I received a text message from Gu Ming before boarding: I will pick you up as soon as you get off the plane and wait for me.

Meng Congxia turned off his mobile phone, put it in his small bag, and boarded the plane with the crowd. Just go play and change your mood. Thinking so in her heart, she also felt a lot more relaxed.

It is a window seat, a small round window, from the summer through the glass can see the gradually sparse boarding crowd outside, the empty airport, and the large transparent pen window in the waiting room, empty, more and more I feel small.

When the plane takes off, the difference in air pressure causes the ears to start hurting. Cong Xia frowned slightly and gently rubbed his ears with his hands. "No." A piece of chewing gum appeared in front of her, and she looked at the end of the voice with some hesitation, it was a young Chinese man sitting next to her, "You'll chew gum better." ”

"Thank you." She took the candy and thanked him, feeling strange that although she looked Chinese, she spoke Chinese very lamely.

As if noticing her scrutinizing gaze, he smiled brightly: "Oh, I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Simon (Simon), and my Chinese name is Lu Jue." Both parents are Chinese, but I am French and grew up in France. My parents want to go back to their homeland this time to spend their old age in peace, and I am sending them back to France. ”

Congxia nodded to him, thinking that the French were enthusiastic, and as soon as they met, they helped him solve his difficulties, and introduced himself in detail. She was a little embarrassed to introduce herself. Lu Jue asked, "What about you?" ”

"My name is Meng Congxia, and my family is in France."

"Hello, Meng." He reached out to hold Cong Xia's hand somewhat formally, and politely left a kiss: "It's a pleasure to meet you." ”

When night falls, the small round window is glowing black. Looking down through the clouds, I don't know which city it is, but it becomes very far away and small, like a glowing map. One will be clear and the other will be blurry, the five colors are like splendor, and it is a bit like watching a movie. It's so beautiful that it's suffocating, so beautiful that you forget everything—

After getting off the plane, after saying a simple goodbye to Lu Jue, he saw Gu Ming's back from a distance. She dragged her suitcase and walked up to his left and slapped his right shoulder with her hand. Unexpectedly, he was not fooled and turned from the left. "I've seen you." He said funny, "After so many years of playing tricks." "Long time no see."

"It's been a long time," he tugged at his suitcase, "let's go, go home." ”

Gu Ming came to France after graduating from university, and since Xia is still in China, he will come to France for Christmas every year, and it is rare to meet Gu Ming with his mother and stepfather. When her father died in high school, she became even more lonely and alone, without a family. Now that she has also graduated from college, and for some reason she was driven to leave her homeland and come to a foreign land, the whole person is floating, like light air, only floating in the air, until she heard Gu Ming's sentence "go home", her heart began to settle down, satisfied and happy-

Ye Ping's family lives in a single-family villa in the suburbs, which is very exquisite. Ye Ping carefully arranged a small room for Congxia, which was generally orange and very warm. "My baby girl loves orange the most." Ye Ping winked at her playfully and said, her eyes overflowing with a doting look.

So began her life in France from Xia.

The climate in France is generally very pleasant, with mild and rainy weather, no extreme weather, and the scenery changes with the seasons, and the streets are full of fresh and fragrant flowers.

In "Shanghai Tang", the year Feng Chengcheng left, he came to France. My mother's departure is also from France.

He used to say that when he graduated, he wanted to go to France, he wanted to see the Eiffel Tower, he wanted to learn French, and he said that it was the best language in the world.

She remembered every word he said, every word. At that time, she had no ideals, so she took his ideals as her own. Not with someone else, but with him.

He looked at himself alone from Xia again, and shrugged his shoulders helplessly in silence.

France is a romantic country, and there are romantic and amorous men.

Meng Congxia walked down the street, and from time to time a young and handsome blonde man came to talk to him. They are always super lively, full of quirky ideas and thoughts, often unexpected, and polite.

It's always fun to be around lively people.

It's not like he's always looking like no one in his eyes, as if he never put her in his eyes.

One evening, I walked around the neighborhood from Natsu and unconsciously walked to the feet of Eiffel. She took a picture of it, made it into a postcard, and wanted to send it to someone.

She bit the tip of her pen and thought about what to write, and the bad habit of biting the tip of the pen was probably formed when she was a student. After a while, I thought of something, so I wrote with a light pen: clothes are not as good as new, and people are not as good as before.

Immediately wiped it off again, no, no, it was written like an abandoned woman, although it was true that he dumped himself, but Cong Xia felt that there was no dignity.

He also wrote: Things are not people. It still doesn't seem to be good enough, it will make him feel that he still has illusions about him who is married.

Wiped it, changed it. Finally, in the middle of the postcard, it is written impartially: I'm fine. "I'm fine" is written very large, as if deliberately proving something, as if the person who receives it will not believe it, and it is written very large. But it looks hollow. What I want to hide is exposed even more naked.

Almost the moment it was sent, I regretted it from Xia-

You know, I'm doing well, you know without you.

For a long, long time, I didn't receive a reply.