Yinglong passed by a movie theater and was showing "Titanic".

The movie was a smash hit, and the media did a lot of publicity. The poster looks very attractive, so many handsome guys and beauties buy tickets in pairs.

Jack, played by the protagonist Leonardo, and Ruth, played by Kate, recreate a shocking love story.

Yinglong was very interested, of course, he also wanted to see it, to see the demeanor of the star, but he would not invite Ai Ming to go with him.

Maybe Ai Ming and Qiu Mei are sitting in the corner of the theater wiping their tears and watching the blockbuster!

What's more, isn't it a bit boring for two big men to sit together and watch a movie?

So Yinglong muttered and walked home step by step.

He rented a small house in Lake City, just two blocks away.

This area is not very prosperous, it is an old residential area, and the houses are relatively old, so the rent is very cheap.

The house looks like it has been renovated and is ready to be rented out to single tenants.

Yinglong asked the agent for a long time before he took a fancy to this small house, of course, the rent and the landlord bargained for half an hour before it was negotiated, until the handshake and peace, Yinglong couldn't help but wipe a sweat.

It doesn't matter if the house is old, as long as you rest and don't be disturbed.

Fortunately, the original tenant had only moved out for a few days, and Yinglong was lucky to be rented by him, otherwise it would be a little difficult to find a house with the same conditions.

So Yinglong decided to move out of the unit's dormitory.

His luggage was simple and packed with little effort.

Before moving into the rental house, he thoroughly cleaned the house before he was relieved to move in.

The glass in the room seemed to be completely wiped clean, and many of the stains on it were a little blurry. It turned out that the painted walls were some yellow and black, and the corners of the walls were exposed with water-stained marks, some of which were mottled and intertwined.

The living conditions are not too good, but they are not too bad either. But the rent is cheap, as long as you can be safe

It's okay to live quietly. Yinglong is not very demanding, and after finishing the hygiene, he sprayed some insecticides indoors before going out to get rid of those pesky mosquitoes.

He then went back to his dormitory, picked up his luggage, and took a taxi to his accommodation.

After moving in, Yinglong's world is much quieter. He's flying solo now and doesn't even have to worry about anything else, and he doesn't have those annoying roommates who knock on the door in the middle of the night. Even when I was living on campus at a university, I didn't have such freedom.

Nowadays, almost no one grabs toilets and faucets with him, there is no need to listen to the annoying snoring while sleeping, and no one interferes with what time the lights go out.

In a person's world, you can roam freely.

In order to celebrate his move, Yinglong deliberately spent dozens of yuan in the boutique to buy a decorative landscape painting.

The landscape painting is equipped with a mirror frame on the outside, and the inside is an antique oil painting with a three-dimensional effect.

There is a tree-lined path next to two rows of stout, straight ginkgo trees. The trees are covered with golden leaves, and the ground is covered with thick fallen flowers.

There are rows of antique benches between the trees, and it looks like there are occasional people resting.

The path stretches forward until it reaches the end of the eye.

The picture makes full use of the visual experience, making people play with the charming colors and the poetic sense that shakes the heart.

Although I didn't see any passers-by on the tree-lined path, I felt the urge to stroll through the painting.

Yinglong hung the landscape painting on the empty wall, and from time to time looked at the path in the painting, maybe when he could also walk in such a landscape in the sun with a wishful companion and watch the sun rise and sunset.

Later, when Yinglong was walking at night, he couldn't help but buy a movie ticket for "Titanic", although he only watched it alone, it was the last one or two, but there were still many people watching the movie.

He asked for a place in the corner, which was not very noticeable, because he was just watching a movie alone, but the perspective here was not very good, but it was nothing to him, as long as he could sit quietly and watch the movie.

The film is very long, about two or three hours.

When Yinglong saw that Jack had left the survival boat to Ruth, but Jack was gradually frozen and sunk to the bottom of the sea by the cold waters, the hopeless hands seemed to say goodbye to Ruth, and as if they were praying to heaven to bless Ruth to survive.

At this time, under the playing of background music, many people secretly wiped their tears.

Even Yinglong, who has always been cold, couldn't help but moisten his eyes, and a sense of sadness welled up in his heart.

A cruise ship that can never reach the other shore sinks to the bottom of the sea with the love affair of a pair of infatuated men and women.

Yinglong didn't know what to say, and he felt like he was on a cruise ship that couldn't reach the other side, and he thought he could reach his destination, but now it was a solo journey.

There is no amazing love affair, but there is the other side that can never be reached.

Now Ai Ming and Qiu Mei have embarked on a two-person journey and are swimming in love, it can be said that they are like-minded, support each other, and have a common goal in life, as long as they are unswerving.

And Yinglong is a single flying goose, although he is free, but he also has unspeakable pain.

"Titanic" shook Yinglong, and he remembered the melody of "My Heart is Eternal" much later.

The melody of resentment sings about Jack's unfinished love affair with Ruth. Gathering and scattering is not the eternal theme of infatuated men and women.

Yinglong thought that his fate with Shiwei seemed to have come to an end.

When he was alone at the bedside looking back at the fragments of his memory, he also sentimentally recalled Shiwei's face, just like the perspective of Jack when he sank to the bottom of the sea, Yinglong could only helplessly look at Shiwei whose eyes gradually became blurred.

I only felt that two helpless hands wanted to grab the person in my eyes, but they could only drift away, and finally sank into silence.

Maybe this is the end of fate, destined to go further and further.

When Yinglong is lonely, he will grab a novel and look through it until his eyes are sour, and he simply spreads the book and covers his face to sleep.

The pungent smell of ink on the scroll made his nose itch a little, and he couldn't help but spit out a few breaths of turbidity, simply threw the novel aside, and fell asleep on his side.

Many love stories are like the "heart of the ocean" that sleeps in the depths of the ocean, which does not see the light of day all year round and is increasingly buried by mud and sand.

Perhaps the love at the end of fate can only sleep in the depths of memory, gradually buried by the quicksand of time.

Yinglong doesn't know if Shiwei on the side of the world has already buried him in the dust in the depths of his memory, and Shiwei, who has no news, has no way to know where Yinglong lives now.

Perhaps Yinglong's voice and smile have long become the fallen leaves in Shi Wei's memories.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

Shiwei had already watched "Titanic" in the days of solo flight, and the love cruise ship that could not reach the other side may have to sleep at the bottom of the sea until it is discovered one day to see the light of day.

Even if watching a movie that makes people cry can temporarily awaken their memories, they are destined to just a wordless ending from a long distance.

When fate is over, memories will slowly fade.

Yinglong no longer holds out the slim hope, and he guesses that the chances of meeting Shiwei in the future are very slim.

If I had seen her one day, what would she have been like?

Yinglong could only star, stretched out a hopeless hand in his heart, and gradually drifted away, and finally gave up altogether.

Thinking of this, Yinglong threw the novel on the pillow to the end of the bed, got up from the bed and walked to the window to look at the lights outside.

The view here is not very good, not far away is the opposite upstairs windows, the house is lit with lights, I don't know who lives in it, what kind of life is living, and what kind of stories are happening under the lights.

Yinglong picked up the teacup and took a sip of cold boiled water, and his mood slowly calmed down.

He didn't know what happened to his parents who were far away in Bincheng, maybe Yinghong was by his side to take care of them, and they were doing well.

The elder brother Yinghong got married a few years ago and had a boy by his side.

Father Yingnan and mother Milan helped to take care of the children, adding some family fun.

Yinghong and her sister-in-law are usually busy with work and don't have much time to take care of their son, so their mother takes on this responsibility.

Father Yingnan will take his grandson to the street to play in his free time and enjoy the fun of teasing his grandson.

Yinglong has seen his little nephew, who is very smart and cute. When he was at home, he would also hug his little nephew and tease him until he smiled and called "uncle".

Yinglong also thought that if he had such a lovely child in the future, it would not be in vain to come to the world.

The child's innocence and cuteness are like little angels.

In the oil paintings of some great masters in the West, there are not just small angels with wings

Those lively and lovely images made him unforgettable.

Even Cupid, who shot the arrow of Eros, is a cute boy, which can't help but make it

Yinglong wonders whether Cupid is the angel who shoots the arrow of Eros or the crystallization of love.

Yinglong knew that there was another kind of angel, and that was the fairy in a long white dress.

They send a message of love to the world, so that the man in the red dust will inevitably fall in love with them.

What does it mean if such an angel appeared in a dream?

Yinglong guessed that perhaps this was a summoning to awaken the long-dormant mind and call for the emotional consciousness that had been sleeping at the bottom of the sea.

Maybe then a vine will sprout in the bottom of my heart until it branches out.

Yinglong returned to the table and placed the teacup on the table.

He picked up a pen and tried to write something on the paper, but he couldn't write a complete sentence, and his mind was a little messy at the moment, as if there were a thousand words but could not form words.

It can be said that even a thousand words cannot be expressed in words.

He had to draw random messy lines on the paper.

In the end, he simply drew a bird flying in the sky, spreading its lonely wings and flying aimlessly. It's a solitary goose struggling to move forward in the air.

Yinglong finally put down his pen and observed the wild goose drawn on the paper, with a look of pity in his eyes.

I didn't expect the thing to be drawn was also singular, a wild goose flying alone.

But who should sympathize with whom?

Yinglong painted an eye for the wild goose, but the technique was not very good, the eye was actually drawn a little slanted, and it seemed that the wild goose was squinting at him there, and the corners of his mouth actually had a hint of mockery.

The more Yinglong looked at it, the more it was not a taste, but he didn't expect people to be unlucky, and even drank cold boiled water and stuffed his teeth.

I actually drew a little bird casually, and I dared to laugh at me.

So Yinglong picked up the paper, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can in the corner, and then strode onto the bed and began to sleep.

Maybe Yinglong thinks that while he is sleeping, he will meet the spider who dreams and bring him good news that he has not seen for a long time.