The sunset passes through the autumn of a season, and a trace of sorrow with infinite faint beauty spreads out in the September sky. The soft honey light penetrated through the glass wall, and the broken silver that dissolved the ground jumped, and the coffee also fluttered with the joy of wisps of sunshine. In the faint and distant aftertaste of coffee, Yang Mingwen is impregnated with melancholy laziness by the scattered afterglow, and the comfort hatched by this laziness makes people inexplicably intoxicated.

The transparent wall makes the world oppose the mind of the clear text. The tranquility of sitting alone has nothing to do with the bustling streets, but the two are close at hand. Qin Keyue's figure was touched by Mingwen's sight, Keyue was walking towards this "Qingqing Coffee Seat" from the opposite street across the road, Mingwen's gaze became abrupt and uneasy, like a scoop of rain that disrupted the tranquility of the sunset sky, his whole heart instantly became unfounded, surprise and avoidance were like a thread pulling back and forth in his thoughts. It would be a wonderful afternoon to have coffee with someone and be the one who sparked your love!

Ke Yue walked into the café, like the beautiful style of the lilies in the sunset, which did not disturb anyone. The moment she saw the plain text, she instinctively wanted to scream, and the joy rippled in her eyes layer by layer; And the calmness she showed for no reason, as if this encounter was inevitable.

Ke Yue sat down in front of Mingwen. said hello to each other, and an indescribable joy was like beer foam on Mingwen's youthful face. Mingwen ordered coffee for Ke Yue like a noble English gentleman. The warm coffee and the diffuse fragrance make people's thoughts in the air like butterflies in a hundred flowers. Mingwen didn't know how to place his sight, and when he glanced at Keyue, he bumped into each other. The bright and clear eyes soaked the dry heart through and refreshed, very beautiful, quiet and quiet, and for a while I was drunk in it. In the silent time, there is a warmth that does not need words to float softly, like a puff fan gently shaking in your hot dreams-

At night, the lights of the café melt into the brightness of the market, the city is not tired, and the lights of the vibrant city tear the night to pieces. The wind is cool and cool, in the arms of men, and women's chests are brisking. Mingwen hoped that time would be mobilized by the will to return to a standstill, but the setting sun inadvertently took away the afternoon of meditation. Mingwen longs for the endless eternal elongation of the streets, stretching until the dawn, and the dawn never comes. Ke Yue's arm stretched out over the night and gently grabbed Mingwen's arm, which made Mingwen panic for a while, wanting to abandon Ke Yue's tenderness, but the deep attachment to tenderness in his heart was really inseparable, and he was condemned by the uneasiness of conscience. Ke Yue's movements were so natural, as if the two had gone through two lives, and this was the convergence of the third life. Ke Yue even tried harder to wrap Mingwen tighter, she couldn't help but be surprised to herself, for the first time in her life, she was so close to a man outside the blood, there was still a kind of urgency to get close, reluctant to let go, it seemed that as soon as she let go, this man would float away, and it would be difficult to catch it anymore.

"Buy a flower! Buy a rose! This is one of the night scenes of Xingcheng, and there are often children who unexpectedly flash in front of couples, holding roses in their hands and selling to men: "Buy one!" Buy one! For the beautiful aunt! Buy one for your aunt! The two of them stopped their steps at the same time, and Ke Yue's eyes caressed Mingwen's face like a soul, like a believer's devotion to the prophet. Accidentally, Mingwen fell into the depths of that clear eye. "Uncle, just buy one for your beautiful aunt!" - Children have the potential to be psychologically and talented in economics. Mingwen happily made a choice, and in the budding fragrance, the little girl left happily, and the big girl smiled pale pink, laughing obsessively and intoxicated. Ke Yue didn't go to pick up the roses that were handed over, but pulled them more affectionately, and her head leaned slightly towards him. Ke Yue said: "Am I a person who lacks interest! "There are people who you have nothing to say, but when you face her, you can talk endlessly; And there are some people who you have a lot of things to say, but when you meet,—— you don't know where to start, because some words, it can only find a soulmate somewhere outside the ear. The most beautiful words are the ears that can only express helplessness! - "Suddenly silent, Mingwen felt that if he looked forward again, he would transcend the distance between the two people, emotions were unreliable, and emotional loss of control was at least not a memorable thing. Ke Yue said: "The ears would rather be helpless than just serve as decorations too much!" Mingwen looked at Ke Yue, and slowly moved forward, his figure overlapping and intertwined by the street lamp. Ke Yue said: "There is an experience, the pleasure of life, a different interpretation of passion, and a release of life!" Mingwen blinked and looked directly at Ke Yue, and his doubts sneaked dimly in the light, burrowing into Ke Yue's eyes, looking at her heart. Ke Yue looked at Mingwen like an innocent child and said, "If you're afraid, or don't want to, then ——。 If you agree, we can chase life now! ”

The car slowly drove into the suburbs of the city, and suddenly like a beast in heat, roaring in life with endless blasting power. Yang Mingwen pushed into the extreme of high speed before he could react in Keyue, the car flew like a sharp arrow, like a rushing torrent that rushed for thousands of miles, life was flying, and the four wheels were like the eruption of an angry volcano. Ke Yue looked at Mingwen, and Mingwen's passion swayed freely in the operation, so that Ke Yue was intoxicated. This man surprised her more than she imagined.

The car finally stopped, in the moment outside Keyue's thoughts, like a dream, sweet and beautiful, just started, Huang Li'er chirped tactfully, and the dawn soaked the dream, but the person fell into the dream. Ke Yue muttered, like the swallows wandering low in the mountains and fields of twilight spring: "Good things, will they all end!" It was a wind that bypassed the branches and leaves that caressed Mingwen's body, Mingwen leaned back with his whole body, his center of gravity was firmly handed over to the back of the chair, and the view showed through the front window, which was a faint gray night sky, and the vast universe scaled a car to small and small, making it the nothingness of the universe. Man is the spirit of the universe's nothingness, but the spirit of the universe's nothingness has a real spirit, shallow melancholy, a faint sadness, a certain longing for Qinli, or a far-reaching inexplicable memory. The extremely fast gallop actually made Mingwen's mood intricate, rising and waving like a thin green mist. So much so that Mingwen wondered whether the tone of "I'm afraid that God would be displeased" to Ke Yue was humorous, witty, or ridiculous, it wasn't, but it was all again.

"Is his old man interested in this too?"

"Not really! Suddenly, a red limousine swooped down at his feet, and he was startled; Suddenly, a girl who was the purest and most beautiful girl in the world got out of the car, and he was delighted; Shocked and delighted, he suddenly found that there was an ugly messy man sitting in the car, and the failure was only a small failure, which was enough to make the Danqing, which could have been peerless, lose its color. You say, can he be happy? So it's better not to provoke him and drive the car to his threshold! ”

"Whether it's a disguised compliment to me or a timid excuse, but now, I want you to go for a walk with me, on a long gray night without moonlight." But Yue didn't understand why her eyes couldn't leave the plain text, except for the clear text, her eyes were empty everywhere she went. What's more, Keyue found that her focus on plaintext was an unconscious, extremely conscious behavior.

Without the pollution of civilized lights, the night became a good night. The wind in the countryside is cool, permeating the smell of the fields, and the soul breaks free from civilization and returns to its original freedom. The leisurely steps, the two people pacing the same but different hearts, dressed in tranquility, the whole world is solemn. Ke Yue held Mingwen's hand and stopped. The silence was so heavy. Then, Mingwen was caught off guard, but Yueshuang hugged his waist tightly, her breathing flowed clearly on his ear drums, and his heart trembled in the sound of her breathing. There is a pair of eyes that emit blue light, piercing the night, and approaching Mingwen over, isn't that Zheng Wenduo's eyes? Contains anger! Contradictions overwhelmed him, tension made him flustered. What a love this is! I can't let go, I can't let go. Where exactly is Zheng Wenduo?!

"Plaintext! Today is my birthday. The wind blew gently, carrying Ke Yue's words far away, and the farther away......

Mingwen gently kissed Ke Yue's sideburns, so warm, it seemed to be the pouring of a lifetime of love. The night sky makes people happy and sad at the same time. Mingwen seemed to see that the friendship in his conscience was shattering, he could no longer allow his emotions to overflow, he wanted to stop himself. He had to do it! I saw Ke Yue say gently: "If today is a special day, if this special day can give people a special wish, I only hope that there is a special person to accompany me and accompany me through this special day with the love of his life." Even if it's only a second,—— that's enough. Her tone was soft and long, as if she had returned to him after a century, and she put her arms around him, leaned on him, and said with deep meaning: "What about twenty years, what about thirty years; For me, there is a kind of person who you know for a second, but he is important to your life, and that is enough. You tell me! If everybody has a God ,——" this moment, she seems to have poured out her whole life, her life, as if it really began from this moment.

Mingwen is afraid that this person who longs to love but can't love will be tender to him; And in his heart, he couldn't stop longing for the tenderness and sweetness of his loved ones. He wished he was that God. He wanted to scream, and it was better to tell her in a pulse, "I love you——。 "Like a rain, just as it was about to pour, the clouds dispersed. He couldn't tell. He felt sorry for himself, so sad that he wanted to shed tears. Silence is the best, it can cover everything up more than night. For a moment, as if it had been a long time, he said, "Happy birthday, happy forever——。 I wish I could have something for you at this time——。 ”

"The ——。 you have"

"Oh! Yes, roses, I'll get them. ”

"Nope. - "The sound is as small as the ripples of the wind."

"That's ——?"

"I closed my eyes and counted to ten in silence." The eyes closed the skylight of vision, and the soul was full of anticipation in the silent counting, looking forward to flying in fantasy. At that moment, she thought that if she counted to seven, everything would still be the same, and she would be the amorous in a sweet dream; At that moment, the storm came, and in this life, she vowed to be his bride, only his bride, and grow old together in the sunset. The moment in her heart didn't come after all. She was reluctant to count eight, even though she promised to count to ten. She wants to open her eyes and see everything again. A warmth swept over her the moment she opened her eyes, swifter than a storm, eager to melt away the boundlessness of the night, forgetful. Whether the heavens and the earth fall to the southeast or the northwest at this moment, the god of death cannot break the lips driven by passion.

The tide receded, the wind stopped, and the rain subsided. Mingwen ignorant doesn't know what to do, no matter how strong the reason is, it will put up a white chess piece on love. But the moon was calm in the drunkenness, and her life did not just slide to the age of twenty-two, but tore a page of transparent morning.

"A thousand years

10,000 years

It is also difficult

Tell the story

The eternity of this moment

You kissed me

I kissed you

In the early morning of winter pus

Early morning in the Parc de Monsouri

Park in Paris

Paris is a city on earth

The Earth is a star in the sky."

Like Angel's prayer, Keyue casually recited a small poem. Although it is not in the early morning, it has a timeless flavor in the dark night that makes people ponder, and there is a faint madness of life in the provocative plain text. Keyue likes the warmth in Mingwen's arms, likes to be hugged by a pair of loving hands, extends to the end of her life, and warmly passes through the most beautiful expectations in her life, even if she stops here at the end of her life for a lifetime, it is not a kind of happiness, a kind of happiness that makes people happy and intoxicated, a unique happiness.

Oh, yes! Mingwen thinks, no matter how eternal time is, it is difficult to tell the end, how love makes people's lives so lingering. Time shattered at this moment, so that Keyue was eternal with herself in her arms, what could be better?

The car started slowly, very slowly, as if everything would disappear as soon as it accelerated. This man, Ke Yue felt very close to him, two hearts in the same chest, but it seemed to be far away, far away and never approachable. She hoped that the car would never get out of the wide road in the countryside.

Mingwen likes this girl, and loves this girl even more, including her different thinking: she clearly said that she was flying in a car, but she drove very slowly. He asked Keyue, who only said that the limited journey prolongs happiness.

This night, insomnia was lost. In his mind, there was Ke Yue, and in a flash, it was Zheng Wenduo. Friendship and love are in conflict, morality and lust are fighting. He turned on the computer and saw that "Xianyun faint" was also online. Xianyun said lightly:

"Is love the unspeakable 'I love you'?!"

Mingwen flew wildly with both hands and replied:

"Chick, looks like it's time to congratulate you! Actually, I was also in love, as it was, because I kissed her, and on her birthday, her twenty-second birthday, she also recited a little poem for me, "In the Park", Jacques Prevel, French. At that moment, you will be convinced that there are things in life that will last forever—"

"Kiss; Poetry; - The purity of the old-fashioned, the pure-fashioned of the old-fashioned! ”

"Probably."

"This, maybe this, I think, maybe this is the most soulful love."

"You may be right, I think. However, love is often a war of inner desires, the tragedy of life, the disaster of life, the difficult to say 'I love you', but at the same time it is clothed with a layer of dreamy beauty, enchanting hope......"

"Really? Is there such a philosophy of love? ”

"Philosophy is a game of analysis, but love is a riddle of yes and no,—— everybody is fascinated by it, but it's always - "

"Pessimist!"

"The night is pessimistic, and hope will wake up on the horizon of the rising sun. Good night! Fun!! ”

Mingwen quickly went offline, and quickly put himself down on the bed again, but he himself was put down by his thoughts and tied up by struggle. The events of this day seemed too hasty for him, and he was stretched thin for entertainment; All of this seemed to be what he had hoped for. He needed to choose, and choice meant pain.

When it was daybreak, he fell into a deep sleep. Sleep ambivalent and sweet.