I searched in my mind, but I can't remember who she is. She then reminded, "Eldest brother forgot? Help me with my bag a few days ago! " I remember this time. I used to work in the cinema, met many people, and occasionally walked in the street. Someone will always say hello, and those who are familiar with it will add a few words. If the unfamiliar "uh-huh" answer, the other party will often find out and add "Do you still work in the art center?" I often go to your place to watch movies! "After I left, I went my way and stopped thinking about the correct number.
For this little girl named Lulu, when she was two or three years old, she called me when she saw me in the street. He left without hearing. The girl was crying sadly. Her mother told me. I feel I owe my children something. Bought her a drink. She should be sixteen now, and she is still a big fan of ours. Cher took the initiative to ask my phone number this time, and I also wrote down her name and number. I know her name is Cher, which is a nice name, but I don't know her last name. I have more opportunities to meet Cher, and most of them come to my place to watch movies.
At that time, I was writing a novel "Around the River". When she saw my manuscript, she was going to read it with her. I generously gave it to her, and when she returned the manuscript, she helped me change punctuation and typos and even some sentences. Like a teacher in China, he added comments.
She said that she is a liberal arts student and likes writing. Later, I dropped out of school, and some things at home left school before the end of last semester in senior three. She calls home every month. Not much money, divided into two accounts. One is my hometown in Guizhou, and the other is Chongqing Southwest University of Political Science and Law. For the latter, I am a little curious and ask again and again. She said it was her first love. She was in college and her family was in a bad situation. She gave some help. I don't know why I reminded him: "Is it worth it?" She said, "Whatever ..."
I'm right next to my crow mouth. One day two years later. She called me. We went to the coffee shop for the first time. She drank one cup after another. I said, "Is it bitter?" She said, "I can't see the difference." Then he asked me for a cigarette and took a sip, choking badly, with tears in his eyes. I don't know whether she asked me or herself, but her voice murmured, "What's the matter? Where's my money? Is it dirty? If you want to break up with me, say goodbye. What reason are you looking for? " I heard the clouds and fog, and there were no more words of comfort. Sincere listening is the greatest comfort.
The coffee shop at zero, after zero, there are really many people. She's a little upset. We got up and went out. Snowflakes are falling in the street. Snowflakes are not big and scattered all over the floor. The' light and shadow' of the street lamp seems to have been folded and squeezed into the gap of snowflakes. There are few pedestrians in the street. Occasionally a taxi honks for us. I tried to stop the car several times to send her home.
She turned them down. She waved and slipped in the snow like a drunk. I took off my coat and put it on her, and walked slowly all the way. I searched many topics for comfort and didn't say a word. The pain of lovelorn love has been experienced. I only know to be quiet, then be quiet, and let time heal this wound.
Walking like this, she was in front and I was behind, leaving two lines of fragmentary footprints on South Street. Until Shuijing Road, the street hut in the red light district. Watching her figure disappear there. I walked along the street for a long time, without east, west, north and south. When you are tired, go back to the dormitory. What do you want to write when you open the paper? Don't say a word to accompany me A few days passed and there was no news of her. The phone is out of service. I went to that shop from memory. Her sister gave me a letter she wrote to me.
Big brother: I'm leaving. Get out of here A little nostalgic. You know how I make money. ...
Big Brother: It doesn't matter what others think. You have to trust me. The money I earn is clean. Shampoo and massage. My bottom line is 30 yuan. ...
You write very well. If it is fate, I will read your manuscript again. ...
-Liu
Cher left a message.
Cher is gone. My long story will stop here. I don't know who to write it to. Why are you writing? Words are like a naughty girl, and her mood is capricious. Sometimes she jumps into the paper, and sometimes she can't combine a few pieces after a long silence. My novel is still on hold.