Zhang Xinyue this day.

Chengdu has its gentle side, it has endless alleys, people can walk slowly and tell each other about their buried affection; It has many intersections without zebra crossings and traffic lights. When boys take girls across the street, they can hold her hand and feel precious and short-lived tenderness. However, a guy like Yang Li, who prides himself on being lofty and upright, is always on the way to miss and can no longer grasp the opportunity.

six

Yang Li and Zhang Xinyue chatted very speculatively along the way. They walked through one strange intersection after another, wandered aimlessly, and shared new things in all directions at the same time.

"I didn't expect you to be so talkative before." Li Yang couldn't help poking fun at Zhang Xinyue.

Zhang Xinyue covered her face awkwardly and bowed her head and laughed. Her ponytail danced up and down with laughter, like a black butterfly.

"But I really think it's good for you." Yang Li's voice is a bit serious. "I hope you can always be so happy."

Zhang Xinyue looked up, the smile in his eyes faded quietly, and he vowed, "You too, we all want to be happy!"

"Be sure!"

Time passed slowly, and the sun changed from warm and brilliant gold to hazy yellow, and soon disappeared at the end of the horizon. Passing vehicles turn on the low beam, the store turns the incandescent lamp to the maximum, and the street lamp lights up silently. Neither of the two people who talked at that time noticed the arrival of the night.

But the night is arrival after all.

Yang Li had to consider when to go back to his uncle's house. His uncle sent several messages asking him if he would go home for dinner.

"Are you going back?" Zhang Xinyue asked.

"Well, it's almost time, and there will be no bus later."

"Uh huh, that depends on how to hurry back. Let's go directly to the bus stop. "

"I'll search first."

Yang Li opened the map and looked at it. He found that the nearest bus stop was not far from here. He was secretly happy and immediately said, "Let's go."

Two people continue to go forward, but not the same as in the afternoon, along the way, both of them were silent.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, the green shrubs on the roadside creak, the mottled leaves fall from the French phoenix tree, the light of street lamps flashes in the cracks of the chaotic dead leaves, even the pale moonlight is shredded, and sporadic moonlight is scattered all over the floor, and their figures are gradually blurred.

Li Hope 1000 meter short journey has no end! If there is a sudden snowstorm, trap them in this street; If the dark area ahead is a mysterious time tunnel, once they enter, they will never get out; If suddenly surrounded by a group of men in black, they respectfully call Yang a young master, then he can generously take a tour of his magnificent castle; If ... Yang Li is bold and unconstrained, the road of 1000 kilometers will come to an end.

There is a bus stop ahead, with such a strong wind blowing, and no passers-by are waiting. Only the bus stop sign stands there alone, waiting for the departure.

"You go, pay attention to safety on the road." Zhang Xinyue's clear voice, so pure that it doesn't seem to be mixed with any emotion.

Li Yang nodded, but he took two steps forward, but he couldn't walk any further. His figure froze there. After two or three seconds, he turned his head with a stiff smile, and the voice from the Adam's apple was obviously from another person.

"Zhang Xinyue, can I hug you?"

Zhang Xinyue obviously surprised, she stare big eyes, didn't answer the words immediately, but staring at Yang Li thin face, o, flow, as bright as the stars in the sky.

"Why?"

Yang Li corners of the mouth with a gherardini radian, seems to want to ease this strange atmosphere.

"Because I can't bear to part with you."

Say and Yang Li strode to Zhang Xinyue and hugged her gently.

The wind is stronger, Zhang Xinyue's hair is dancing wildly in Yang Li's face, and the harsh horn of the bus is faintly heard in the distance, but the whole world in Yang Li is quiet. At this moment, she belongs to him. No matter where she and herself can finally go, no matter what she thinks of herself, even if it only represents a friendship, or just her pity or even charity for him, it is enough to make herself feel great happiness.

Zhang Xinyue's body was as cold as a piece of ice, and she couldn't draw a trace of warmth in Yang Li's arms. Her mind is blank at the moment. Because she never thought that this introverted and serious boy would be so out of line, but at the same time, she vaguely felt a little calm. At this moment, her wandering heart can rest in this port that does not belong to her, even for a short time, but for herself, it is enough to cure the unhealed wound.

On this night in Chengdu, a dull farewell is being staged.

People's youth will pass away, and even the best theater will end. The winter night of 20 15, which belongs to Yang Li and Zhang Xinyue, has also become the warmest memory they have left of each other.

Then no one will remember.