On the second day after returning to Zunyi, I suddenly found that my National Day holiday had ended, and the counselor counted the number of people returning to school, but I had not yet set off to return to school, so I simply gave me a few more days of vacation. So I hurriedly said goodbye to my parents and friends and went to Urumqi.

After a few hours of flying, watching the dark green mountains on the ground gradually transform into a muddy yellow Gobi desert, the silent snow-capped mountains in the northwest began to loom.

Arrived in Urumqi at night. I heard people say that there is no love in Urumqi, only late-night loneliness and wine, and I, obviously, underestimated the cold of Urumqi. The loneliness that is cold to the heart and freezes the flow of blood. In October, when people in the interior were still harvesting rice in the fields in short sleeves, the people of Urumqi had already put on down jackets to hide from the heating and refused to go out.

Xinjiang's cities have a distinctive feature: they are so vast that land prices are so low that roads can be widened at will. Therefore, the streets of Urumqi at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains are unbridled with the unscrupulous breathing of the glacier. Standing at the exit of Diwopu Airport, although it is located at the airport, it touches the scene in a city like Urumqi, but it reminds me of what Daolang sang in "Goodbye Urumqi":

Trains from Urumqi,

Carrying a long sorrow,

Pressing on the icy tracks,

Persistently stretch out into the distance.

Trains from Urumqi,

Shaking boundless melancholy,

Looking at your waving figure,

Suddenly I woke up and left you......

Daolang left Urumqi and went to Kashgar to see the poplar trees that have not died for thousands of years, have not fallen for thousands of years after death, and have been immortal for thousands of years.

As for me, I started from Xia Yao's city, and Xia Yao finally fled in my betrayal again and again, we parted ways, like strangers, and I was still sad and complaining, and it was really ironic to myself.

I was picked up by my high school friend, Peng, who was waiting at the exit early, and he was my best brother in high school.

The two of them walked obscenely in the cold wind, each with a cigarette, laughing as they walked, hooking their shoulders and backs, completely ignoring the eyes of the people around them.

He arranged for me to sleep in his dormitory at his school, and after two days of traveling, I was already sleepy and fell asleep, but I was not in a hurry to return to my university, which was thousands of miles away.

It wasn't until the evening that I woke up from the exertion and regained some energy, and we went to dinner.

He has two college buddies, one is Lao Zou from Jiangsu, who is tall and big, with a flat head and a beard, which makes me feel the same as Song Dongye in an instant. There is always a trace of loneliness and vicissitudes in his eyes, but he is wittily integrated with the temperament of a local tyrant who has nowhere to hide.

Lao Zou is a Chang acquaintance in Jiangsu, and his lucky home was demolished, and he owns several suites, a few storefronts and a large amount of sky-high compensation in the center of the city. And the property obtained by these ancestors makes the vast majority of people envious and even extremely red-eyed.

One is Chongqing's Xiao Gao, Xiao Gao is tall, smart-minded, and grinning, but he is actually a gentle and delicate boy in his heart. The reason why I feel that he is delicate in his heart is because of the gentleness and shyness when I saw the video between him and his girlfriend studying in Chengdu.

As soon as they met, the four of them were extremely restrained, shook hands politely and reported to their homes, and then walked on the streets of Urumqi, silent and speechless, in order to avoid embarrassment, everyone took out their mobile phones and looked aimlessly.

We came to a bar. Retro decoration, soft kerosene lamps, few people, no hustle and bustle, Getai is singing Lin Junjie's "It's a pity that there is no if".

The bar focuses on creating an artistic atmosphere, so the walls are full of love quotes and literary illustrations: the best thing for a person is to let go, no matter how much you miss it, you will not bother, and one day you will understand that it is more solid to lose than to have...... It seems that while awakening people's sense of taste, it also awakens the love that is nine out of ten sad.

Lao Peng plays the role of a hub between the four people: "Come, come, come, let's have a toast!" The four of them picked up the wine glass and touched it slightly on the top of the hot pot, and it was over. Come, come, come, smoke a cigarette together. ”

Lao Peng took out the cigarettes and handed them one by one, there was only one lighter, and the four of them waited for the lighter to come over, speechless. In the process of pushing the cup and changing the lamp, the wine was high, and the faces of the four people were flushed. It just so happened that Jian Hongyi's "You Must Be Happy" was sung in the store:

Some loves, but they have to go their separate ways

Think of her in the dead of night

Send those flowers

also said some heart-rending love words

Bet on a happy chip

I think of her on the crowded streets

How is she now

But I didn't have the answer you wanted

But you must be happy

Happiness......

Jian Hongyi's voice is vicissitudes and very infectious. A voice that looks like you've been kissed by the devil! I stopped holding the chopsticks of the lamb chops and looked at the screen of the singing stage, without blinking, maybe the singing was too beautiful, or maybe it was because of the alcohol, I went from staring at the beginning to humming quietly, humming from the small voice to the last tears, from tears to hoarseness.

My experience with Xia Yao is like a movie clip in my mind: in the winter of 2016, I held Xia Yao's hand for the first time, kissed Xia Yao's face for the first time in 2017, went to Xia Yao's house for the first time in 2018 to see my parents, graduated in 2019, we wore couple clothes and swaggered in front of the principal, and finally separated in Xitang two days ago in 2019............

At the end of the song, I picked up the cigarette on the table, looking for the lighter blankly, and then Lao Zou handed the lighter over, I lit the cigarette, took a deep breath, and let the heavy smoke burn unscrupulously in my throat, rampage in the lungs, I coughed violently, stinging my throat, it seemed that I could cough up blood, and the corners of my eyes were once again spread by the hot liquid.

Lao Peng knew about my reunion with Xia Yao in Xitang, he didn't say a word, just picked up a cigarette, lit it, and put his hand on my shoulder.

Lao Zou on the side broke the silence first: "Lao Chen, listen to your singing, it seems that you are a person with a story, if you are really uncomfortable, say it, just indulge it once after drinking!" I looked at Lao Zou and said, "Lao Zou, I won't tell you, I really lost a girl who occupies each other's youth this time." And probably never cross paths again in this life. The feelings of this world are really wonderful, love but can't, preference and fearlessness, can't get but forever riotous. I threw my head up and laughed and took another puff of my cigarette.

"Hahahaha, fate, Lao Chen!" Lao Zou shouted.

In fact, there is no so-called empathy in this world, but there is an immersive scene of self-matching.

Lao Zou put down his heavy glasses, and I suddenly noticed that there were tears in the corners of his eyes, "Lao Chen, do you know? Lao Tzu spent six years to love a girl, I can't count all the round-trip air tickets myself, I wasted hundreds of thousands, wasted six years of youth, and in the end it wasn't that I had nothing, those so-called youth were like feeding dogs! ”

Lao Zou picked up the cigarette on the table and lit it, and then, he picked up the wine glass, and I also raised the wine glass, the transparent Jiang Xiaobai exuded a strong smell in the transparent quilt, and the wine glasses collided and drank it all. "Haha, there are fewer than a thousand glasses of wine for a confidant! Waiter, keep serving! "The waiter at the front desk couldn't think of us, so he came over with a drink.

Lao Zou shouted, like a drunken person, I know that he is not yet on the verge of drunkenness, but he has taken advantage of the strength of the alcohol to amplify some inexplicable feelings and make his behavior out of control.

"Come on, fuck love, fuck her youth, let's do this glass of wine, and break it off with the past!" I picked up the wine glass, stood up tremblingly, Lao Peng, Lao Zou, Xiao Gao also raised the wine glass, when the light was dim, in the quiet midnight, in the cold air of Urumqi, in the wine glass collision roared, hot wine belly, love dissipated: "Dry, dry, dry!"

Maybe growing up is to silence the cry, and drinking is to turn the mood into vibration.

I heard many old drunkards say, don't touch Jiang Xiaobai when drinking liquor, Jiang Xiaobai is full of chemicals. I have always disdained to drink Jiang Xiaobai's cheap liquor blended with alcohol, but there is only one kind of liquor in this store, Jiang Xiaobai, which may be the boss's preference, I think this is due to Jiang Xiaobai's successful copywriting planning and advertising effect, as well as the disease-free moaning of contemporary youth who have been magnified countless times and must be in love.

I also heard that Jiang Xiaobai and Sprite have an elegant name: Lover's Tears. At first, I thought this was Jiang Xiaobai's ingenuity, but when Jiang Xiaobai and Sprite penetrated each other in the transparent crystal cup, and fused with human blood after the collision of alcohol, chemicals, and carbon dioxide again and again, I found that the lover's tears were not like this wine? With a hint of sweetness in the bitterness, we indulge in it, looking back, with great stamina, and the chest is overturned, just like the heart we once came to be like a knife to the point of difficulty breathing.

Bottles of Jiang Xiaobai were thrown on the table, and those warm, dark or inspirational copywriting were studied by us over and over again this night: the end of the world is a concept of nothingness, and the cape does not exist, and love or not love is actually not realistic; What cannot be forgotten is memory, and what continues is life; I knew that now, thoughts are surging like a tide, why bother in the first place, I pretended to leave in style; Forget a part of the past and be happier now......

"To tell you the truth, Lao Peng was my best buddy in high school, and we came to Xinjiang by accident in college, and I was very relieved to see that he had two of you friends by his side." I took a glass of wine and drank it all.

"Lao Peng is a person who values righteousness, understands feelings, and is easy-going. And I am the same kind of person as Xiao Gao and Lao Peng, so I can naturally become friends with him. You are Lao Peng's good buddy, this is fate for the four of us to meet. Lao Zou raised his wine glass and drank it all.

"How do you say a few idioms, we call it the same smell, things gather in kind, people in groups, embarrassment, and the same stream!" Xiao Gao, who was overwhelmed by alcohol, retrieved a series of idioms in his mind.

"Xiao Gao, it's okay, don't have that gold and steel diamond, don't do porcelain work, these idioms you use are derogatory words, and we should use positive words to describe it, such as like-minded, all the way!" Lao Peng looked proud, and drank it all after speaking.

"In this case, there were three knots in Taoyuan in ancient times, and now there are four of our friends, everyone is a brother after drinking this glass of wine, although they met for the first time, but they were like old friends at first sight." Lao Zou raised his glass and proposed.

I poured the wine glass full, Lao Peng, Xiao Gao also raised a glass, the four of them clinked glasses, under the influence of alcohol, the man's chivalrous courage to the ancient heroes, walking the rivers and lakes, the informality of righteousness was amplified to the fullest.

Until late at night. The four of us checked out in a mess and helped each other out of the hotel, just like that night in Xitang: there were no lovers or pedestrians on the streets, and scattered taxis drove lazily into the dark corners, leaving the gradually dim taillights, like the last peep of the night.

I looked at Lao Zou and nodded word by word and paused: "You and I are both unknowns, and we both have endless helplessness.

"Ants shed tears, mud blooms buds, rats also have names and surnames, bandits are born for love, you and I are nameless."

"The deaf man heard the dumb man say that the blind man saw love, the camel stood up straight and touched the bald man's hair, the lame man flew up and kicked the camel away, the pockmark said, for the sake of my face, forget it......" Lao Peng interjected, the can on the ground was kicked by him, rolling like a dark corner, and the moaning calmed down, I looked like Lao Peng, his eyes were glowing red, like a wolf, a down-and-out wolf who had lost his fur.

Xiao Gao looked at us, smirking, laughing, laughter pierced the dark night of Urumqi, which had entered the curfew, but the laughter and laughter came to an abrupt end, there was silence, I looked like him, there were tears in his eyes, under the street lamp, shining with crystal light.

It seems that tonight, all four of us are sad. The reason for this may be that the people I meet are people with stories.

We hooked our shoulders and were even interrogated by the police patrolling at night, who told us to go back and rest early after discovering that we were indeed good citizens and not suspicious people.

A few people walked and bragged in various districts of the huge Urumqi, and the cold wind blew at night, but they were blocked by the hot skin roasted by alcohol.

Stumbled to the eighth floor, the bus stop on the eighth floor was pitch black, and it had long been abandoned and deserted. The cheap hotel booked online is in a dark corner on the eighth floor, the four of us are about to separate here, Lao Peng, Xiao Gao, Lao Zou did not ask for leave from the school, if you don't go back, it is a serious night not to return, which has always been a light, so the three of them hurriedly stopped a taxi from the corner of the street and rushed to the school, and the taxi drove away after eliminating the exhaust.

I sat on the stone steps on the side of the road, lit a cigarette, and remembered Xia Yao, who should be at the mainland university at this moment.

With a burst of sadness, I felt in a daze that she and I might not have the opportunity to continue our relationship in this life, and the bits and pieces we experienced would become a thing of the past and become memories that we could not part with. The next meeting may be at a class reunion full of copper smell and showing off, or at the wedding of Xia Yao, who is full of happiness in a white dress.

I remember Daolang's "The First Snow in 2002" sang:

The first snow of 2002

Coming a little later than ever

A No. 2 bus parked on the eighth floor

Took away the last falling yellow leaves

The first snow of 2002

It is a complex that is difficult to give up in Urumqi

You're like a butterfly flying around

Swaying in the snowy season

I can't forget the feeling of holding you in my arms

I used to hear "the second bus parked on the eighth floor", but I didn't quite understand what was going on, and I was still wondering how the bus drove up to the eighth floor. Later, I heard that there is a place called "Eighth Floor" in Urumqi, but more than ten years have passed, and the No. 2 station on the eighth floor has long been gone, leaving only the unique place name of "Eighth Floor" and the times have become an eternal memory. And maybe Xia Yao will also become the "eighth floor" in my memory.