He may be a drop of water on someone's balcony, drying clothes.

She may have been a river, or a drop of water in the ocean, and they met in the air by temperature, humidity, and other fortuitous factors.

They turned into a cloud, and they floated around in the vast sky. In the meantime, it may be blown away by a strong wind. Blown away by the wind, they wander and drift in this world.

(a)

In the morning, as she stood on the platform, she suddenly remembered that she only had six thousand dollars in her pocket, which was all her savings for eight years.

This amount of money is really not much for a person who has been in the eighth year class.

All her money over the years has been spent on travel, and she travels to the city once a year, spending all the money she usually saves. The yearning for the city grew so much that she had to act, but her money was getting less and less. At the beginning of the month, there are no more days when you will be paid on time.

She suddenly felt a sense of fear, oh my God, she was going to go out into the unknowable future with what little savings she had, six thousand dollars.

A shiver rose from the soles of her feet, the future was too uncertain. She completely wants to smash her "iron rice bowl".

She reluctantly reassured herself that there would be, and that perhaps by then, she would earn as much money in the city as she had saved for six years. At least, she still has a kind of ambition, doesn't she?

If someone restores history through three-dimensional sound and image, they will definitely see the concrete image of China's social changes in the past ten years.

If you have an airplane looking down from the sky, you will definitely see the process of China's urbanization development in the past ten years, the gathering of cities, and the cobweb-like roads around it. On the country roads, the peasants marched towards the towns, and the villages withered; Crowds of people in small towns are moving densely towards the metropolis. Chang Xia, in her personal fate, unconsciously coincided with the pace of change of the times.

The city, the huge city, the city that gave her endless fantasies. Breaking free from the pipe-like system, she can only survive in the indescribable, endless crowded, noisy, and noisy city.

And the city, too, seems to have a huge welcoming arm open to everyone, doesn't it?

The roads leading to the city were in all directions, and every car seemed to be heading for the city, so all she had to do was buy a ticket and get on the bus with her luggage.

Isn't that so?

Is that it?

How many people in this world have never met their love and met their other half left in this world.

The man did not find the rib he had lost, and the woman did not find the owner of her rib.

All they encounter is a man or a woman who needs to be married, and the daily habits, numbness, and avoidance of having to live together. It's like her wrong feelings in a small town.

She wants a new world to find her life and love.

(b)

The small-town girl went on a coach to sing. Will female Don Quixote fail?

She has been in the shell for so many years, and just because of her dreams, she took it off.

It was overcast again, and there were many cars coming and going, and there were hurrying pedestrians, who were like homing birds in her lonely vision, and the red buses were big birds, and they were speeding down the road without looking back.

The pedestrians were countless birds, and they pounced on her, only she dragged her luggage and had nowhere to go. Looking at a few vague tall buildings, the ownerless wind swept over her head, I want to go home. Looking up into the distance, this was the thought that rose in her heart.

When she stood at the town bus station, where did she think she should go?

This small town in northern Jiangsu belongs to the junction of three provinces. When the car drove out of the town pass, the road in front of you was staggered. Where should she go? Where to go, she didn't know.

At first, I wanted to go to Jinan, because there was blue in the sky above that spirit, but now, blue has disappeared.

That town is a place where three provinces meet, that is, you can go to Anhui, Shandong, and Jiangsu.

Going to Jinan is further north, she grew up in southern Anhui, she is used to seeing the light smoke and flowing water in the south, and she is still a little faintly afraid of the north.

Then go to Nanjing, which is still the capital of this town anyway. She is like this, like a person who doesn't know how to play chess at all, and bets on a chess piece in the chess game of life.

Chang Xia, who dragged a black suitcase, walked into the dilapidated entrance of the small station, looked around in a panic, and got on an Iveco bound for Nanjing.

Chang Xia looked at the people who got into the car with her, some were carrying simple bags, and some were dragging suitcases.

Some of the people who travel with you may be on a business trip, some are traveling to Nanjing to relax, or some are going to Nanjing to buy goods. And she was the only one who seemed to have put the fate of this life on this adventure, she looked at her face reflected in the dark blue window glass, and wanted to smile at herself, but the fear of uncertainty about the future squeezed the expression on her face.

The expression on the face of the girl seen by the companion was solemn, the corners of her mouth were pursed stiffly, and there seemed to be a fear in the depths of her eyes, which made her squint her eyes slightly, and stared thoughtfully ahead.

The future in front of her is like a black hole that she can't explore, the closer she gets to Nanjing, the slight rustle of the wheels rubbing against the ground is like countless sharp needles piercing the body, and like a thick rolling pin rubbing the heart, the heart is like a thin piece of paper shaking under the round stick of the rolling pin.

The people on the side of the road only saw another car speeding by, the bright red silk scarf behind the window and the girl's blurred face flashing like a gust of wind.

(c)

Chang Xia stood at the door of the newspaper office with her luggage in a panic, and no one noticed her.

Chang Xia later described the scene to Enling, she saw that the ceiling was pressed down, and the whole large office was divided into small rooms in flaxen gray, and the people working in the lattice room could only see the people next door when they stood up, and the innermost cubicle seemed to be sucked up to the ceiling by the shadow of the dim white lamp.

It was exactly what she had seen on television, and she was now walking towards the screen, which stirred up a novelty in her psyche that made her forget her fear for a while.

She pushed her to pull her suitcase and walk straight inside, and walked to a man in a black suit who was reading a newspaper: "It's you!" The man looked up, slightly stunned, but quickly understood, and immediately stood up, with a greeting smile on his face, "It's me!" That's a literary friend of "Chrysanthemum Girl".

When he stood up, the man was so tall that he seemed to be about to break through the ceiling.

The tall man made his way to the top of the ceiling to the editor-in-chief's office. The editor-in-chief looked at the girl in front of him, a black middle coat, long hair shawl, a red silk scarf tied on his chest, reflecting porcelain white skin, the small jasper in the greenhouse, as if she was weak, her expression was demure and a little shy, and the upright black suitcase next to her seemed to be a footnote to her distress.

The editor-in-chief looked down at her resume, then looked up and said, "Isn't the nurse job quite stable for a girl?" And in such a big group, why come out? When I came out, there was nothing! ”

Chang Xia said I know. The editor-in-chief turned to the tall man and said that the article was very well written, and he could be a journalist in the future. However, at the moment, only proofreading is lacking people! Let's let someone take her first!

The tall man handed Chang Xia over to a girl who was doing proofreading, and he had completed his transfer task.

The meager income of proofreading can only be obtained when you read the manuscript alone. Chang Xia didn't know when he would be able to read the manuscript alone. Thinking about the little money in his pocket, the words in the newspaper jumped around in front of him.

This is the scene of Chang Quixote's first morning in Nanjing.