My aunt, who was cleaning the carriage in the morning, woke me up and told me to clean up my shoes so that she could clean the floor of the carriage. I simply got up in a daze, walked to the junction of the carriages, leaned on the iron sheet, staggered and smoked the first cigarette of the morning. When I came back, I sat by the window, and the playlist in my headphones played "Lilian" on a loop, watching the scenery outside the window go back and go.

Song Dongye said that Lilian was a true story. Song Dongye said that Lilian was actually a female friend of his. A friend who has suffered from schizophrenia. This friend fantasized about a man in her heart and fell in love with him, and then the man left, and she missed him very much, so she fantasized about another woman and asked this woman to help her find the man she loved. And tell her my name, Lillian. The song "Lillian". It always reminds people of a lot of things, inadvertently, suddenly understands this song, and can always take you into a heavy rain at any time, on a muddy road, pick up a stumbling memory, and think of her name.

Some people say: Miss Dong is black and white, she sits in a dark corner, the dim light, her slender fingers hold cigarettes, she has beautiful lips and a beautiful side face.

It is also said: Lilian is colorful, a stubborn woman in a floral dress, running barefoot on the beach at dusk, standing still, looking from afar, looking forward to it, looking back at everyone and laughing, she has the most beautiful smile in the world, and even her long hair is endowed with tenderness in the sunset.

They say that Lillian is as unreachable as a rainbow, and Miss Dong is like a river that permeates your heart, and although it is filthy and blends into countless different rivers, you still accept it when it comes to you......

Shanghai left me with the impression of a city of steel and beasts, but in the narrow cracks of the ground there lived a group of people who struggled to the extreme, countless people wandered on the streets, drunk people were forced to return to the wine table, and the office building suits and leather shoes returned to their homes and cheap rental houses to struggle............

One day and one night, the train rushed westward to Guizhou, fleeing Shanghai.

The people on the train came from all over the world, speaking in different dialects and coarse language, discussing the changing sky, the changing clouds, the changing mountains and lakes. The crowd went up and down, up and down the train, until finally I was the only one left. Depart from Xitang and arrive at Shanghai South Railway Station, passing through Fujian, Jiangxi and Hunan.

When passing through Jiangxi, an uncle next to me got out of the car. He leaned against the window, from Shanghai to Jiangxi for more than ten hours, he did not sleep, did not talk to me, did not use his mobile phone, for more than ten hours, except for going to the toilet, he passed the time to the changing track outside the window.

When I was standing in Shangrao, a girl came to my upper bunk.

Shoulder-length short hair, literary gold wire glasses, shaved shoulders and thin waist, slightly chubby figure, duck egg face, handsome eyes and eyebrows, looking forward to Shenfei, the essence of literary color, it makes people forget the vulgar when they see it. She dragged the bulky lockbox with the ticket to find a seat,

I politely asked, "Need help?"

"I'm on the bunk, help me put my luggage on it if you can, I seem to have a little little strength." She smiled playfully.

"Okay." I stood up and gave her a seat. By the way, the power of men is demonstrated.

Immediately, the two of us leaned back on the window seat and looked out the window.

"Where are you going?" The girl asked.

"Guizhou."

"What are you going to do?"

"I heard that there are many invisible rich people in Guiyang, I'll go see if I can get a rich woman, I don't want to work hard."

The girl giggled, and I looked at her, looking at each other. I just feel that "I am smiling and smiling, and my eyes are looking forward to it"!

"I heard that Shangrao's Yiyang rice cakes are delicious."

"Why, someone was selling it outside just now, and you didn't buy it?"

"No, I'll buy a pack of Lushan cigarettes."

"What do you think?"

"To be honest, it's not as good as our Guizhou scrub!"

She giggled again and asked, "You like to smoke?"

"I don't like it, I smoke it occasionally!"

Her laughter rang like wind chimes, and I listened to it all the way.

On the night I arrived in Guiyang, I felt an incomparable sense of loneliness. The girl in Shangrao never told me her name, she just tapped me on the shoulder, handed me a delicate cheap necklace, and turned around and dragged my suitcase into the crowd, thinking it cheap because I seemed to have seen it at the two-dollar store sale.

I watched her enter the southeast exit, and I could only say that I saw her. This reminds me of the night I left Xitang, when Xia Yao stood at the door of the "Sky City" and watched me drift away.

I was about to transfer back to Zunyi at the same station, but I found that there was no ticket, so I was forced to transfer indiscriminately in Guiyang, where I was unfamiliar with my life.

The city is lit up, but the crowd disperses, and the crowd that passed by one second disperses like birds and beasts because of the traffic lights in the next second, disappearing into another unknown street corner. The chaotic lights of the city gently hit my face, and the sound of singing, shouting, crying, and honking filled my eardrums roughly, and I walked in the middle of the crowd, going against my back. It's not so much that I'm looking for a rich woman in Guiyang, but rather wandering, no fixed travel goals, no established travel routes, just walking aimlessly, as the crowd crowds into the subway, follows the bus through the city, follows the crowd, I don't speak, I just watch different people pass by in the same space with me, I observe their looks, nervous, tired, happy, like reading a book.

Aimlessly, I came to a small black alley, where I saw a woman, slender and graceful, with a fiery figure, charming eyes, and a large white flower of her legs exposed. she

There is no so-called heavy makeup, short black hair messy in the cold wind, delicate facial features, especially the nose, cute and less cool, she leaned against the wall and saw me, took a puff of cigarette, I immediately saw that it was double happiness, eight yuan a pack. She was in the dark, I was in the light, and we looked at each other.

"Little brother, are you here to play?"

"What to play?" My blood boiled in an instant, a most primitive impulse from a man.

"What do you think you can do with someone like me?" She laughed, her voice echoing through the dark alley.

"You really don't understand the amorous feelings, people like me, how you want to play, I can play with you!"

Her voice was gentle and beautiful, as if it could seduce my soul.

I didn't speak, and I could clearly feel that my face was hot.

"Why, don't dare? Still not a man anymore! There was cunning and mockery in her tone.

"I'm afraid of getting sick!"

The woman's laughter stopped abruptly, and I looked at her, a little light reflected in her eyes, and she lowered her head, brought the cigarette to her mouth, took a sharp puff, and threw the remaining half of the cigarette butt to the ground, she lifted her well-proportioned and seductive legs, and trampled the cigarette butt out with the end of her heel, which was ravaged to shreds.

"Since you're afraid, you don't want to leave quickly, I'm really sick, go quickly, go quickly, my mother is going to continue soliciting customers." She looked up and smiled at me. The smile is full of helplessness and sadness, how can there be the initial debauchery and temptation.