There are few pedestrians on the road, and it is lifeless. Occasionally, a car passes by, and everyone in the car seems to be sleepy and yawns. I met Shi Ting that day.
That is an old bus, and the outside of the bus is covered with dirty dust. The bus is also very shabby, and many sofas and chairs on the seats are rotten, and yellow sponges are leaking. It's a little hot in the car, and the only fan is buzzing. The car is full of aunts and uncles, and the driveway is full of messy goods and food baskets. Everyone in the car fell asleep in the tattered seat. Many years later, I once again saw Shi Ting sitting in such a car.
She is wearing a red T-shirt and blue jeans, which is in sharp contrast with the color of the whole car. Her hair has been cut short, and her face has some mature indifference. Unlike before, not as passionate and simple as I remember.
When I saw her, she also noticed me. When our eyes meet, there seems to be some kind of intentional indifference. But soon I smiled at her and she smiled, too. I know she recognized me, too.
We talked a lot in the car, life in college, the situation of several classmates who are familiar with each other, and their hobbies. We chatted with the whole car, accompanied by the yawning and sleeping sound of the whole town.
We asked each other how they were doing, and everything was fine. Talk about what happened in the past and future plans. There seems to be a feeling of reunion of old friends and bosom friends in my heart. We are not talking about love, but the ignorant and crazy love in the past. When she was about to get off the bus, we left our contact information and made an appointment to meet again. Then say goodbye politely.
I thought this time was just a ripple in a quiet life. After all, we are just ordinary classmates, because there is no intersection, and we will eventually be forgotten.
But the next day, I saw her again, and I got a call from her in the morning. She said she wanted to go to the ferry in town. She knew that my family lived in Beimen Street nearby and asked me if I was free today. Would you like to accompany her to have a look? I promised her.
My home is only two or three kilometers from the ferry. When I arrived, she was already waiting for me. She waved and smiled at me. She is beautifully dressed, with black stockings, a short green skirt and a light blue coat.
There is no boat on the ferry, only a long concrete slab is slowly immersed in the water. There are floating weeds beside the cement board. On the ferry, you can overlook the city houses on the other side.
We walked along the river from the ferry to the breakwater. The breakwater is only three meters wide. I walked side by side with her and looked at the scenery without saying a word.
There are abundant aquatic plants along the river, and there is a long tall reed. In the sunshine, she walked on the deserted dam, next to a whole reed and a flowing river, which was very beautiful. I think this is my childhood dream.
"The scenery in my hometown is really beautiful!" She said with some regret.
"Yes, especially in this place by the river. I come to see it every year when I go home. " I agree with you.
"I may stay in this small county in the future." She said with a sigh.
"Why?" I find it strange that most young people in small towns go to work outside.
She told me about her family. "My parents are in poor health. There are only two children in my family, and I have a sister. My parents want me to stay in my hometown. Take a civil servant, marry a local, and then take care of the family. "
"Where do you like to live?" I first heard about her family. I don't know what advice to give.
"You don't understand, my parents are in poor health and need to be taken care of. I am my sister again, so I have to stay at home. And when I was in college, I was also in a city outside. I don't think so. It makes no difference where you live. And the town is also very good, you see how beautiful the scenery is. " She seemed a little unwilling, and I recognized the insincerity in her words.
I nodded, hmm. Comfort her and say, "Just live the life you like."
Knowing that I had signed a contract with a company in a big city, she said, "Come and see me when you get home."
I said, "Of course, I really want to see you."
She was a little shy and didn't go on.
We walked along the breakwater, the river wind was moist, and the waves beat against the side of the breakwater and made a sound. We talked about many topics again. I always hear her sigh one after another, like the sound of the waves.
I don't know what she has been through these years. It seems that she has changed a lot. Become mature and sad. Not the lively and proud girl I once remembered. It seems much better than before, but it's not what I remember.
Later, I went to work in a big city and had less contact with her. When I got off the bus, I found that the bus stop was the bus stop where I met her that summer. I wanted to call to see her, but I held back. Childhood friends, the story of a small town should be over.