(a)

This kind of girl first gives her spiritual world, and then she gives her body. If her body was taken away, even if it was just once, and she was forgotten for a one-night stand, her spiritual world would collapse.

Life can sometimes be played, but she is not a suitable object to play, especially when a girl plans to quit her job and come to you with a suitcase, he feels too heavy to carry the fate of a girl's life.

"Thankfully, I'm not a bad man yet." He thought.

Actually, this is mostly true. If you just chat a few words online, you will have to bear the fate of a girl's life, which is too heavy.

What if you have heard each other's voices, what if you have seen each other's photos, it is just a little movie that everyone has shown themselves. As soon as the lights come on in the cinema, the slide shows that end everything on the big screen.

They just met on the Internet, how can duckweed take root?

The avatar of "bluesong" is still dark, and bluesong has not appeared online for many days. I wrote to the past, but there was no reply; When I called, it was either busy, or no one answered. Chang Xia closed QQ.

"I'm so useless that I want to use the Internet to save myself." Chang Xia sat in the Internet café, his heart full of frenzied pain and deep self-blame. The lonely and thin figure looked lonely and pitiful.

It's raining lightly outside, "Let's go!" "Chrysanthemum Girl" said, catching a glimpse of Chang Xia's sad look and dejected face.

Chang Xia didn't go out for a few days as she said, and the "chrysanthemum girl" suddenly understood in her heart, and it was inconvenient to ask again. I just feel that Chang Xia has a little pity.

People who have been online for a long time, and people who have too many fantasies on the Internet, have such pain, and they are like death and death in love.

"Zhibi Nanshan, the words are picked, the gentleman has not been seen, and the worries are embellished."

"Zhibi Nanshan, words are beautiful. I am sad that I have not seen a gentleman. ”

(b)

"Bai Xian, why don't you come yet? Not here yet?

Has she called out many times?

She must have called, in the vast wilderness where her heart meets.

It is in a world that is invisible to the naked eye, where the mind is connected like a mountain and a mountain.

It must have been the wind blowing the firewood from the top of the mountain, and this pile of bushes was far away from another pile of bushes, and a dandelion spread out and drifted to another peak.

And so, he heard, and his heart's ear heard.

Crossing countless railroad tracks, passing countless city houses, countless traffic crowds, he heard it in that city thousands of miles away, although he didn't know who the voice that called him was?

Bai Xian is a poor child. In fact, before the age of ten, the family was still well-off.

His father used to be a man of three miles and seven towns, and since he was a child, he witnessed his father's bold marriage, but his father was a man who did not keep his family wealth. The disaster originated from a triangular debt, and the father took a sum of goods from the previous family and shipped it to the next family, without taking a penny from the family. The next family fled, and the upper family sued him, and his father was imprisoned in a detention center.

In that era, what kind of huge amount of money was hundreds of thousands? You can check the historical data, the egg is five cents a piece, and the salary of a town cadre is only fifty-six yuan a month.

All the valuable things in the house were removed, and the house was surrounded by walls.

When he was young, he followed his mother to borrow money and raise money to redeem his father, and he suffered a lot of cold words.

When my father came out, he collapsed and fell over, and bottles and cans———— medicine bottles and wine bottles were piled up in the backyard. But the rice jar is often empty. Every year, I can't make ends meet, and I can't eat enough. The situation at home has reached the point where I often go to the neighborhood to borrow rice and oil.

In order to earn money, children in their teens go to work in mines near their homes during the holidays. Like an adult, in a noisy construction site, pick up stones and mix sand.

One night, the lights were already on the construction site, and a truck came with a bang, the driver opened the door, and there was silence everywhere, only a teenage boy in tattered clothes was still on the construction site, and he asked the boy if he would like to unload the truck of cement overnight, and the salary was more than ten yuan a night.

The boy was happy that he could make money because of the accident. But when he carried the first bag on his shoulder, he staggered and almost fell to the ground, a bag of cement, more than 100 pounds, his immature shoulders. Step by step. Until the wee hours of the morning, the lights on the construction site lit up like a ghost, illuminating the scene in front of them.

The child, slumped on the ground gasping for breath, his hair, his clothes, were covered with sand and cement, he was like a deformed unnamed monster crawling out of a cement pit.

Later, he was admitted to the technical secondary school. Like Chang Xia, in those days, poor and high-achieving children would go to secondary school instead of high school. If you choose to go to high school, the outcome is undecided. After graduating from secondary school, the country will have an "iron rice bowl" job arrangement for them, which is a great hope for these families.

(c)

Unfortunately, when he graduated, the school withheld his graduation certificate and asked his family to make up all the tuition arrears for three years, but his father, who was in foreign debt, had no money! His diploma has remained in the school's archives. In retrospect, it's all a shame.

After studying for three years, he didn't get his graduation certificate, and the school wouldn't recommend him a job, so he returned to the village where he was born empty-handed.

Only childhood friends who graduated from junior high school came to him, there is a place to build a bridge, ask for people, go?

Go. He can only go to work as a migrant worker.

There are no villages nearby, let alone an ethereal city. There were rusty nails on the wooden planks everywhere on the site. Sometimes when a person accidentally steps on a nail, the person jumps up, and the shoe is still poked with a hole, and blood flows out. There were no vaccinations and, strangely, no tetanus. After half a day's rest, I will continue to work. Because to make money.

The young boy, dressed in shabby clothes, had a dull white gray powder in his hair and clothes, and he could no longer see his original color. There was black dirt in the fingers, and there was a dried cement paddle in the hair bush, which glued the hair together, making the hair like a mess of grass, east and west, covered in sour sweat. If he gets on the city bus like this, the people on the bus will definitely cover their noses and avoid them for fear of getting dirty. It is what we usually call "migrant worker brothers".

But in the year of Chang Xia, it was almost the last train for the national package allocation for college and secondary school students. And Bai Xian, who is a few years younger than her, happened to miss the last train. Therefore, this pair of lovers, who are thousands of miles apart, have different life trajectories in the early stage, thousands of reincarnations, and later meet.