When I woke up, the east had just turned white, and a few sparrows that had landed on the branches of the trees were chirping incessantly, like hunger hidden in my stomach, urging me to clean up immediately. I folded the sleeping bag, shook off the dirt, and put it in my backpack. Then, stretching his limbs, he walked to the convenience store and bought a glass of hot milk and stuffed it into his stomach along with the brown bread left over from yesterday.

After feeling full in my stomach, the first thing I thought of was the girl who was sitting by the river crying yesterday, so without thinking about it, I decided to go to the river as soon as possible to see if the girl was still there and why she was crying.

The air was as clear as water melted from ice and snow, and there were only a few people on the road, most of whom perhaps had not yet recovered from yesterday's drunkenness. The bungalows on both sides of the road are neatly decorated with natural curves, and some are printed in Russian in different scripts. I followed the signs to the square by the river, which was not as elaborate as the other side, and some places were not yet covered with cement, revealing yellow sand.

At this time, the sun was just right, and the blood in the whole body seemed to circulate rapidly with some kind of force. I found a large bluestone near the river, and then sat on it, feeling the temperature of the so-called vitality, the wind coming just right, mixed with the freshness of the water and the trees. A Russian girl with long slender legs sat next to me, her mouth curled into a crescent-shaped arc as her eyes met her.

"It's a nice day," I said to her in simple Russian.

"Very good indeed," the girl responded.

"Waiting for a friend?"

"Yes. ”

I smiled and nodded, then crossed my hands behind my head, and lay on the stones looking at the blue sky, I don't know how many people on this planet are looking at this sky like me at this time, or still keeping their heads down, busy with the monotonous and repetitive livelihood in their hands. I pulled out a hand, took a cigarette out of my coat pocket, lit it, and took a deep breath. The snow-white clouds, like window flowers printed on blue glass in winter, change shape little by little as time passes, and there is a sense of relief that has never been felt before, as if something has been stripped from the soul and turned into tiny pieces that fly in an unknown direction.

"Can you give me a cigarette?" the girl bent over, her fair face with a few freckles blocking my view. I took a cigarette and a lighter out of my pocket and handed it to her. "Thank you," she looked at me with another smile.

"Are you waiting here for your friends?" the girl asked.

"I don't know if I'll be able to wait," I said, spitting out a cloud of smoke.

"You're weird. ”

"What's wrong?"

"There was a guy who said the same thing a few months ago. ”

"The same words?" I repeated the last four words she said.

"Yes, it's a skinny Chinese girl, and it's also sitting on this stone," the girl elegantly clutched a cigarette between her index and middle fingers.

It's snow. I immediately sat up from the stone and asked, "Do you know where she is now?"

"I don't know, just a few kind words of conversation, and then my friend came, and I followed, but the girl looked like she was seriously ill and would die soon. ”

Snow was sick? I felt like I had been hit in the head with some blunt object.

"You're nothing, are you?" the girl nudged me,

"It's okay," I shook my head, "maybe we're not talking about one person. ”

"It's possible, but if that girl had been in this world, she would have returned to China a long time ago," the girl looked at me.

"Maybe," I said, opening my backpack, pulling out my vodka, unscrewing the cap, and taking a sip, "would you like some?"

"I'm not used to drinking at noon," the girl shook her head, "what do you think of death?"

"It's hard to tell. ”

"Maybe death is not as terrible as we think, but a rejection of loss by life with the desire to survive, and when the soul really faces death, it may see a better scene than it did before life. ”

"Perhaps. ”

"You make people feel like they want to get close, but it's hard to get close, you know?"

Someone said the same thing. ”

"Lovers?"

"Friends who have nothing to do with it. "A pine tree that floated from an unknown place flowed down the river to an unknown destination.

"There is no needless waiting, in fact, what you pray for may always be around you, but the latitude of time and space is staggered, but when you give up at that moment, the last glimmer of hope will also be thrown away, and then it can really be judged that you have not waited, do you understand what I said?"

"I think I understand. ”

"Some of the discarded things will be easily recovered, and some will be difficult to come to fruition," the girl paused, glancing at the embankment, "Hey, my friend is here, it's a pleasure to chat with you, and someone else will definitely say that I am a crazy girl with a mouth full of gibberish." ”

"I think you've helped me a bit. ”

"Really, how about next time?" it's easy to talk to you," she said, standing up and cleaning her pants with her hands.

"It's not bad," I waved at her. Her smile faded from my sight. I lay down again, thinking to myself that after dark, she should reappear again.