The dim lights, the cold streets, the snow, the barren end.

Su Qingzhi looked at the night sky, it was as dark as ink, he couldn't feel the temperature of the snowflakes, and it seemed that the whole world had collapsed.

What I was afraid of, the most feared thing still happened.

His little butterfly just flapped its wings, and I don't know how many people's fates have changed because of it.

The Century Home community is barren, and today it is still undeveloped virgin land, with no towering buildings, no traffic coming and going, and no people who haunt him.

Su Qingzhi's thinking was a little sluggish, his consciousness seemed to be frozen, and as far as his eyes could see, the entire world was silent.

He walked to the roadside store, bought two packs of cigarettes, and then squatted on the white open space at the site of the Century Home, lit a fire, and smoked one after another.

Flying snow fell on him, dotting him into a snowman.

This land carries too many beautiful pasts for him, and now only bitter memories remain.

Regret is regret after all, even if it is reborn in a lifetime, can it be made up?

So, what's the point of being born again?

The long river of time has annihilated the dust of history, and the flies of time have fluffed up the memories of the years.

He was confused and kept anesthetizing himself with nicotine.

He thought about a lot of people.

I also thought about a lot of things.

In this life, it is destined to be imperfect because there is one less person.

1:35 a.m.

With a sense of loss and sorrow, he left this sad place, and the snow buried the forty cigarette butts on the ground.

The wife is gone, but the parents are still there.

In life, there is not only an obsession in the heart, but also a responsibility.

Rebirth is already the favor of God, if you still seek full blame, then why bother with this miraculous encounter?

People are always greedy and insufficient, but they don't know that if they hold on to their incompleteness, beauty can last forever.

At the third watch, the shops on the streets were closed, and the snow fell silently on the street lamps, and there was no one there.

Two big men in jackets overtook from behind and knocked Su Qingzhi into a stumble due to the snow and slippery roads.

One of them reached out and hugged him and said, "Sorry, the road is too slippery, we didn't mean to." ”

The speakers are fluent in English.

Only then did Su Qingzhi realize that the two men in the jackets were blond-haired gringos, who looked like Europeans and Americans.

He nodded to indicate that he was fine, and then followed the two of them, front and back into an inn called "Qiyue Inn".

It is an antique-style inn with a place to eat on the first floor and accommodation on the second floor.

Sanyang City is a famous historical and cultural city, with many ancient buildings, and it is not surprising that there are such antique inns.

The little girl at the front desk of the inn is very beautiful, about twenty years old, with bright eyes and big eyes, exuding a heroic spirit, but at the moment she yawns again and again, and greets the three of them with strong spirits.

When the gringos entered the house, they took off their jackets and exhaled their breath, chattering and talking very quickly.

The little girl tilted her head, listened carefully, and then explained over and over again in English with the characteristics of the Heluo dialect: "I'm sorry, can you speak slowly, my English is not very good." ”

Su Qingzhi bounced off the snow on his body, and the two sides still didn't explain the matter, he was a little impatient, so he knocked on the counter and said, "Give me a standard room." ”

The little girl had no choice but to handle his business first.

After paying the deposit and receiving the key, Su Qingzhi turned around and was about to go upstairs.

The gringo grabbed him and said dissatisfiedly: "Hi friend, we came first, there is a saying in China called 'first come, first come', don't you know?"

Su Qingzhi replied angrily: "There is also a saying in China called 'follow the customs of the locals', where the renminbi is the universal currency, and you take the US dollar to live in the hotel, what is the matter?"

The two gringos were stunned by his standard and fluent English: "Do you speak English?"

The little girl's eyes at the front desk lit up, as if she had found a savior, and said to Su Qingzhi: "I have just passed level 4 in English, and I am currently preparing for level 6...... They spoke so fast that I couldn't understand it. ”

Su Qingzhi was in a bad mood, but he still translated the words of the two gringos just now: "The two of them said that they were from the United States, they don't have ID cards, and they don't have RMB, but they have US dollars, can they stay in the hotel? If you don't believe it, they can show you a letter of introduction from the US Consulate in China......

The little girl at the front desk looked the two Yankees up and down, and said suspiciously: "You don't need to register your ID card for inn accommodation, and you can use US dollars." ”

Su Qingzhi played the role of translator again.

After arranging the two Yankees, he asked the little girl for a bucket of instant noodles, then boiled half a pot of boiling water, found a vacant seat on the first floor, tore open the bag and began to make noodles.

At this time, a gringo came up and said, "Hello friend, my name is Robert, my buddy's name is Clement, and we are from the United States. You know, Chinese culture is vast and profound, and we worship it very much, so we come here. However, we don't know Chinese, can you be our tour guide? We pay for 5 dollars a day. ”

According to the exchange rate in December 1998, 5 US dollars is almost equivalent to more than 40 yuan, which is quite a generous price.

It's just that after losing Zhang Yixin, Su Qingzhi also lost the motivation to make money, and he could walk through the places of interest in Sanyang City with his eyes closed, but he was not interested in accompanying the two gringos around.

In the eighties and nineties, many foreign lawbreakers disguised themselves as tourists and sneaked into the interior to steal and resell antiques, calligraphy and paintings, resulting in the loss of a large number of cultural relics and immeasurable losses to the country.

Of course, it's not that all foreigners do illegal things, but Su Qingzhi instinctively didn't have a good impression of these gringos, and besides, he didn't have time to stay here too much, so he unceremoniously refused.

Robert, undeterred, raised the price to $8 and listed several monuments in Sanyang City, stating that he would only be able to go to these places.

Su Qingzhi refused again, and then began to eat instant noodles with his head down.

Robert shrugged his shoulders, made a gesture of helplessness, showed a charming smile to the little girl at the front desk, and went up to the second floor with a "puff".

The little girl looked at Su Qingzhi and was puzzled: "Being a tour guide is 8 dollars a day, which is not low." ”

Su Qingzhi said without raising his head: "Then you go." ”

The little girl pursed her lips and said, "I want to go, but unfortunately my English is not good." ”

Su Qingzhi stopped talking.

After eating instant noodles, I carried the kettle and prepared to go upstairs.

At this time, the landline phone at the front desk rang, and I only heard the little girl complaining: "Auntie, come back quickly, I'm sleepy, and I have to go back to school the day after tomorrow......"

After getting up and washing up the next day, Su Qingzhi came to the former site of the Century Home again.

The north wind is howling, the snow is dancing, and the ground is covered in snow.

He walked through this old site, feeling the imprint of memory, as if he had heard the call of his previous life, and those laughter and laughter were like in his ears.

Now all that remains here are memories.

After eating a bowl of noodles at a roadside restaurant, Su Qingzhi returned the room at Qiyue Inn, took a taxi to the bus station, and got on a long-distance bus back to Shangnan City.

The road was slippery and the car was moving slowly.

With his forehead pressed against the car glass, he stared out the window at pedestrians and vehicles in a daze.

Suddenly, a girl in a white down jacket came into view, she was like a beating elf, and she was caught off guard and pried open Su Qingzhi's death-like heart.