The river is long.

Looking at the river surging in front of him silently, I don't know what I'm thinking.

After the wind and rain a few days ago, the river water obviously went up a few steps.

On the bank of the river, there is an old willow tree, the river has covered some of the trunks, and the willow almost reaches the surface of the river. The swaying branches and leaves hang low and dance in the wind.

This willow tree is his friend.

It has appeared in his work many times.

On a sunny day, a graceful and graceful woman also leaned against the willow tree, and gradually became a landscape under his danqing brush, which attracted praise from passers-by.

Zi said on the river: "The deceased is like a husband, reluctant to give up day and night!" and time is like this endless river, day and night pass non-stop!

In fact, it is not only time and rivers that have passed, but also people's hearts......

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Qinyuan International.

At about nine o'clock in the evening, Geng Ting returned to the community.

"Forward!

She tapped on the door and waited a minute or two, but no one answered.

"What the hell!" she muttered.

When he heard a knock on the door, he had already come in a hurry.

She grumbled, then took the key out of her bag and opened the door.

The house was darkly lit, and there was not the slightest movement.

Hey, she wondered in her heart, where did this guy run today, why hasn't he come back yet?

In fact, on the way back, she also called several times, but she couldn't get through, and she had a faint bad premonition in her heart.

Turning on the light, she was surprised to find the room cluttered. In the bedroom, the wardrobe is open, and the things on the computer desk in the study are messy.

……

A lot of things that were once familiar – his clothes, his office computer, his paintings and calligraphy...... It's gone.

Burglar?

No!

He's gone, he's gone silently!

She soon discovered this unacceptable fact.

He said he loved her!

He said he was going to love her for the rest of his life!

"Forward, what are you sons of a bitch, get out of here!" she roared.

From room to room, she shouted hoarsely.

However, no one answered, only a group photo posted on the closet and looked at her silently.

He insisted on sticking the photo to the opposite side of the bed in his bedroom. He said that every day when he opened his eyes, he could see her, and how wonderful and happy it was to see himself with his loved ones!

Looking at this intimate group photo, her eyes turned red all of a sudden.

"Get out!"

She grabbed something and smashed it into it.

It was a beautiful notebook, and I placed it forward by the bedside table.

He said that if there was any whimsy, he could write it down.

He's such a boring person.

Bang!

The notebook slammed into the cabinet.

Naturally, the cabinet cannot be smashed.

A piece of paper was scattered from it.

When she picked it up and looked at it, her head exploded, and she was stunned.

There are only a few numbers on the paper: 1507.

She grabbed her phone and frantically dialed his number.

She wants to explain to him that she was wrong and doesn't want to end their relationship so soon!

Her heart still loves him!

Hung up, hung up and dialed.

Unfortunately, all that came to the phone over and over again was the beautiful female voice of the operator: the number you dialed could not be reached......

By the way, he still has a number!" Geng Ting suddenly remembered.

He had a card number that he had made specifically to contact her. He said that this is a love line between the two and will never stop.

She started dialing another number and pressed 7 keys, but she couldn't press it anymore, and she couldn't remember the number behind it.

A long time ago, when we first met, he recited her ID number upside down in front of her, she laughed at him, what to do with this, ID card with him at any time, he just smiled and said he liked it.

Now, she doesn't remember his 11-digit mobile phone number.

Maybe he's moving back to the school dorm! I'm going to find him!

Thinking of this, she stood up.

But after taking two steps, she suddenly noticed that there was a big character behind the paper, and she couldn't help but stop.

"Cheap!

Geng Ting muttered twice, and his heart suddenly became cold again - he said that I was cheap, heh, he actually said that I was cheap!

He obviously knows the truth of a lot of things.

What could she say when she found him?

Ask him for forgiveness? And then the two of them start over?

Geng Ting remembered the days of bohemianty and felt that she couldn't look directly into those clear eyes.

"If you do not depart, I will not forsake you. Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son!" he once swore frankly.

Now, gone, abandoned.

Some things, once lost, may never be recovered.

Such as love, such as trust.

"Ahh

She tore the paper violently, held her head, and sat on the ground crying bitterly.

Only the two people in the closet silently accompanied her.

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The night is misty.

Staggering forward, aimlessly walking down the street.

As I walked, there was a song in the wind, lingering in my ears—

I used to love to chase my dreams when I was young

I just want to fly forward

Traveled through thousands of mountains and thousands of waters

I can't go back all the way

Suddenly, looking back, the love is far away

I can't help but be on the horizon

only then did I understand love and hate

The most hurtful and painful thing is regret

……

When he got closer, he saw a middle-aged man wearing a peaked cap singing under the overpass.

An old-fashioned guitar, a microphone, a stand, and a pull-box stereo set aside make up the singer's possessions.

The face of the middle-aged man is full of vicissitudes. He kept shaking his head to the rhyme, which became a unique scenery on this traffic artery.

The people passing by had different expressions, some left without looking, some threw a change or two at the cardboard box in front of him, and some left with a smile.

The middle-aged man didn't care, and he was intoxicated by his own singing.

It seems that he is not singing on the street, but in concerts.

Slowly walked forward, then stopped, and listened to the middle-aged man sing—

If you haven't been heartbroken

You won't understand my grief

When I have tears in my eyes, don't ask me who I'm for

I forgot about it all

Ah, give me a glass of water

For me to not shed a tear all night

All sincerely

Let it rain and blow the wind

You can't get back the love you give

Give me a glass of water

For my life not to be sad

Even if I'm going to get drunk

Even if I'm going to be heartbroken

You won't see me crying

……

After the middle-aged man finished singing, he looked at the front next to him and asked with a smile: "This friend, do you also like Andy Lau's songs?"

Forward nodded slightly.

Then, he pulled out his wallet, pulled out a note of the largest denomination, and placed it in the cardboard box.

"Uh, you?" said the middle-aged man in surprise, "Little brother, are you alright?"

"It's fine!"

"Is it really okay? I'll take you home?"

"Oh, I'm homeless, I'm a wanderer. Looking at his surprised expression, he waved his hand forward and said, "It's okay, you can continue singing." ”

"Oh!" said the middle-aged man, "thank you then!

"No need!

Shook his head forward, then turned and walked on.

The middle-aged man watched him leave, thought for a while, and then he picked up the microphone and said slowly: "This "Wandering Song" is dedicated to all friends who are wandering outside, I wish you good health and all the best!"

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Two minutes later.

A young woman passes by the flyover and throws several large bills into a cardboard box. Passers-by looked sideways.

The woman smiled without saying a word, and walked in the direction of departure under the strange eyes of everyone.

No one knew that this woman was the Silver Moon Illusion.

Of course, naturally no one will know that Yinyue, who has been following forward, once put a piece of paper in the notebook at the bedside after leaving the villa.

The night was dark.

In the yellow light, the lyrical lyrics accompanied by a melancholy melody fluttered in the wind, fluttering-

Wandering footsteps have traveled all over the world, and there is no home.

The winter wind blew my tears down with the snowflakes.

Walk, walk, walk, walk, how many years have passed;

The grass is sprouting in the spring, and it's another spring and summer.

……