After Yan Jia's departure, Yang Yi was the only one left in the empty basement, alone, lonely, and the dim room was slightly empty and silent.

Yang Yi moved the only chair in the basement, wiped the dust that was already covered with it, sat down, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it with a snap.

The lit cigarette continued to brighten and dim in the dim basement with Yang Yi's puff, becoming the only faint light in the darkness, and the smoke that drifted filled the entire room from time to time, mixing with the air to form a special smell.

Yang Yi got up and turned on the light, the scene in the room was full of dust, the only thing that surprised Yang Yi was that it seemed to be possible to cook here, which saved him a lot of money.

The city that never sleeps - Shanghai, Shanghai is located at 311 minutes north latitude and 121 minutes 29 minutes east longitude, is the largest comprehensive city in the country, and is also the most important science and technology center in the country, trade center, financial and information center.

Shanghai belongs to the northern subtropical monsoon climate, with four distinct seasons, full sunshine and abundant rainfall. Shanghai's climate is mild and humid, with shorter springs and autumns and longer winters and summers.

In fact, the history of Shanghai is not long, but since the opening of the port in 1843, it has formed her cultural characteristics of five miscellaneous places, the integration of Chinese and Western, Shanghai in the 21st century, prosperity and openness are sown here, the Oriental Pearl TV Tower, Jin Mao Tower is the representative of Shanghai architecture, all depict the broad prospects of an international metropolis, Shanghai in the 21st century, glory and dreams converge here, full of opportunities and challenges, which is why Yang Yi wandered thousands of miles to Shanghai alone.

It took Yang Yi more than two hours to clean up the basement, although there is no bustling city of Shanghai, but this is also the first home that Yang Yi began to live in Shanghai, and he will be like most young people who come to Shanghai, sweating and chasing his own dreams here.

The time has come to more than three o'clock in the afternoon, Yang Yi took the subway, returned to the youth hostel to get back his luggage, sat on the subway, Yang Yi took out his mobile phone, clicked on an avatar, it was a short-haired girl full of smiles, different from Yan Jia, this girl's short hair is painted with delicate makeup, eyebrows into the moon, eyes like a phoenix, a melon seed face, extremely beautiful.

Yang also sent a message: Can you lend me 1,200 yuan to pay the rent, and pay you back when I go to work and pay your salary, and then put the phone in his pocket again.

Unlike other passengers in the subway who bow their heads and play with their mobile phones, Yang Yi will only take out his mobile phone when necessary, because he only opens a monthly traffic of five yuan, which can only be saved.

The short-haired girl is named Lin Yue, she is one of the few girls who knows Yang Yi's true situation, knows Yang Yi's helplessness, struggle, if God takes away Yang Yi's last straw, Lin Yue is the only girl who can give Yang Yi bright hope, and has spent countless dark nights with him, silent, no flowery language encouragement, no rhetorical telling, only silent companionship in the dark.

A strong wind blew away everything about Yang Yi, vitality, soul, Lin Yue is the last vine vein that entangles Yang Yi, giving the last warmth in the cold wind.

The subway is speeding underground in Shanghai, the friction between the body and the air, making a rumbling sound, Yang Yi once again turned into a phantom, going up against the flow of time, through the barrier of time and space, appearing not far from Xiao Yang Yi, silently watching, silent.

At this time, Xiao Yang also knew that his parents had an accident, but he didn't know what that accident meant to him, it would completely rewrite his childhood, lose the company of his parents, and be lonely with the long night, until he grew up many years later to understand the inseparable love of his parents and the helplessness of reality.

After the parents came back, the mother held Xiao Yang in her arms, this woman in her thirties cried heartbreakingly, Xiao Yang also cried loudly, he didn't understand why his mother would cry, and he wouldn't have thought that after tonight, his mother and father would leave him to go far away, a farewell is a few years, the mother and son never saw each other again, and the family relationship finally fell apart under the sudden car accident.

That night, my mother's eyes were always full of tears, many times Xiao Yang also saw her mother secretly sobbing alone, and my father was even more silent since he came back, just smoking silently, and his eyes revealed a strong love for Xiao Yang, but he didn't show it in words.

That night, my mother made a sumptuous dinner for Xiao Yangyi, the arrival of the aunt and uncle seemed very abrupt, the family sat in turn, looking at the sumptuous dinner, no one moved the chopsticks, only the young Yang Yi ate happily alone, never felt the solidification of the atmosphere, depressed, only felt that everyone's eyes stayed on their bodies from time to time, there was reluctance, there were worries, but Xiao Yang also did not feel it at all, after all, the young children's world can not understand the expression of emotions in the adult world, without words, words in words.

Xiao Yang didn't know that after this night, he would lose the company of his parents, spend an imperfect childhood, and even have a little more hatred for his parents later, until he experienced ups and downs many years later, and he realized that his parents' love for him was so bitter and so deep in the bone marrow.

That night, Yang Yi slept very well, he had a dream, dreaming that he was constantly frolicking on his father's shoulder, grabbing his father's hair, pulling his father's ears for a while, his father held Yang Yi from his shoulders in his arms, kept shaking his body, making Xiao Yang Yi giggle, his mother looked at the frolicking father and son with a smile on his face, the family seemed very warm, this dream was very beautiful but it seemed very short.

No matter how dark the darkness is, the light will eventually come, no matter how long the darkness is, the light will eventually pierce the darkness and shine on the earth, when Xiao Yang also woke up from his sleep, he found that his parents had long since left, and he was accompanied by his grandfather, uncle, and aunt.

Yang Yi rushed out of the room desperately, shouting loudly to his parents, tears in his eyes, his voice was heartbreaking, but Xiao Yang Yi's countless cries were not responded to by his mother's familiar voice, and only the crying echoed in the empty room in response to Xiao Yang Yi, Xiao Yang Yi's voice spread far away, spread all over the familiar fields, spread all over the familiar mountain paths, but in exchange for the silence of the fields, the silence of the mountain paths, the familiar voice never sounded again.

Xiao Yang Yi was tired of crying, and fell asleep in a daze, the tears on his face had not yet dried, the snot was mixed with tears, and his uncle held back his tears to wipe Xiao Yang Yi's cheeks clean.

Time forward, silent, the sky is not yet bright, the darkness is still there, parents sit quietly around Xiao Yang Yi's bedside, looking at the sleeping Yang Yi, the mother sobbed silently, trying not to let herself make a noise to disturb the sleeping Xiao Yang Yi, her eyes are full of reluctant attachment, and the eyes of the thick maternal love are full of Xiao Yang Yi.

My father is like a tall mountain on weekdays, let the wind and rain blow, standing still, at this moment the dazzle has already swirled in his eyes, trying to control not to let the tears fall.

"It's time for us to go. The father's words were like piercing the weakest heart of the mother, the tears were bigger, the sadness was thicker, the reluctance was more difficult to follow, the sobbing was more intense, the father held the mother in his arms, gently patted the mother's shoulder, and continued to comfort, and the corners of his eyes were still holding back the tears.

The mother broke free of her father's embrace, stepped forward, gently kissed Xiao Yang Yi's forehead, reached out to touch her beloved son, and muttered: "It's mom who is sorry for you, child." After speaking, she got up and left, her mother didn't look back, she was afraid that she couldn't bear to leave when she looked back and saw Xiao Yang, but real life made her have to leave.

Father and mother took the luggage packed overnight, and the figure slowly disappeared on the slightly unbright mountain path, and finally the mother could no longer suppress the deep emotions in her heart, tears fell, crystal clear tears continued to slide down from the mother's young cheeks, buried deep in this land, buried deep in this mountain village with their own beloved son, love is very deep, love is very struggling.

The illusory young Yang Yi stood in the void, the glorious figure was particularly dazzling in the early morning, looking at the scene of his parents and Xiao Yang parting, his eyes were full of tears, and the young Yang also kept shouting, hoping that Xiao Yang would also wake up and see off his parents, and the young Yang also kept shouting, hoping that his parents could look at Xiao Yang Yi more.

Just like last time, an invisible shackle seemed to lock the throat of young Yang Yi tightly, preventing him from making a sound, and no matter how hard he struggled, it was still useless.

Darkness and silence are the only main theme of the mountain village at this time, a silent parting is staged in this inconspicuous mountain village, there are no heart-wrenching words, no earth-shattering shouts, only wordless silence, by the interweaving of love and love, turned into a long river of attachment and reluctance.

"The youth hostel has arrived," the mechanized voice on the subway pulled Yang Yi back to reality, wiped the tears covering his eyes without a trace, cleaned up his grief, his face returned to calm, and slowly got up and got off the train.

The sun shines all over the city, as if it has gilded the bustling Shanghai, full of science and technology, the rapid interspersed traffic, and the hustle and bustle of people coming and going will once again cover the whole city.

Yang also walked all the way north, along the street towards the youth hostel, and from time to time took in the unfamiliar urban landscape.

Back at the youth hostel, Yang Yi took his suitcase, cleaned up the whole room slightly, folded the quilt, took off the room card, turned off the light, glanced back, closed the door gently, and walked towards the front desk no longer.

Still a middle-aged woman that night, Yang Yi handed over the room card, and a slightly hoarse voice sounded: "Auntie, check out." ”

"Oh, I just paid the room fee this morning, and I won't stay at night?" the middle-aged woman asked with a little surprise.

"I don't live there, I rented a house over there, and I stayed there at night. Yang Yi said with a smile.

"Then I can't refund your room fee, after all, you have already paid. The middle-aged woman said.

"Hmm. ”

The short life trajectories are staggered, just passing by.

It will not outline the ripples in the heart, it is very light and soft, it will not oscillate into ripples and drift into the distance, some people say that a person's life will meet with 20 million people, without words, just a brief staggered trajectory, and then part, without taking away a trace of a glance, gently.

Yang Yi pulled his suitcase and sat back on the subway, turned on the Internet, and the mobile phone immediately vibrate, which displayed a transfer message, a total of 5,000 yuan, followed by a paragraph with two words "Come on" and a smile.

Yang Yi looked at the five thousand yuan, and could only shake his head helplessly, although he was separated from Lin Yue, but the feeling between them was not unfamiliar, sometimes Yang Yi didn't think about it, what is the relationship between him and Lin Yue, this answer may only be known to Yang Yi and Lin Yue themselves.

The rumbling sound still echoes in the subway car, lingering and reluctant to leave, accompanied by each other.