Explain, at the end of the story, except for the letters, the rest of the search and funeral, there is no record in the senior's notebook, I added it on my own initiative, and I don't blame the senior. Because I think maybe he also wants to have a heartwarming ending.

After writing the story written by the senior, I took out another notebook and wrote a short biography for Lin Wen; If you take into account the fact that you can be declared dead after being missing for several years without finding someone, it can also be called an epitaph. The text is as follows:

Lin Wen, born in about Xinsi, is also a native of Zhuxi in the Central Plains. When he was young, he was naughty and sweet, and the sugar man did not eat enough. It is a little longer, the schoolwork is quite good, and the teacher's praise is endless, and he is also full of praise. When he lost his father at the age of twenty-six, he should go to the provincial capital and see a certain girl, but he refused politely, and then rejected people. So he devoted himself to studying and achieved a small success. and the twenty-seventh year of the real year, gradually understand the desire of the heart, confuse the system of no choice, and worry about the future. Since then, he has not been able to concentrate on his heart, and he has also learned and thought, and before he can tie his hair, he was abandoned by the private school and returned to his hometown. The mother has nothing to say, but she is responsible, and she is the one who saves people's relatives, but that's it. pinned his hopes on the officials of the country, counted the parents of the county and city, waited for a year, and there was no response, and the matter was leaked to his mother. Knowing that there was no place to live, he cried bitterly in front of his father's grave for a long time, left a suicide note, set fire to a forest in the back mountain, or died in the mountain, or ran away, and his life and death are still unknown.

After I finished writing, I looked at my own Lin Wen and couldn't help but smile. Suddenly, I remembered my senior, who is also nineteen years old this year. The senior is talkative, but he never mentions his life experience, and occasionally someone asks, he will be distracted, so no one knows. I only know that his surname is Shen and his name is Bing. His accent doesn't sound like a Sichuanese, but it's strange to say which province he's from.

At that time, I didn't want to dig deeper, but now, I have questions again. So I tried to remember the story when my seniors were telling the story, but it was also vague. I just remember that he seemed to be speaking very calmly and calmly, really like telling someone else's story. But when telling stories, to ordinary people, most of them are very relaxed, but the seniors frowned and kept their voices calm, I don't know if it was because no one listened carefully, or if there was something else.

I wanted to know the answer, and I had my own answer, so in order to verify it, I took out the number that my senior gave me four years ago, and unexpectedly called him, asking him to come to his hometown during winter vacation, and he agreed.

That day, I went alone to the place where I had lived for two years, and when I arrived at the agreed place, my senior had already arrived. His appearance has changed, and I have changed a lot, but I recognized each other at a glance and smiled.

Although we haven't seen each other for a few years, we don't need to be polite, so we went straight to a café and sat down. When I asked him about his current situation, I learned that he is now a freshman at a normal university, and his grades are still very good, and he is the most dazzling one in the class. When he asked me, I didn't know how to answer: now that I am like this, I am really "a teacher and a friend in life and death". I had to vaguely say, it's okay, it's okay. He nodded knowingly, and asked no more.

I returned the notebook to him, and by the way, I showed him the manuscript of the novel, and asked a question I had always wanted to ask: "Senior, why is the notebook so slightly written about Lin Wen's 'carving' and what happened after?" As a result, I can only write like that in my novels, and it looks like it's fake. ”

The senior took the notes and novels without raising his head: "Can you write it?" ”

"I know that, but it's a question of whether the reader can understand it."

He raised his head: "Those who have a heart can understand themselves, and those who have no intention can't wake him up even if they write in detail." ”

I see, I didn't really think of that.

He looked at it carefully for a while, and after turning the last page, without putting down the manuscript, he seemed to ask me a question very calmly:

"How do you say that Lin Wen was born around 2001?"

I knew that he had fallen for it, so I replied with a smile: "Because senior, you should have been born that year." With that, I looked him in the eye and wanted to see the answer he wanted.

He also laughed: "You're such a little elf ghost. He closed the manuscript, put his chin on his hands, looked at me again, and said, "Guo Hui Yi Yao, junior brother." ”

I continued to stare into his eyes, which contained misery, pleasure, sorrow, joy, pain, and hope, the vicissitudes of nineteen years and the frivolity of youth, and the thoroughness and indescribable confusion of seeing everything. I know, I've got the answer.

He continued to look me in the eye, his eyes full of anticipation. But I know that I can't untie this person's knot, and all I can do is help him get rid of his emotions.

So, I took a sip of coffee and put away my smile: "I've seen so much and thought so much, you're Guo Hui Yiyao, senior." As he spoke, he lowered his voice again: "I don't know if your long-cherished wish in life has been fulfilled?" ”

The senior was stunned, but still smiled: "Do you know how to drink?" Ignoring my desperate shake, he called the waiter and ordered a bottle of red wine.

When the wine came, the waiter uncorked it, and as soon as he exited, he filled it up for both of them. I put down my coffee, drank two cups with him, then stopped drinking it and continued to drink coffee. As if he hadn't seen it, another person drank four or five glasses, and at last he seemed to be unable to drink anymore, and put down his glasses.

He took advantage of the wine, and in his usual tone, said the following words:

"My surname is Shen, and my name is not Shen Bing. You're right, I had a so-called 'long-cherished wish', but that was a few years ago. I was still young and full of spirits, and I was only thinking about changing the system of this country, changing the rules of this society, and changing the appearance of this world. I know what to do, and I can only do these things by changing human nature, but I've tried for a long time and nothing has worked. The so-called flame of hope that I really had in my heart was extinguished little by little.

"But you have to think about it a little bit to live, and now, I have a new idea.

"It's a big river and mountain, it's not for us to watch on TV, it's not for us to hear about it, I also want to go for a walk, after all, I haven't been to many places. Roast duck from Quanjude in Beijing, cannabis flower and goubuli from Tianjin, osmanthus duck from Nanjing, pipa-like ham from Jinhua, pork stewed vermicelli from Northeast China, pancake roll with green onions from Shandong, cross-bridge rice noodles from Yunnan, spicy hot pot from Chongqing, ramen from Lanzhou, butter tea from Inner Mongolia, Taihu white shrimp from Suzhou, and rice rolls and boat porridge from Guangzhou...... I haven't tasted any of this yet, and I want to be a traveler and brave enough to taste the life of people in a foreign place. I want my footprints to be laughed with my friends......

"I still want to visit all the world's most famous places, but time doesn't allow it. I'm still young, that's true, but objectively speaking, I'm not too young. Over the years, I have seen a lot of people, I have seen many people who are tired and go home and start cooking and washing clothes, I have seen many people working part-time to earn extra money or working overtime at work in the workplace after vacation, and I have seen many people working until eleven or twelve or even two or three o'clock in the middle of the night in order to live in the big city...... I understand that even if I have money in the future, as long as I have long-term plans, as long as I still think about my future and future generations, I will not be able to do what I want to do......

"I didn't have self-cultivation, I was in a hurry, I was so uncultivated that I thought of myself when I saw others, and I was so anxious that I didn't have to wait until I was an adult to start thinking about these things. What I have seen, and what I have heard, tell me that it is in vain. In fact, there were two voices in my heart, and the other told me to go if I wanted, but I couldn't listen to them after all. I didn't even listen to any of them. I don't know what to do, I just know that it seems to be a matter for the future, as if it has nothing to do with me now, and I don't need to think about it for the time being.

"But Notre-Dame Cathedral in Paris, Venice in Italy, Hawaii and San Francisco in the United States, Kinkaku, Ginkaku, Asakusa and Mt. Fuji in Japan, Thames and Big Eye in London in England, pyramids and mummies in Egypt, picturesque Switzerland, Greece and Argentina, snow-capped mountains and husky Siberia...... I haven't been to any of these places yet, I can't help but think about it, I want to see it. There are many more people who have not been there and who want to go too. But like I said earlier, unless we are lucky enough to be able to live next to a rich family - that's a dream thing. I can't go, and a lot of people can't go either. If you can't go, you can't go......"

He spoke in a mess, as chaotic as my thoughts now. I've never been to most of these places, and I've always wanted to go, but I can't find time. About 99% of the people in the world are the same, and they can't leave many footprints in the great rivers and mountains of the motherland and other countries; Probably only a very small number of people who were born into wealthy families or had no worries were fortunate enough to be able to embark on a journey. Like him, I wanted to be one of those few, but I also knew that I wasn't so lucky. And he said so much, I also understood that not only himself, but he wanted more people to embark on this journey.

By the time I turned my attention back to him, he had started crying, loudly, purely, without concealment, without pretentiousness, like a child. The waitress walked in and opened her mouth to ask, but I motioned for her to be silent, and she went out again, and closed the door with me. I watched him quietly, as he drained the toxins from his body for years, as he went back to the way he used to be, and as he became a student in that small town again.

Wine is not drunk, everyone is drunk, and when he is done crying, he falls asleep. I took another sip of coffee, but it bottomed out again, and I didn't want to refill it. Seeing that he was sleeping soundly, he couldn't bear to wake up, so he took out a small notebook, tore off a piece of paper, and hastily wrote a line:

Senior Shen, there will be a period in the future, and I hope to see you in the future.

After writing, I pressed the note on the table and went out. The waiter waiting at the door came to settle the bill, I paid the money, and asked her to let the man inside sleep and not wake him up. She nodded and agreed. I left the café.

After a two-hour ride, I returned home at nine o'clock in the evening, and my mother had fallen asleep. I didn't want to eat, so I went out to the balcony and looked up at the night sky. The stars and moon in my hometown tonight are no different from my hometown, and I don't have the slightest feeling of "the moon is my hometown".

Shen Bing, Lin Wen, these two people - it should be said that they are one person, probably not special. They or he should be regarded as a typical image of Chinese students, a portrayal of our time. But why is it that no one acknowledges our existence, and almost everyone thinks that Chinese students are what they do in the newspapers and on television? I should have known the answer, but I still don't know why.

Forget it, that's it, that's it for the Chinese. With this in mind, I took out my notebook and changed the original epitaph:

Lin Wen...... Set fire to a forest in the back mountain, self-immolation of it, six out of ten. Alack! In the Pure Land of Bliss, may the deceased rest in peace and the soul be still.

Senior, the world over there is much better than here. I smiled helplessly, closed the notebook, continued to look at the night sky, and unconsciously chanted the poem written by Lin Wen, and now I have named it, also called "The Remains of a Small Town":

The book store is far away from the countryside, and it is strong to send it to the high hall.

Walk around the beautiful trees, and lean on the dangerous wall alone.

Sincerely feel that it is easy to govern the house, and pretend to be busy cutting wheat.

The voice has not been heard for a long time, and he is no longer a young man.