Chen Yuan lit a cigarette, remembered the old days and said, "Because isn't it sung like this in the song, strangers, please give me a cigarette." What's that song called, oh yes, yes, I'll think of you when I say the name of this song, hahahaha.

Chen Yuan knew that he had just drunk too much and started to pull it again, he just couldn't let go of Xiao Xi. The deepest moment he remembers, which he calls his best moment, was when he and Xiao Xi sat face to face at the table on the ferry boat in that city. Xiao Xi holds the rose he gave out for the first time in his hand. In that night, when the city was surrounded by the night breeze and swelled lightly by the waves of the Yellow River, a pot of three bubbles, two people had endless whispers. Chen Yuan said to him: Okay, drink bar.

Chen Yuan came back with the suitcase they used to play, and by the way, he also carried the smell of Xiao Xi's body and all the weight of Xiao Xi who once missed Xiao Xi. I still remember when he came back, he sat in front of the computer and played the gun game that was a smash hit seven or eight years ago.

Chen Yuan asked him, "Why are you suddenly interested in playing games, you have never played games before." ”

He didn't speak, smiled at Chen Yuan, and then turned back to his own battlefield. In Chen Yuan's impression, even if he plays games with others, he never speaks. But when he left Chen Yuan's house, he kept shouting: "On the other side, do you dare to fight on my head in the cow point." ”

Chen Yuan went to look for him that day, and when he entered the door and saw him lying on the bed, Chen Yuan asked, "Have you eaten?"

"No, I don't want to move"

"Don't you still have to learn how to cook?"

"Forget it, I don't know where she is now."

"It's useless for you to give up on yourself, if you're gone, you're gone"

"I've loved her for so long and done so much for her, and she just said go. It's not that you want to take me with you, you have to take me wherever you want, what love, what a vow. ”

"Okay, let's go to the bar and don't talk about it"

It was the fourth day since he returned, and that night, the two who had already lamented that they had run for three years before they entered society called themselves children, and were drunk in a small shop on the street in winter.

"You said if I was nice to her, wouldn't she leave?"

"Fate is predestined, you and her can't control it, okay, don't talk about it, drink a bar"

That night, two people who walked in an S shape sang loudly on the road - wrong love makes people sad, in this world, fate cannot be changed. And the sound that was close to roaring was like a cry on the silent road.

It was snowing heavily, and Chen Yuan was wearing a black suit, trying to let the black umbrella cover him. It was the first time Chen Yuan had seen him so embarrassed. But Chen Yuan didn't care about these anymore. Chen Yuan knelt there like that, facing the tombstone of their love, facing the youth and everything he buried with his own hands. Chen Yuan patted him on the shoulder, he took off the ring on his hand, and gently flicked it with two fingers on that land, the ring spun up, and after a while, it staggered, and finally lost momentum and stopped. Chen Yuan picked up the ring and brought it to the index finger of his left hand. Chen Yuan knew that this was a sacred ritual for him. Chen Yuan knew that he and Xiao Xi had worn the ring on the ring finger of their left hand, although Xiao Xi had only carried it once.

In my life, I will always meet someone who is as sweet as a little pudding, and who can have an extreme desire for it in my heart; You will always meet the person who makes you dream like a small stick of five dimes and a rock sugar gourd worn with yam beans. She is like the sun shining after the autumn rain, like a mountain breeze after a hot day. And that city is the place that will always be waiting for you.

Later, he left. Chen Yuan didn't know where he had gone. He took his suitcase and threw down his square-rimmed glasses. Chen Yuan knew that one day he would leave that city, even if he was alone. After all, Chen Yuan is not a person who will live here forever, but he must be the one who will always love Xiaoxi and be willing to be by her side.

Later, where did he go? Chen Yuan's days are still going on.

"His world is so chaotic, how does it feel like it's all memory fragments?" Mo Li pondered.

Cheng Yang said with a smile: "It's a fragment of memory, but it's all chaotic." ”

The man had been sitting there for a long time. After returning to that city for a while, I didn't like to stay in my own house like before. In the last few days, I frequented Lao Wen with this coffee shop on the corner.

The reason why I always come here instead of choosing to go to the café downstairs of the building is because this coffee shop is opened in a more special place. It doesn't have a big neon sign, just the name of its coffee shop written on the sign at the corner of the street, like a nameplate on the chest of a clerk's assistant, a small sign, but enough to tell people who want to find it where it is and what it does.

On the third floor, the door on the other side of the elevator opened. The man in black was still sitting on a leather couch by the window, and on the index finger of his right hand was a ring that shimmered with a mixture of gold and silver. The man's hair was neat, his forehead was a little grayer, and there was a kind of old age that did not match his age. The man's trouser legs were free of dust, and a pair of Martin boots were covered with a dull yellow color by the dust of the city, which looked quaint and solemn. The man's brows furrowed, staring blankly at Mocha in front of him. The heart-shaped latte art seemed to remind him of something, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if only the boring and old Wen could find it. The tip of the nail has turned yellow, which is the mark of the burning smoke. He, he came to that city, I don't know how long.

"Girl, girl, have you listened to the radio in the city today, the poems shared today are all my favorites"

"Oh? Looks like I missed an interesting issue today, tell me about it."

"Actually, I really want you to hear today's show, because I want to share that favorite poem with you"

"What is it?"

"Girl, I like you"

Half a year later, he came to that city, for that poem, for that person. He traveled to every corner of the city, the streets and alleys, just to meet her, the girl who had made him look haggard. He still remembers that in the last letter, there was only one sentence: Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

He had been to the family building in the letter many times, but he had not found the girl, the girl he was concerned about.

On the day he decided to leave that city, he once again came to the family building in his heart. The family building is not very high-rise, it looks like it was built many years ago, there is a small garden in front of the family building, a bench, and next to the bench is a ginkgo tree that has just grown. The sun is shining and the shade of the ginkgo trees is just enough to wrap up the benches. The man sat on the bench for the last time, and the girl's words were in his ear: I planted a small ginkgo tree downstairs, and when it grows up, I hope to sit on the bench under the tree with you, and wait for the ginkgo biloba leaves to turn yellow little by little and fall on us.