(a)

Sure enough, Bai Xian said: "There was a meeting yesterday, and our department has been abolished." ”

Chang Xia's eyes widened in panic, she was unemployed, and he had problems with his work.

They are precarious foraging bugs. Whenever a business oscillates, the first thing to be thrown out is their nameless chess pieces. It was like a strong wind, and a big tree swayed in the wind, and its leaves and weak fruits were shaken to the ground.

Some people left the company. Bai Xian is fortunate not to be laid off, he was shunted to the sales department, transferred to the Anhui market, starting from being a promoter hanging banners, if he doesn't want to, then he can only resign.

In the past, no matter how much Bai Xian went on a business trip, he was also on a business trip in Fujian Province, no matter how long the business trip was, he could come back in half a month, but now, if he has to be sent to unrelated Anhui, he really doesn't know how long it will take to return to Fucheng, and how long Bai Xian can stay there, he himself doesn't know, how can he bring Chang Xia over.

She had come all the way to chase him, but now, she was going to leave her alone, in this blessed city that had nothing to do with her.

The hurricane of the atmosphere blew over, and the wind outside the window roared. They are as small as catkins in the wind, pulled by the air currents, and cannot touch the roots of the trees. Or a piece of dead grass that doesn't know where it will be blown away.

Zhuangzi said that if the wings of the Dapeng hang down the clouds, they can fly thousands of miles with the wind of June. And they, the little finch, land on the elm tree, as long as there is food tomorrow.

They are powerless to control their own destiny. They are like superfluous insects in the social body, crawling here and there in a panic looking for food.

Chang Xia couldn't even think about why she wanted to stay in Fucheng alone. Fate plays tricks on people like this. Their future? Is there a future? Chang Xia cried bitterly. Bai Xian hugged Chang Xia in tears tightly.

The meeting between the two was "accidental" to pull two galloping life trains with its hair-like cilia. Between the lovers, there is always the sound of the parting train speeding away.

Now, Chang Xia wants to say goodbye to Bai Xian again, watching Bai Xian's figure disappear into the crowd of people who got into the car.

She left the station and sleepwalked on the bus. There was already a cool autumn in the sky, and the sun was jumping with the warmth of a feather, and she was still looking out the window in despair.

"Is anyone sitting here?" The visitor asked again and again. She woke up and turned her head, and the strange man looked at the young girl's face in amazement, but there was a sleepwalking look in the sunlight, and she wanted to talk and rest, and her expression was sad.

Chang Xia of Fucheng originally followed Bai Xian, but he was sent here by fate. She was inexplicably left in Fucheng by fate.

"Yanyan is flying, and the pond is feathered. The son of the son is home, sent far away in the wilderness, looking at the Buddha, weeping like rain. ”

(b)

For the two girls Chang Xia and Chunchun, there is only the house left in front of them. The sea, surrounded by pitch-black water, has this isolated island in the middle.

Here Chang Xia is struggling to find a job, and over there in Chunchun, it seems that he is playing games all day long.

When Chang Xia walked to the living room to drink water, the sound of brakes and muttering and thousands of troops fighting was endless. This has long become the norm of Chunchun's life. At night, even all night long, you can hear the roaring thunder and the sound of cars stepping on the door frame, all the way to the dream of Chang Xia.

Chang Xia still remembers the night when she first moved in, Chunchun was wearing short jeans and a small vest, with an earring hanging from one ear, but the other ear was empty, looking playful and cute. It was a girl's most beautiful youth, but she didn't cherish her youth.

"Chang Xia, your call." Chunchun shouted loudly over there, she was finally willing to go offline. Chang Xia quickly grabbed the extension microphone on her desk, and the only sound was to bring down the wandering spirit that was floating above her world.

Over there, Chunchun is dissatisfied, what are you doing! I call for so long every night, and a call is more than an hour, and this phone call is not a love line for the two of you. With that, she picked up a cigarette on the table, and she was afraid to face the empty night sky with her fear.

In fact, at this time, Chang Xia, the words were sandwiched between her ears and neck, and she couldn't help whimpering: "Bai Xian, I'm really afraid of ......" She was afraid that the invisible distance would swallow her, she was afraid of the invisible future, she couldn't walk over, and she had drowned.

In the past, how did she know that there was still poverty under the high-rise buildings in the city, and survival would be like an octagonal fish entangled in people and they could hang people. At that time, living in the system, she thought that as long as she crossed a ditch, she could see the white-collar life that was often seen on TV screens and fashion magazines, but she did not know that behind the life in front of them there was a pile of dark and secluded muddy mountains of existence, on which many young men and women struggled to pull up their right legs, and then pull up their left feet, and staggered forward.

Bai Xian's heart was like a wave washing over the dam, uncomfortable, he remembered that when he was a child, he carried two baskets of wet and heavy rice in the paddy field, and the flat burden was pressed into the skin and flesh on his shoulders, and his immature muscles and bones were almost pressed across, but he gritted his teeth, crossed his arms and held the thick ropes on the baskets on both sides with his hands, and moved forward step by step tremblingly.

Bai Xian pretended to be relaxed and comforted: "What's there, isn't there still me?"

"You see, the long-distance phone bill is so expensive every night, I don't have a job yet, I have to pay rent, and I have to eat for two people,......" The long-distance phone call of two people every night is a luxury for them, and the love hotline, in Chang Xia's opinion, is also heavy and about to break. There's a place for every penny, it's simply not enough.

"Xiao Xia, with me, you don't have to think about these things in life! All right? Grandpa told me that a man should be a mountain. Chang Xia listened, although the cold and anxious knot in his heart was not completely untied, but crying always made people feel smoother.

Firmly and calmly, he said: "Grandpa told me that a man should be a mountain. ”

In those years, he was like a mountain of silent and tolerant commitments. He is the mountain, she is the water. The love that supports each other is in them.

If she didn't have him, and he didn't have her, how small individuals they were. Where will the accidental fragments of the world throw them? A cockroach crawling up in a dirty sewer, a small insect eating the flesh of a bush.

Marriage is usually just a union of fully formed forms to form a new nest. And when they are still young, they have grown together spiritually, like the canopy of lentil seedlings, and the invisible spiritual canopy is erected on top of each other's heads. That's love.

The two of them got together on the Internet, and they supported each other on the phone.