After two weeks at Irina's home, I returned home. At the dock, when I was about to get on the boat, she asked me, "You should be able to live a good life when you go back, right?"

"It's as tough as ever, and it still takes getting used to it," I said, lighting a cigarette and asking her to light one.

"Is there only so much time left?" said Irina, looking at her fingers tangled in smoke clouds.

"There may be only so much that the eye can see, and what is lost may be directly proportional to what is gained, but what does it always feel like something has been lost?"

"Didn't find her loss?"

"Well," I said, taking a deep breath, "but it always felt like some piece could become a whole thing just by putting it back together. ”

"You give me a wonderful feeling, and maybe one day I'll be looking for you by the river, my friend," Irina smiled as sweetly as she had seen her at first sight.

"The same goes for you," I said, puffing on my cigarette.

After returning to China, I didn't rush to report to school, and for me, there was plenty of time. So, without greeting anyone, as if he had left no mark when he left, he bought a train ticket and went to the capital alone. After a few years, everything here, the clear river, the soft spring breeze, the dazzling light, the faint perfume on the woman's body, and the drama, those who have stayed in their lives, are just like that dream, but that dream has never come again.

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