After returning to my place of residence that day, I made the decision to go home, to my hometown city, my alma mater. When I made this decision, I was taken aback, I had no idea why I had made such a decision, and I always thought that I would never be in that city. I think the reason I was able to make that decision was because I had become more mature in a few years of my working life, and mature men need to be bold enough to face their past. Another thing I don't think will have any future in this city by the sea, I don't get used to life by the sea, I haven't even been used to the food here for a few years. While I love the sea, I also have a deep fear that I don't have anything to offer. What's more, I felt like I needed a house of my own, but the city's housing prices were ridiculously high, and I could never make enough money with a paintbrush.

I hope to return to my hometown on the eve of the Spring Festival and spend the Spring Festival in my hometown first, just like the winter vacation when I go to school. Since I came to this kind of city, I haven't been home. When I was tidying up, I tried to keep things as small as possible and give unimportant things to my neighbors. What was difficult to deal with was a pile of books and the electric piano, and I wanted to send all the books home for collection, but the books were packed in four boxes, each weighing about fifty pounds. At Yingxiu's suggestion, I kept only one box of books that I thought were more important, and donated the rest to the city's library. When I made the donation, Yingxiu asked me to write my name and date on the title page of each book, saying that it would make the city remember me.

"I don't need a city to remember me. I said.

And the electric piano I gave to Yingxiu. At first, I was going to sell it so I could earn back my ticket home. When I contacted the buyer and waited for him to come and pick up the goods, Yingxiu asked me to play a song for him, and he said that he had only seen me play it once, and that time it was practicing under the guidance of a girl, and he wanted to hear me play a complete song. I've always wanted to play a song for him, it's a bit of vanity, and after I think my level can do a perfect solo, only Qiu Pei has seen me play, and although the neighbors in the yard can usually hear it, it doesn't count as a performance. I wanted to perform in front of others, but I struggled with not having an audience.

I played "Far Away" and I knew it would be the last piece I would play on this electric piano and in this city. When the first note sounded, my memories went back to when I first came to the city, and all the memories of the city were presented one by one. When I pressed the last note, I felt that there was still something left unremembered, so I played it all over again. I played it five times, and I felt that all the memories were finished, so I stopped playing.

Yingxiu sat on top of my bookcase, his feet on a grid of the already empty bookshelf, and he was fascinated by it, and when the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, he said that he didn't expect me to play so well. He asked me to leave the electric piano for him, and he wanted to learn it too. So, I had to leave the man who had come to buy my electric piano empty-handed, and as compensation for his wasted trip, I gave him my hand-rolled piano.

We hailed a car, went to the post office to send a large bag of my belongings and a box of books back to my hometown, and then moved the electric piano to Yingxiu's place together, including my three piano tutorials and more than 100 pages of piano scores. I carried a backpack with a full-frame SLR camera that Yingxiu bought. When I was tidying up my things, I was going to return the camera to Zhao, and the 5,000 yuan he borrowed from him had already repaid me, and the ownership of the camera belonged to him. When I showed him the camera, he looked inexplicable, saying that he never knew he had bought a camera, his expression was real and his tone was natural, which would make everyone believe that he had never bought a DSLR.

When I left my room, all that was left was the same bed I had when I first moved in, a desk, and bookshelves that had been removed by a neighbor downstairs. Other than that, the only thing left is those three paintings on the wall.

I lived for a thousand and five days in that courtyard, which was habitable, and the neighbors were either friendly or unintrusive. In the morning, the sun rises over the sea on the east side of the yard, and the morning light shines into the yard across the four-kilometer coast. When encountering the obscene rain, the yard is quiet like a wasteland, only the sound of rain. The kapok trees are tall and majestic, and they bloom bright red flowers every March until they freeze to death in the snowstorm of the century. The wall facing the street was covered with vines to block the scorching July and August sun, and snails would climb up the second-floor windows. Some people lived in the yard for ten days and a half and then moved out in a hurry, while others lived there from the time they first moved in until I moved out. I don't usually feel scared, but it wasn't until I left that I felt that I was in love with many things in this courtyard, not because I liked this courtyard so much, but because I spent the first few years after graduation. I believe that all people's imaginations, decisions and changes in life take place in these years, and it will build the framework of a person's life for the rest of their lives. Originally, I came to this city only to escape the figure that was always with me, and I took with me the inevitable ignorance of young people, naively thinking that life is like mathematics, and there are always formulas to be found. Just follow the formula and you're all set. And, at first, I felt that everything was passing away. But when the girl next door said, "Your breath is full of another woman's breath," I realized that I was still swaying in a dark harbor. Just like a car driving at high speed, only the road surface is allowed to be smooth, and the slightest bump will destroy the car and kill people.

On my last night in the city, I stayed at Yingxiu. Yingxiu made a sumptuous dinner for me to practice. He is a skilled cook, but rarely cooks, and most often only cooks to win the favor of a woman and then leave her for the night. The meals are delicious and have a great aftertaste. I slept on the couch I had slept on my first night in the city, ready to catch my flight back to the north the next morning.

Yingxiu took me to the airport, and when I entered the security area, Yingxiu told me to be careful all the way.

"In the first two years you came to this city, there were two disasters of the century, and I am afraid of another tsunami of the century. He said, "Fortunately, you left before the New Year." ”

I was twenty-six years and one hundred and seventeen days old when I boarded the plane, and I spent 1,215 days in the city;

As the plane climbs, the overall outline of the city becomes clearer and clearer, and the details become more and more blurred, and the rivers are intertwined. Across the sea, the red sun is appearing on the shoreline. When the plane corrected its course, the angled fuselage allowed me to see the entire sparkling sea. I remembered what Yingxiu said at the beginning, and the feeling of my tiredness was not because of work, but because of nostalgia. All the tired feelings in life are because of nostalgia.