Last time, I talked about Enling's crackling of Chang Xia.

(a)

Chang Xia is as usual slow to respond to criticism from others, as if there is a thick wall between her heart and the current reality, which shields her from the current discussion of the people around her.

Seeing her invulnerable thick-skinned stupidity, Enling couldn't wait to kick it a few times.

After listening to Enling's excitement, Chang Xia was like a dream as usual, and there was always a hazy and distant look in his eyes, as if he was in the clouds. At the end, the cloud god finally spoke faintly: "Enling, I will wait for that person on the Internet." ”

"I believe that one day, he will come and slowly descend in front of me with colorful auspicious clouds."

When Enling heard this, he was angry and ruined, but he didn't say anything, as if he didn't bother to talk to Chang Xia anymore, and left in a hurry after packing up the few clothes he was going to take when he came back.

The Internet café was filled with smoke, strangers sat down and left, and unfamiliar words fell and floated by. The bustle around me is like raindrops hitting an oil-paper umbrella, and it can't fall into the sight of Chang Xia.

In the evening, Chang Xia returned to the dormitory, it was still raining, and the whole dormitory building was like a haunted house, like the cry of an owl. There are also no lights on the walkway.

She went upstairs and went into the house to turn on the light. Only the light in her room was on, yellow light, like autumn leaves shivering in the cold wind. "Yellow leaf tree in the rain".

The coldness and loneliness condensed into a needle that could be inserted into her heart at any time. She was abandoned by the world.

In the middle of the night, she woke up inexplicably, suddenly opened her eyes, and looked at the dark green blurred shadow of the large wardrobe, her consciousness was like a drifting insect outside the body, and she didn't know where she was?

Slowly falling back to consciousness, one thing suddenly came to mind, remembering that when I was in the Internet café last night, a netizen in Qingdao claimed to be doing business. His head is a man with a beard, giving him a sense of bravery. There was another person, for her imagination, and suddenly felt that the long, narrow and dark dripping heart ventricles seemed to be squeezed into a little winter sun.

(b)

Someone is coming. At the knock on her door, a painful and low, begging voice said, "Natsu, let me in." ”

Regarding Wu Min's arrival, Chang Xia was simply hysterical. She couldn't stand his arrival again and again. has decided to end his past life, but he will not let her go.

Thinking of everything he had experienced, Chang Xia in the house burst into tears. "Hurry up and leave, even if I wander outside, as long as I am mentally at peace, I am willing."

Inside, she crouched behind the door with her feet crossed, not making a sound. The two were at a stalemate all night, she was inside the house, he was outside, like an empty house.

He sang outside the house, and sang in his incomplete sanyin. He wanted her to come out, even if it was to say a word, and he muttered, begged, angry, and he kicked the door with his foot. He stabbed the lock, and he slammed the door so hard that the glass of the door slammed. There is a possibility of breaking at any time.

She hugged herself tightly behind the door, worried, angry, and yet stubbornly silent.

He said, "Xia, let me accompany you!" ”

"Xia, why are you so ruthless, I'm cold outside." He said, "What the hell are you doing, let's start over!" ”

She only pressed her head tightly against her knees, and she was also cold. Afraid of making a noise, she stepped barefoot on the cold tile slabs. She sat behind the door in a daze all night. At dawn, he was gone. The night was like a nightmare.

Early in the morning, she walked to the roadside IC card phone booth and tried to dial the phone number he left on the Internet yesterday. The phone was connected, but the person who answered the phone didn't know what to do, and it looked inexplicable.

Chang Xia put down the phone, and disappointment condensed her into a wooden pillar. This is the real online world, disappearing in the sea of illusion. Her heart was full of sorrow,

"Nope." Chang Xia secretly told himself: "Don't fall." Someone will surely come to see you from afar. ”

"In the middle of a crowd, we will meet suddenly. They ran towards each other in surprise. Yes. I believe that one day he will come, from far away. So now I should be as beautiful as a rose every moment. I'm going to wipe away my tears. ”

Bai Xian, why haven't you shown up yet?

(3) From the intersection, you can see the back of the "chrysanthemum girl" in the Douworm Internet café sitting in front of the computer desk, and her long hair is almost up to her waist.

Chang Xia is trying to walk quietly and not go to the Internet, just like a cat's claw scratching his heart, Chang Xia is quitting the Internet.

The "chrysanthemum" happened to look back and see her. "Chang Xia." She shouted in a crisp voice, "I have a book for you, I must give it to you." Chang Xia had no choice but to pacing over.

"Chrysanthemum Girl" bent down and pulled out a book from a drawer, not big, palm-sized, but thick.

Chang Xia flipped through it, "Desert Sweet Spring", another religious book. Chang Xia didn't want it in his heart, but he was very enthusiastic. In the past, the "chrysanthemum girl" mentioned the church to Chang Xia many times. Chang Xia is always disdainful, she will never use religion to relieve her grief.

"What about attending church, not staying in town with her 'god'. Staying in town is just a consolation. Chang Xia thought to herself, "Chrysanthemum Girl" had already walked to her "god", but she Chang Xia still had to go down.

Seeing Chang Xia's reluctant and strange eyes, "Ju Nu" insisted: "You take it back and take a look, I think you need this book now." ”

At night, when he couldn't sleep, Chang Xia picked up the book,

Suddenly, she read aloud:

"A piece of steel worth five dollars can be sold for ten dollars if it is made into a horseshoe. If you make a steel needle, you can sell it for 350 yuan, and if you make it into a knife, you can sell it for 32,000 yuan.

If it is made into a clockwork, it can be sold for 250,000 yuan.

But how much tempering does a piece of steel need to go through to be worth so much money! It is well known that steel is tempered, forged, burned, and carved, the more valuable it becomes. Hopefully, this metaphor will help us to be silent, quiet, and persevering, and the one who has been tempered the most by suffering is often the one who has achieved the most results. ”

(iv)

At that time, Chang Xia was trapped in a small town in northern Jiangsu, where was Bai Xian?

Picking up the map, she didn't know that there was such a person in this world; He got on the train, and the railroad tracks of his business trip never extended to the town.

Even if they meet on the train, they will miss it; Even if you pass by in the flow of people on the street, you will not leave a trace of each other's memories.

If they had met earlier, when he was building the bridge in Fucheng, he was just a migrant worker at that time, and if they had met at that time, the flower of their love might never have had a chance to bloom.

Later, she often thought, how did the dandelion of my life float to this town? It was just a headland that had accidentally turned out in her life, she had a thousand twists and turns, was it just that life had allowed her to brew the right soil, which was sour and desperate, so that she was feverishly waiting for the love that would come down from heaven?