The flickering of neon lights and the swirling light show shimmer on the slightly tumbling river surface of the Bund.

The spire of the Oriental Pearl is tall and pointy, and it looks very dazzling and brilliant in the hazy night.

Yang Yi looked at the endless stream of people around him, bustling, exclamations, and cheers kept ringing in his ears, full of laughter.

Approaching the riverside in winter, a slightly chilly river breeze blew, and Yang Yi couldn't help but tighten the slightly thin shirt on his body, rubbing his hands slightly to make himself warmer.

Yang Yi followed the crowd towards the fence closest to the river, walking very slowly, very lightly, and gently making a sound as if it had not touched the hard concrete pavement.

After walking with the crowd for more than ten minutes, Yang Yi finally came to the closest place to the river, and the perimeter of the fence was full of people, including lovers, friends, and family.

Yang Yi, who was alone, looked a little abrupt in the crowd, and his slender figure was stretched very long under the light......

Yang Yi put his hands on the slightly cold iron railing, some moist river breeze mixed with a little damp moisture rushed to his face, and the fine water droplets were on Yang Yi's cheeks, very smooth and soft, as if a mother was gently caressing her sleeping baby, cautious, and her eyes were full of pity.

The wind blew Yang Yi's slightly messy long hair, and the strands of hair danced with the rhythm of the river breeze, swaying his body from side to side, feeling the rhythm of the wind and the smell of the wind.

"Wow, the Bund is so beautiful, take a picture for me. A girl who had just come to the fence exclaimed, her joy overflowing, and her big eyes sparkling with excitement.

Yang also moved his body to the side without a trace, leaving more space for the girl.

Yang Yi calmly looked at the slightly churning river, with a melancholy look in his eyes, looking quietly, motionless, as if his body had melted into the river, drifting with the waves, not knowing where to drift.

In fact, this is the first time Yang Yi has come to this strange city, and when he saw the Bund that he thought was very far away, he didn't know why he chose this strange and distant city, maybe there was still a trace of unknown expectations in his heart.

The Bund is indeed very charming, and the river breeze is like a warm current repairing Yang Yi's heart, which is full of holes, soft, without leaving a single scratch.

The whole person also slowly fell into a very long time ago memories - a small mountain village, primary school, middle school, university, and then after graduating from college, to today's situation where no one knows the king although the world is big, scenes emerge in Yang Yi's mind like a ribbon, stretching for a long time......

Yang also felt that someone was gently touching him, and turned his head sideways to see three strange girls looking at him.

"Handsome, can you take a picture of us?" said a girl with a smile, her face full of youthful energy and hope for the future.

Yang Yi looked at the girl's sincere smile, and the originally dusty heart in his heart trembled slightly, shaking off a little dust, producing a trace of ripples, and slowly drifting into the distance.

Yang Yi nodded slightly, reached out and took the camera handed by the girl, and the three girls stood in a row, pointing to the Oriental Pearl across the river, with smiles on their faces.

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In an instant, Yang also pressed the shutter to freeze the three girls and the Oriental Pearl in a moment, not dissipating with the flow of time.

The three girls were like a gust of breeze, quickly surrounding Yang Yi's side, exuding a faint smell of perfume on their bodies, which was mixed with the moist river breeze to form a refreshing fragrance, faint.

The three of them looked at the photos in the camera, and the smiles on their faces were even more satisfied, and they greatly admired Yang Yi's photography skills.

Yang Yi responded with a smile, without too many words, and his heart was like a cold and piercing heart that was more cold and piercing than the river wind at this moment, and it was dusty.

"Handsome guy, why don't I take a picture of you as a souvenir?" A girl's voice sounded in Yang Yi's ears like a lark, crisp and crisp, and shook the camera in her hand.

"No need. Yang Yi's slightly hoarse voice sounded, and he politely refused.

He used to like to take pictures, but now things are wrong, and there is no need for that.

After a while, the three girls were ready to leave and said goodbye to Yang Yi, Yang Yi waved his hand, and watched the three of them disappear into the crowd.

Yang Yi turned his head and muttered to himself, "Is it another person?" With a deep self-deprecation, he shook his head slightly, and once again looked into the distance.

Yang Yi quietly felt the breeze on his face, with a hint of cold, opened his hands to embrace the river, listened to the hustle and bustle of the Bund, blended himself into the crowd, became a part of it, and seemed not so lonely.

Time is like fine sand between your fingers, gliding softly, leaving no trace, flowing through unconsciously, drifting with the wind on the wide river.

At eleven o'clock, the figures on the Bund had decreased a little, and many of them were afraid of the cold wind on the river in winter, and left early.

Yang Yi still stood quietly, inconspicuous in the crowd, and his thoughts slowly unfolded with the river breeze, tracing the buried memories.

It is a small mountain village, there is no hustle and bustle of the city, only simple villagers, the sunrise and sunset, there is no colorful, colorful and visible nightlife, only silent night.

Yang Yi was born in this small mountain village, and the family that had no worries about food and clothing became fragmented after his father suffered a shocking car accident, and owed a huge debt, so his mother, who was originally a teacher, had to leave his hometown to work to pay off his debts.

The responsibility of taking care of the sibling fell on the father, but fortunately, the elder sister has been promoted to junior high school, and more time is spent in school, which is much more convenient.

Yang Yi clearly remembers that night, his parents did not come home on time, leaving only himself and his elderly grandfather, the young Yang Yi saw that his parents had not returned for a long time, howled and cried, and ran alone to the hill under the big osmanthus flowers and kept looking at the way into the village, hoping that the lights would be lit up in the darkness and there would be figures flickering.

In summer, the big osmanthus tree bloomed, and the fragrant fragrance of flowers mixed with the air, drifting far, far away, but it did not drift into Yang Yi's heart at this time.

The hoarse cry pierced the tranquility of the small mountain village, the tears continued to fall into the soil from Yang Yi's slightly immature cheeks like raindrops, the cry passed through the wheat field, through the country road, how Yang Yi wished his parents could hear, but the only thing that could respond to Yang Yi was the silence of the mountain village.

The two beams of light were unusually bright in the dark, the figure swayed, Yang Yi looked at the light, wiped the tears on his face, and called out one after another: "Dad, Mom." kept echoing in his mouth, but Yang Yi was disappointed that the people who came were not his parents, but his aunt and uncle.

Looking at Yang Yi, whose voice was already crying hoarsely, the young uncle hugged Yang Yi in his arms, with tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, and gently patted Yang Yi's shoulder: "Don't be afraid, child, there is an uncle, don't be afraid, my mother is coming back." ”

Maybe he was too tired, from time to time Yang Yi slowly fell asleep with tiredness, and his uncle gently carried Yang Yi home, very soft and light, for fear that the movement would be a little bigger, and Yang Yi would wake up.

Yang Yi, who was asleep, heard in a daze what his uncle and aunt were talking about, his words were full of worry, his voice was very soft, and Yang Yi was confused and didn't hear clearly.

The darkness will eventually reced, and the light will eventually come, and the morning sun looks very soft, gently waking up the sleeping Yang Yi, and gently without making a sound.

Looking at Yang Yi who woke up from her sleep, her aunt's face was bloodshot and she looked very haggard, and said to Yang Yi with a smile: "Are you awake? ”

Yang Yi opened his eyes, stared at his aunt and said, "Where are your parents?"

A trace of panic slipped through the aunt's eyes, gently stroked Yang Yi's little head, and said softly: "Mom and Dad are very busy with business, and they will be back in a while." ”

The young Yang did not notice the slightest abnormality in the aunt's expression, and nodded lightly in response.

Under the eyes of the aunt and uncle, Yang Yi followed the friends in the same village to the school, and today the aunt also specially gave Yang Yi two yuan bills, which was already 20 times Yang Yi's usual pocket money, but Yang Yi did not notice the slightest abnormality.

The small mountain village is five miles away from the school, and the mountain roads may seem rugged and distant, but this is something that children growing up in the countryside are accustomed to.

Five or six figures of children are bouncing on the mountain road, their faces are full of happy smiles, sometimes chasing, sometimes stopping to observe, just like the world in the painting, full of laughter, constantly echoing in the mountains, spreading far and wide.

The sun shines brightly on the green trees, like a layer of gilded edges, swaying in the breeze, Ana, singing with the earth and dancing with the breeze.

The bright smile was full of Yang Yi's entire immature smiling face, giggling, the schoolbag he was originally carrying was constantly waved by Yang Yi in his hand, and the running figure kept shuttling on the mountain path.

The world of children is so innocent, sorrow comes and goes quickly, and they hang all their joys and sorrows on their faces, and there is no silence in the adult world at all, and they are silent.

The sudden change of lights on the Bund suddenly pulled Yang Yi back to reality from his memories, and the corners of his eyes had already flowed a trace of tears, but no one noticed it in the slightly dim Bund, and Yang Yi wiped it away without a trace, which looked inconspicuous in the crowd.

Yang Yi took out his mobile phone from his pocket and took a photo of the Bund, which was full of bright lights and undulating rivers, but he was deep outside the photo.

Yang Yi wanted to ask passers-by to take a photo of himself, but after thinking about it, he shook his head and dispelled this idea, slightly self-deprecating, even if he took it, he just admired it, and there was no need for that at all.

The time slowly came to twelve o'clock in the night, and with the bell ringing on the Bund, it was also a new day.

The past will eventually turn into memory, and tomorrow will finally come, and the giant wheel of time can leave a clear scale on everything in the world, whether it is a person or a distant scenery.

The river breeze in the middle of the night is even more cold, Yang is also seeing the night scene of the Bund, and slowly disappearing into the darkness with the flow of people, as if he has never been there, perhaps the only thing that can prove it is the only scenery map in his mobile phone!