Sending Donghua away today, he came to Shanghai yesterday and returned to Hangzhou today. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

I got up at 10 o'clock, I hadn't gotten up so early for a long time, I had a casual breakfast and went out and walked with him in the direction of the subway. People in the city went to work, and some were in class, and a class bell rang from a school in the distance, as if going back to that long ago, when some students were running with their school bags on their backs, lest they be late, as we did a long time ago.

There were only two of us young men on the road, looking at the side of the road, the sun was shining on the church, morning glories were climbing all over the walls, and the silent time of slowly wandering, we talked from time to time, mostly some directions for the future, from his tone, I could hear some confusion, it turned out that we were all the same.

In a few months, we have changed too much, no longer discuss games, only the future is left in the language, he said that he will return to Changsha from Hangzhou, with Zhimin, Cheng Zhi, and Wang only, and only An Guo and Tang Fuzhang will stay in Hangzhou, An Guo is engaged in securities, Tang Fuzhang is engaged in correspondence, it is said that he often travels on business, very tired and tired, Zhang Hang and Xiang Feng are still at home, Liu Hui is said to have also gone to Hangzhou, but returned to his hometown a day later. He asked me what I was doing, and I said that I was writing a novel, and I was more tired than going to work, but I had been writing for more than three months, and I hadn't gotten a penny for the manuscript, and I wouldn't get it until next month, and he didn't speak.

We walked quietly in the direction of the subway, passing the square, passing the statues, passing the reflections of the tall buildings, wandering in this city that did not belong to us, the sky was gray-white clouds, and the sun was struggling to fall.

Soon we arrived at the subway, there were not many people in it, the whole city was busy during this time, we waited quietly, the subway was coming, driving a gust of wind from the tunnel, blowing the hair of the two of us, the smooth tile floor reflected our reflection, I felt slightly tired, the wind in the subway, it seemed heavier than memories.

We got on the bus, didn't say a word all the way, let the speeding subway take us away, escape from the city, I clung to the iron railing, stabilized my body, and outside the window was the light and shadow of the rapidly retreating, as if the whole world was retreating.

Finally we came to the train station, bustling, I bought a ticket with him, he waved to me, I waved, he walked into the station, I saw his back disappear into the sea of people, without the slightest trace.

I turned around and left, back to the subway, sat in the waiting chair and waited for the return train, I wanted to sleep for a while, but a gust of wind came.

I stood up and walked outside the cordon to wait.

The wind is getting stronger.

April 27th, 2011 at 12:46