When he came out of the boat, he stepped slowly on the tin sheet, and halfway through the walk he looked back into the restaurant, where the glass interior decorated with small colored lights could see that the staircase leading to the second floor was empty, and there was no sign of anyone coming down.

That. Smear. The sunset is shining right from the end of the road. Red. Hue. The light made his right hand need to be raised in front of him before he could squint, and half of the sky was gorgeous.

The road where no one was there, and it was already the innermost remote corner of the street, and he was the only one standing, and the woman sitting in front of the cashier in the cabin was probably the only one who could look at him at the moment, and they were a little lonely in his heart.

He looked back at his shadow in the sunlight again, pulling the old man's bath in the paved floor. Gold., yellow, on this somewhat undulating concrete floor.

He waited for a moment, but saw no sign of her coming down, and remembered in his mind the question of the young woman who had just sat at the cashier as he walked to the door.

Even when I look down and think about this, I seem to be able to hear myself talking to myself. This. Shmmmm. Soft. Hearing it in his ears was like being alone at noon in the summer, which made him feel more drowsy.

He dialed her phone, and it was almost finished, and the familiar girl still appeared in his peripheral vision. Dusk. Dark. walked out of the room, there was some embarrassment, and it didn't take long to look at each other, and they had already skimmed away from each other.

In his mind, she. The white, tender, face is covered with some halo of the sun. Even the edges of the hair flutter slightly in the wind. Micro., yellow, Phnom Penh.

She approached, and he looked in the direction of her eyes, and asked reproachfully, "Why are you here now?" ”

"I thought you went to the toilet too, and I still do. Sand., than. kind of in the package. I'm waiting for you in the compartment, huh. She wasn't too interested in explaining.

He didn't say much, and before walking side by side to leave the open space where the hotel was located, he glanced at her side face and told her, "Just when I was paying the bill and leaving, the woman in the shop asked me if I had come by car. “

"It's me and I don't believe anyone would come to this place for dinner, except you." Her voice was resolute and easy as he showed she was. Urgent. Walking with him, there are several hotels with no one in sight.

She still remembers eating at that restaurant when she first came. Violent. Day. Suspended in the air, now even the oncoming wind is a little cool.

Maybe it was an inadvertent moment, when she began to notice that the day's journey had come to an end, and there would definitely be more reluctance to have such food and worry-free.

The two of them had already walked to the main road next to the lights of the fisherman's house, in front of this not very smooth intersection, along the long path by the lake leading to the wetland park. Deep. Place.

The opposite one. Gong.,An.,Gang. Kiosk. Side, crazy. There are a bunch of shrubs, and what attracts Luan Jin's attention more is that it is behind it, under the bridge, and the boundless Yangcheng Lake. A piece of reed. Reed. Swing, this time falls. Day. The long river, it is still swaying in the wind, and its top gathers into a flocculent mass of reed flowers.

The first thing she did after walking through this wide road was to step on gravel and walk into this beautiful landscape. Immerse yourself in it and photograph the scenery that belongs to this moment in this world.

The young man next to him walked a few points towards the bridge, looking around at this vast expanse connected by the distant sky and water from a higher angle than the side, and it was easy to feel in this kind of distant world. Wide. Big. of love. Bosom.

When it falls. Day. When the pace is quickened, you are not allowed to stay longer with a person from afar, and he walks in the gravel field by the lake, the tide. Rise. Tide. Fall. Hitting the shore over and over again, the kind of whistling with a gurgling sound, like the most beautiful bell, made her heart more calm and peaceful in the pure and natural music.

She's putting her phone in it. Waves., waves. Rise. As the surface of the lake darkened, he glanced at the man beside him: "Are you going to walk again from the park?" “

"The road we came from is the closest, and we can walk from here to see it again. Before eating, I thought that this place is so beautiful, it would be a waste to leave after a while. When his gaze turned to her, Luan Jin seemed to see the projection of the sunset in this wilderness from his clear eyes.