Walking on this street full of plane trees in the early morning sky sunshine. Through the leaves of the sycamores, she saw a bright street in front of her, as if the autumn wind of the night would blow the whole world into the window, and a cool wind blew into her clothes through the red coat she was wearing, making her feel a little cold.

At the intersection of Hongcao Road Tianlin Road and Tianlin Road Hongcao Road, she saw a young man waiting for a traffic light across the road: "Zhu Jia, this way." ”

At this time, the red light had not yet flashed, and Zhu Jia waved his right hand to greet her.

"Come here, what are you waiting for?" She shouted at the young man opposite.

His tall figure still stood there and the tall girl opposite formed a picture of this beautiful morning.

He quickly came running over, "What do you want to eat for breakfast?" ”

"Eat as you like, you're a big boy and you're still so ink, you see it's 8 o'clock, and it will take nearly two hours to get there on the road, big brother." Luan Jin looked at the young man.

"Where's the ink, Xiao Jin." Zhu Jia said with a smile. "There's a breakfast shop behind you that sells pancakes."

"Where?" She asked, turning to look as well.

In the small shop next to the family, which is often closed, there are several wisps of white mist coming out of it. "Then let's buy finger cakes and eat them while walking, go over early and play early, and I'll go back to Suzhou by high-speed train at 7:45 in the evening."

"You're not tired of being a girl." Zhu Jia said.

"It's better to be tired than staying at home for a while and it's time to go to work." She looked inside the shop, where a short man in his thirties in a chef's white suit was putting a freshly steamed basket on top of several layers of cages stacked in the doorway, next to which was a circular iron pot. "Boss, make me a pancake."

Luan Jin looked at the young man and motioned to him, "This pancake is so big, let's wait a while, let's have half of each of us, master, add egg tenderloin to it." ”

"Do you know, the hotel you chose for me, against the road, the windows are not closed tightly, and it made me noisy last night. Die. of. Luan Jin remembered this when she was playing with her mobile phone, and she was immediately angry.

"I think you're in pretty good shape right now, aren't you?" Zhu Jia said.

"What a fart, three watches in the middle of the night, a girl of mine went to the pharmacy to buy earplugs, and her ears were blocked and still hurt, you see." She turned her head slightly sideways and left the right side to Zhu Jia, a little. Anxious. Beauty. Person. General, white., white, light, slippery. Side., face. Micro., yellow, silky hair by her. Repair. Long., white, tender, right hand. Dial. Behind the ear

'It's beautiful,' he thought to himself, "nothing. ”

"You don't know I hate wearing earplugs the most." She still remembered that her brain that was blocked last night was all quiet, noisy, demanding, and life-threatening sounds, as if her ears were ringing.

"What sauce do you two want?" The little brother inside looked outside, these two people were very tall, especially the woman, who looked like the second female in the youth campus drama he had just watched.

"Can you eat spicy?" Luan Jin looked at him.

"I can do it all, as yours does." Zhu Jia was still looking at the words on his phone, he didn't raise his head, he had been reading it for so many years, and he was still reading, he was a little used to it.

"Just put ketchup, soy milk for each of us, divided into two bags." After she finished speaking, she also picked up her latest version of Plus and looked at it.

"I'll put all the chives and coriander in for you."

When she walked away again, it was a bright morning ahead, and even the fresh air made her feel very comfortable. She was still wearing the same red long-sleeved jacket, which was also a long black trench coat. On this slightly cold morning, walk together under the plane trees on Tianlin Street.

On the sidewalk opposite the two, a boy in his twenties had just graduated from the side. Speech. Net. Coffee walked out, his eyes still had several clear bloodshots, the outside world seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, and the cold air was inhaled into his lungs.

He was already numb to the idea of playing over and over again, but while waiting for the game to update, he thought, 'If I leave now, I'll be lying on my warm and comfortable bed at home at the end of this game, instead of sitting in this dimly lit space where even the air smells of smoke.' He just closed the computer.

"Did you notice that the two of us walking here now reminded me of a movie I watched before?" Luan Jin ate a shortbread from a small pancake, and a girl riding a small orange cart beside her had just passed by the two.

"What movie?" The youth to her right asked.

"There's a scene in the Harvard love story where the male protagonist later returns to China, and on a winter evening, he wears a black trench coat and walks under a dim street lamp with snow." At that time, she was still very young when she watched this drama, but this scene has always been remembered by her.