Empty City 2013-1-1221:39

At the beginning of the night, I walked on the cold street, a little lonely, I wanted to find someone to talk to, took out the phone, and called someone, but I didn't answer after a long time. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Maybe she's busy! I consoled myself.

Walking a little further, under a street lamp, I called another person.

"This city is so empty, this memory is so fierce, this street is full of traffic, who can I hug ......" There was a ringtone on the phone, it was Yang Kun's "Empty City".

After walking through three neon lights, the phone went through.

"Hey, Master, we're at the annual meeting!"

My words stopped in my throat and swallowed again.

I walked on, flipped through my phone, and called a third person.

Waited for a minute, no one answered.

Perhaps, maybe the other party didn't have a mobile phone! I comforted myself again, looked down again for the address book, and called the fourth person.

"Your call was not answered, please call again later......"

Perhaps, perhaps......

I began to run out of words, I couldn't find the words to comfort myself, I called 4 people one after another, but no one answered, and the people who were close to me became cold ringtones on the other end of the phone.

I stopped, blew the cold night wind, the neon was getting brighter and brighter, the traffic on the road was endless, the orange light shone on my face, I looked around, there was a couple kissing under the street lamp in front of me, forming a sweet silhouette, my shadow was very long, extending to their feet.

I looked down at the mobile phone in my hand, this is just a small box, but it is like a Pandora's box, which contains my 4 years of time, from January 09 to buy this mobile phone, the first text message sent, to now 4 years have passed, more than 4000 text messages, none of them have been deleted, all kinds of people in my life have sent me text messages are stored in it, many of those people have not been contacted, only the evidence of the past exists in this mobile phone...... The phone seemed to become a burden, it was heavy, and I suddenly felt very tired.

The next moment, I threw my phone away and threw it in the neon-lit streets.

The phone fell to the ground and made a crisp "pop" sound, but it didn't crack, it was really stubborn.

I took one last look at it, as if I was saying goodbye to the world it once was, and then I turned and walked away, into the depths of the bustling city.

I walked past the hotel, which was full of gold and staggering, and a crowd of people laughing and toasting.

I walked past the florist, and there were young boys picking roses.

I walked past the hotel, and men and women walked in side by side, smiling ambiguously.

I walked to the end of the street, it was pitch black in front of me, I could only see the red taillights of the car, and I looked up at the sky, the clouds were too heavy to see the stars. Next door is the little park, where I used to call her every night a few months ago, as if it were yesterday. I don't remember after which night I never called her again, and I regret I didn't have time to remember that last night.

I turned around and walked back.

I walked past the hotel, and the man and woman were holding hands and walking to the second floor.

I walked past the flower shop, and the young boy picked three roses, his face nervous and sweet.

I walked past the restaurant, and the table was about to end when the diners were drunk and supporting each other.

As I walked, I stopped, staring blankly ahead.

A cell phone lies quietly under a street lamp, seemingly never leaving.

That's my burden for 4 years, but I didn't expect that no one picked it up after being left here for half a day, maybe they also think this burden is too heavy!

After a long time, I finally walked over gently, bent down and picked up the phone, as if picking up the world again, those past times flowed in front of my eyes, those old people who went far away were playing in my mind, the neon was a little dazzling, mixed with orange street lights and red car taillights, the whole city was full of colors, and I continued to walk forward with the burden of those 4 years.

The night was getting deeper and the wind was getting colder, I put my phone in my pocket, it was heavy, the street lamp was shining lonely, and I remembered the ringtone just now.

This city is so empty, and this memory is so fierce......