When I woke up in the morning, the sky was already bright. The sun shone on the sheets, and there was a sticky smell floating in the air. When I opened my eyes, I felt an extraordinary flow of blood in the thin tubes, and a qualitative change had taken place in my body, and my whole person was completely refreshed because of it.

"Awake?" was his usual gentle voice.

"Hmm. "I pursed my 'lips' and smiled, and subconsciously gathered my loose 'messy' bangs, almost daring to look up at him. Thinking of his erect figure last night, I couldn't help but blush, lowered my head and ran to brush my teeth.

The foam of the toothpaste smudged my fingers, and I looked up inadvertently, and the 'woman' in the mirror was full of happy 'flush', and even my pupils were 'revealed' with gratifying satisfaction. The circles of foam on those fingers were like a fluttering mood, dyed with indescribable joy. I stopped and watched the tiny bubbles burst one after another, and my heart was filled with sadness. In the mirror, the happy 'tide' red face may only be like a bubble, temporarily stagnating in the little remaining light.

We were going to Milan and Florence, but neither Moussa nor I wanted to leave Venice. Both here and Dubai are casual cities, but the difference is that Venice is laid-back, while Dubai's laid-back is a bit lazy. Every day, he and I don't want to go out of our way to visit any sights, we just wander around the twists and turns of Venice, pacing or being in a daze, enjoying strolling, enjoying food, and enjoying love. Or simply stay at home, lie in the soft futon, whisper some warm words in each other's ears, kiss in the middle of the words, and then pull each other into their bodies.

The climate in Venice is warm and 'tidal', and I like to bury my head in Moussa's neck, skin to skin, and quietly smell the salty smell of the sea. When I closed my eyes, the vigorous leopard swept over my body over and over again, like a weed blown and grown again by the 'spring' wind.

"Mosa, I wish I knew how I could quit you. "I prayed in my heart, coveting this good time, and suffering for it.

On the last night before leaving Venice, Moussa and I walked hand in hand under the dim street lamps. Venetians love street lamps so much that they even design different shapes for them according to different walls and wall colours. Walking along the dark green windows and doors and broken walls, walking past one different lamp after another, the air is filled with a dead melancholy.

Before we knew it, we were in Piazza San Marco. In the past, we only visited it during the day, but today we see it at night. At St. Mark's Square at night, there is a kind of 'wave' soaked in water. Wooden planks can be piled up everywhere in the square, and during the high tide season, the planks are erected to become a new "road".

The café's square concert is being staged, and it is now close to the early hours of the morning, and there is no sound of people in the empty square. I suddenly grabbed Moussa's hand and placed it on my waist, bringing myself close to him.

"Dance with me, okay?" I asked him.

Musa put his arm around me and said with a smile, "Of course, as long as you are not afraid that I will step on your feet." ”

In the quiet of the night, in the empty square, we danced clumsily but tenderly to the sound of mournful and chic music, and unconsciously leaned closer and closer together. I clinged to him, through the thin shirt, feeling the muscles and flesh of his 'chest' and big 'thighs', and absorbing the warmth of his body. The song flows slowly like water, and Musa and I embrace each other, slowly but continuously, realizing the soulful beat. It feels so good, and what a blessing it would be if this moment could last forever.

“cece。 He whispered my name as he jumped.

"Huh?"

"I'm leaving tomorrow. He muttered, "I'm really reluctant." ”

My heart tingled, my fingers trembled, and I didn't know how I was going to deal with tomorrow's separation. Tomorrow morning, we're going to have two different flights, I'm going to China and he's going to Dubai. And when we reunite again in Dubai, nothing will be the way it is now.

I closed my eyes, not wanting him to notice my strangeness, but I took a deep breath, tightened my grip on his clothes, and whispered, "Mosa, I can't bear you." ”

"Alas, I never felt that the days passed so quickly. Mossa's expression was gloomy, and his long eyelashes drooped in the gloom, and he took my waist around me and whispered in my ear: "Cece, I have always had a strange feeling these days. Originally, I thought that after having a further relationship with you, I would feel at ease. However, I feel that you seem to be further away than before. ”

My emotions shook and my body stiffened for a moment, but I quickly forged it down and asked nonchalantly, "Why do you say that?"

Musa thought for a moment: "I don't know, in the past, I always felt that I had no qualifications and could lose you at any time. But now, I seem to have found a way to have, but I always feel unstable in this way. After speaking, the corners of his mouth hooked up a self-deprecating smile, "I'm a man, like a 'woman' who speculates nonsense, are you laughing at me in your heart?"

Who says that only 'women' have a sixth sense? Men's feelings are sometimes more accurate and direct than those of 'women'. However, I had promised him to enjoy the rest of his time in Italy, and I did not want to make a mess of everything abruptly, nor to have this last sweet time be stained with gray. So, I just spoke briskly, clenched my little fist and gently beat his 'chest', and said coquettishly: "Don't guess. ”

"It's just a guess. His eyes sparkled, he took my hand and looked at me expectantly, "Cece, tell me, you will accompany me, right?"

In the humid air, my lips were dry and hoarse, astringent, and it was difficult to explain the turmoil at the moment, so I could only smile far-fetched and say, "Yes, of course I will." ”

I will accompany you throughout this night in Venice.

I took a deep breath, lifted my face away from his chest, looked up, and looked at him quietly. So he 'kissed' me, and I also 'kissed' the past, a deep, unforgettable, infinitely gentle 'kiss', like a river of 'spring' water, endless, but flowing never back.

We hugged each other and danced until late at night, song after song, until the music in the square stopped, and then we held hands and reluctantly left.

At the airport in the early morning, the sky has just 'mist' and 'mist' bright, and a large number of tourists from all over the world have poured into Venice. Among them, there are lovers, lovers, and strangers. In this city, there will be countless new 'wave' stories. Mouses and I are just glimpses of thousands of stories, and we will soon be crushed by the turbulent times.

At least, that's what I thought at this time, with the determination to part. I want to leave here with a heart free from strife and loneliness, and bury the best of our best in this extremely 'promising' city. Therefore, I want to create a beautiful and warm farewell atmosphere to draw a successful end to our relationship.

But the weather didn't work as expected, and the ears and temples were grinding for too long in the morning, so we arrived at the airport in a hurry. I was in a hurry to complete the check-in process, and my security check could no longer be delayed. Moussa handed me the luggage, gave me a quick hug, and said "See you in Dubai next month." Then I heard the radio announcing my flight number.

In a hurry, I had to give up the other 'waves' scene, take my luggage, and rush towards the security check. I finally boarded the plane, panting and still regretting the "goodbye that was not 'wavering'", and the heavy and incomplete sense of loss in my heart quickly filled me.

But in fact, no matter what kind of goodbye you leave, the feeling left behind is incomplete. Because a part of me has remained with him, belonging to him, and it is difficult to break free.

After getting off the plane and returning to Chongqing, my hometown where I hadn't seen me for a year, my mother was already waiting at the airport. The moment I walked out of the cabin door, a long-lost sense of familiarity suddenly filled me, and for a while, I forgot the sadness in my heart for the time being, and my heart was full of parting feelings.

trotted out of the airport and threw herself into her mother's arms. Looking at her deep dark circles, she knew that she must not have slept well last night. Mom is in her fifties, and at this age, the aging of the body increases significantly with each passing year. Even in the bright hall of the airport, the slightly bent back can clearly outline the traces of old age.

There was a thick amount of water in the air, slowly and rapidly approaching the snort. She wiped the wet bridge of her nose and shook my hand hard, and a smile spread across her face.

"Xixi, are you back, are you tired?" asked Mom.

I shook my head vigorously: "I'm not tired, Mom is only tired when I'm waiting for me, let's go, let's go home." ”

When I said the word "go home", I couldn't help but burst into tears. How long has it been since these two words have been mentioned? Perhaps, in this day of farewell to Moses, only home can bring me a warm comfort.

When I drove back home, my room was still the same as before, tidy and dust-free. The meal has been prepared, and it only needs to be slightly warmed and put on the table, and at first glance, although there are many "colors" of dishes, there is only one kind of "meat" - pig "meat".

"I know you can't eat pig meat in Dubai, and you're tired of eating all that beef and lamb. My mother gave me a few chopsticks and dishes, put them in a bowl, and looked at me expectantly, "How about you try it?

I chewed on the food in the bowl, a year of familiarity. Only then did I remember that I had really not tasted the taste of pork 'meat' for a whole year, and I was very emotional about this ordinary diet.

"It's delicious, it's delicious, I've never thought pig meat was so delicious before. "That small piece of pork 'meat', chewed and chewed in my mouth, 'mixed' with the unique seasoning of Chinese food, immediately captured my whole body and mind. It immediately occurred to me that such a delicious thing must be tasted by Moussa. And immediately realized that he would never touch the delicacy in my mouth. say