Last time, when it snowed, Chang Xia wrote a diary in the house alone, "My diary is destined to be read by the person who has accompanied me throughout my life." ”

(a)

In the evening, the chrysanthemum girl finally opened the Internet café and let Chang Xia pass. With the lights turned off inside the house, you can see the shadows of snowflakes outside the dark glass door.

Sitting in the dark, neither of them spoke much. Blue didn't appear online, and maybe he's reuniting with his family. The netizens who met the chrysanthemum girl did not come.

In the end, only the two girls were left in the empty Internet café.

The chat between the two was intermittent. "Have you finished reading that book?" "I'm done."

The two of them went back to their previous topic. Chang Xia told her that she wanted to change her fate by herself. She needs a love that supports her out of the town, supporting each other and being warm to each other.

The chrysanthemum girl said that she had found peace in religion, and that the rest of her attachment would belong to religion. "The Lord is omnipotent." She said.

The two of them looked at each other, and Chang Xia felt that there was already a circle between them, one in the circle and one outside the circle.

Chang Xia told the chrysanthemum girl that personal efforts in front of God were actually ridiculous, but as a mortal, he still had to work hard, even if this effort ended in a kind of pathos.

In the end, as they had ever done before, neither of them could convince anyone, neither of them was right or wrong, but they had different understandings of the life process.

At that moment, the two of them sat in the Internet café in silence and melancholy, and the shadows of snowflakes drifted outside the glass window. The snowflakes are drifting to the lonely and sleeping earth, and their lonely life, full of youthful passion and sorrow, seems to have exceeded the limit of their endurance, and the whole world is so silent and melancholy.

(b)

Mr. Prince in the network has been delayed in coming. Chang Xia bought a bunch of books for graduate school entrance examinations in the dormitory. In addition to work, it has been gnawed one after another.

"I can work and prepare for graduate school at the same time. However, when I read like an old monk every day, but my youth is passing away mercilessly, what is the point of such efforts? Chang Xia put his hand on his cheek, thinking hard.

Chang Xia put the back of her right hand to her lips and gently bit the skin on the back of her hand with her lips, which was her habit when she thought, as if someone was contemplating and liked to smoke, she continued to ponder there: "When there is a tired and aging face, will there be love again?" ”

Chang Xia was already very sensitive to the fact that the god of love would only come to knock on the window of a young and delicate woman, and an ugly and old woman would only be ridiculed as a witch with a cobweb in her heart, and Cupid, the god of love, would not be too lazy to shoot this arrow.

Thinking of this, she had no intention of reading in the single room, sighed, put down the book, closed the dormitory door, and walked out into the street in the sun.

There was a lively flow of people around them, and people walking talked to each other, giggled and put their arms on each other's shoulders. Chang Xia, who walks in the crowd, has a lonely and gloomy beauty.

The loneliness of the youth in waiting, the youth falling like the petals of a warm red rose beside her.

Suddenly, she stopped on the side of the street, and in the window of a store, a plastic mannequin was wearing a yellow jacket that shone softly and warmly in the sun.

Chang Xia couldn't help but sting in, grabbed the sleeve of the jacket in his hand, and slowly stroked it.

Slowly circling around the jacket a few more times, "I like to see boys wearing jackets. But where is my love? In this small town of Kitasato, it will never be possible again."

Thinking like this, Chang Xia couldn't help but feel sad, and stopped to stare at the dress silently.

Seeing that a girl was so interested in this men's jacket that she must be planning to buy it for her boyfriend, the middle-aged man shopkeeper paced over with a smile: "Do you want it?" ”

Chang Xia suddenly came to his senses, realized his gaffe, blushed, lowered his head and turned around and hurriedly left. Walking outside the store, I still can't help but look back frequently, the jacket, in the window under the sun, that is the love of love.

(c)

Nighttime. "Who?" Chang Xia is vigilant. "Me". Wu Min replied. Here he is again. It's like a wolf that travels at night.

"You go", but Wu Min outside the house obviously didn't plan to leave. The voice was heard like a wolf guarding the shepherd's tent. Chang Xia knew that he didn't leave, and he didn't leave the dormitory,

Wu Min said, "Do you think that you go to the Internet café every day, chat on the Internet every day, and want to go out, no one else knows! . If it doesn't work, come back, let's get married, this is the last way out. ”

"No, I'm not going to look back, I don't love you. As soon as I left, I never looked back. Chang Xia said in his heart. I'd rather be a babysitter than come back. ”

At dawn, Wu Min finally left again, and there was no sound outside. Finally quiet, Chang Xia fell asleep in a daze.

Chang Xia must act. What is the world like "out there"? Changxia is like the people in the "Peach Blossom Spring", they have to pass through a pass to reach the modern society with high-rise buildings, endless flow of people and cars.

Therefore, she also needs to do one important thing, which is to consult with people who are living "outside". But who are the people she knows "out there"? Blue obviously can't. She remembered that there was a netizen named "Qiushui", and it seemed that she could. She found the cell phone number he had left behind when they had chatted before.

Reminiscing about chatting with "Autumn Water". "Picking lotus in Nantang autumn, lotus flowers are over people's heads." It feels like it's such a crisp autumn day, and in the Internet café in the town, the coughing of friends on the line and the squeaks of asking to join friends are non-stop.

"Hello, can I chat with you?" Every time I hear the sound of QQ going online, Chang Xia still can't help but be excited. Receiving the chatter of the chat message, Chang Xia was in a hurry. It's like receiving a letter from outside the world. Chang Xia kept clicking the mouse with both hands, accepting the flower blue thrown by visitors from outside the world.

A squeak sounded asking to join a friend.

Chang Xia took the time to look at the details of this person, he was not very old, three years younger than her, so he ignored it at all and turned it off. Online chatting is like choosing a candidate for a future husband, and boys younger than her are not favored.

"Hello, can you talk?" The second time it was like that.

Chang Xia thought that this person was really troublesome, why didn't he know how to be interesting! He replied unceremoniously: "I don't like to talk to little boys."

Unexpectedly, this person was greatly shocked and became furious: "I'm not a little boy, I'm a man." ”

Later, the other party sent a sentence: "Has anyone ever said that your name is beautiful!"

"Thank you, a friend helped me get it up. Who is with the degree of Jinse, the moon bridge flower courtyard, the locked window Zhu Hu, only the spring knows the place. ”

"I also like ancient poems, and I still remember Wang Bo's 'Luoxia and the lonely bird fly together, and the autumn water grows together in the sky.'"

"Huh?!" This aroused Chang Xia's interest, "Then what do you do?" ”

"I work in sales at a pharmaceutical company." "Hehe, we're still on the same production line! I am a nurse in a hospital. The sales are exquisite! "Shame!"

Later, the person named "Qiushui" went offline. He is just one of many netizens.

But now you can ask him, probably not as indifferent as blue refused.