(a)

On this day, when I came back from the night shift with my tired body, I found that there was no light in the whole single house, it was dark and gloomy, like a hole in the ground, and like a black castle in the Middle Ages.

She opened the door in the dark, pressed the switch in the dark, and did not respond. There was a power outage in the single night, and there was not even a candle.

At that moment, she felt like she couldn't hold it anymore. The loneliness at the moment, I hope there is someone at this moment, standing there to repair the electricity, and she is standing in the warm light.

She had no choice but to go back into the rain and find someone to fix the electricity.

After it was done, it was already midnight. Lying on the bed, the sound of the train tracks crashing against me could be heard in the darkness.

"Where are you?" Chang Xia asked.

Blues remained silent as usual.

"Why are you going?" She had no choice but to ask.

"I'm going to sing." Blue replied this time.

Chang Xia laughed. Riding the train to sing, yes, we're all going to sing.

I woke up from the dream, there was no cell phone, no train, and the ticking of the alarm clock, which was like the sound of a railroad track in the dream.

Chang Xia turned on the light, and it was only four o'clock in the morning. Sit up, lean on the head of the bed, always wake up in the middle of the night, sleep is like a rag, unable to cover the cold body.

"I'm going to sing." Chang Xia remembered what Blue had said to her in her dream. What exactly does this portend. A voice had broken through her subconscious to tell her.

"Yes. I'm going to take the train to sing, I'm going to get out of here. Get out of this oppressive and closed place. Chang Xia made up her mind at this time to rely on her own strength and leave here.

But where is she going? She didn't know either. All she knew was that she would get out of here.

The place was either clear and cold, or the sun was shining brightly on the lake. Where that place is, she's looking for it too.

Chang Xia in the nursing room stared at the place in front of him with empty eyes, and the pen writing the medical record had stopped for some time.

At this moment, a laughing voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and the face of his colleague Xiaozhuang Ghost appeared above his eyes: "Why are you in a daze!" ”

Chang Xia suddenly came to her senses, and her soul came back from thousands of miles away. She didn't go far, her body was still here. She smiled embarrassedly at Xiao Zhuang, lowered her head and continued to write the medical records.

But it didn't take long for colleagues to find out that Chang Xia had fallen into a state of fantasy.

Her pen hung in the air, her eyes raised, as if looking at a piece of the sky outside the window, and the empty eyes did not know where to go.

"Look, look." They pushed each other's bodies, pointing at Chang Xia with their fingers, and pouting. Chang Xia was unaware of all this, she was still out of her body,

A dreamy smile appeared on her lips as she rode the train and sang.

A thought came to her mind, she was going to Jinan, which was Li Qingzhao's hometown, not too far from this town, and most importantly, not far from Blue. Blues is a rainbow with a symbol, and it is a warm dream of leaving the town in the summer.

"I'm coming, Blue" she whispered the name with her eyes shining and a dreamy smile on her lips.

(b)

At the entrance of the hospital, there was no shadow of Liao, Chang Xia stood there alone, staring at the IC card phone booth on the right side of the hospital gate.

She's still going to call. Only call to blue. Although he had repeatedly refused, it was the only figure in her life that appeared on the distant horizon, and it was a beautiful guide to the future.

When she was in despair, she couldn't help but touch the image of her future life with her voice.

She walked to the first booth and it was broken; She switched to a second one, which was still broken, and the microphone hung down to the ground. She walked to the last booth and picked up the microphone, but the voices of a middle-aged woman and a man came from inside.

Chang Xia hung up the phone, thought about it, and picked it up again, but there was nothing else in the microphone except for the phone booth that could automatically play sound in the microphone.

It's weird, picking up the microphone and it's like you're listening to a radio play. Where did this string come from, to perform endless radio dramas for others for free? Do you want to keep waiting? It lasted for almost an hour, and Chang Xia was already waiting for no life.

Finally, there was silence in the microphone. Changxia is already too cold to work.

Dialing the number again, beep busy sound. Does this person named Blue really exist in this world? He didn't want to receive a call from her, but he was her only fantasy to the outside world.

She didn't want to be his girlfriend, but at least, she had a little warmth and hope for the cold winter that led to the outside world. In order to make this call, she has been going on for a morning.

Eventually, the call finally worked. "Hey!" Blue's very indifferent voice, he maybe, has long been overwhelmed.

What does this girl who met on the Internet and has never met yet have anything to do with him in this world? If he wants him to give her pity, give her warm care, and give her hope, how can he afford it in his stingy feelings? All he felt was boredom.

It's cold in the wind, and Chang Xia's hands are frozen. She hung up the phone, hugged herself, and crouched on the ground. Rows and rows of IC dark blue phone booths, under the sky, look like frostbitten moss.

In a cold primeval forest, a hungry little squirrel stumbles among these mossy stones, trying to find spiritual food to feed his stomach. She raised her arms, carefully trying to balance herself, but fell hard again, and fell to the ground, unable to get up.

He's just a warm fantasy when she can't support it, but this is also going to be shattered.

(c)

Shops are closed, and the streets are deserted and empty. During the holidays, everyone else is reunited in their own houses, and who will come to the streets.

She returned to the hut, which had no festive atmosphere, dead ashes, the smell of an ancient cemetery, burying people. I closed the door and walked in the direction of the Internet café.

The "chrysanthemum girl" didn't go to work, and the Internet café Liao Liao and a few people looked like an empty pool.

She came out again, walking alone in the empty streets. The heart was frozen to death. There seems to be no end to the streets. She fled back into the house. The house looked like a tomb.

Night has finally fallen. It was a long night. It's snowing. The snow drifted endlessly in front of you. The snow flies endlessly in my heart.

Snowflakes were falling outside, and there was a girl sitting on the bed with her knees arched and a notebook on her knees. She was lying on her stomach and writing something.

Li Bai's toast invited Mingyue, and the shadow became a trio. And at the moment, all I have is a diary. Blank paper, my only friend. ”

"My diary is destined to be shown to the man who has accompanied me throughout my life, for no matter how late he appears, no matter what time he will come, I will let him share the pain of my soul at this time. I was struggling mentally at the crossroads at this time. Only in this way can I feel that my soul is no longer lonely, and I can have the strength to support me along this painful path. ”

"My future self is on the sidelines, watching the struggles and struggles of this life. Don't fall down. Someone will come to see you from afar. In the middle of nowhere, we will suddenly meet. Running towards each other in surprise"

She sat on the bed and picked up her notebook, like a squirrel curling up and soothing her own tail.

"The decision to walk has left me with no choice but to say goodbye to the past; It was the struggle of the new life that made me hold the wound of peeling and broken bones; The pain of pulling at the branches of the past is the clarity of the ideal, which makes me move forward desperately. ”