Outside the car window, there was a desolate mountain color, and some green-yellow bamboo trees could be seen growing on the mountainside, and the smoke of several houses in the distance was rising into the air. The golden afterglow was shining on the hilltop and halfway up the mountain, and the blue curtains beside the windows were bent and shadowed on the walls of the trains.

The light had gradually dimmed, and the phantoms of the mountains and forests appeared outside the window from time to time, and the black shadows gradually enveloped the whole land. The train has a white light on, and only the "reflection" of the carriage can be seen from the window. The other carriages were overcrowded and noisy, but there were only two people in their room, quiet as another world.

"Do you want to listen to some music?"

"Okay."

He put his phone on the small table and said softly, "When I'm quiet or upset, I like to listen to music." ”

The crisp and melodious sound of the piano permeated the room, and the man picked up the book and continued reading, while Yi'an sat and listened. The faint glow of the incandescent light shone on their faces, and a smooth tune was playing on his phone on a loop.

They leaned against the iron wall of the train, listening quietly and silently, Yi'an suddenly remembered her sister Yihua, the girl who was better than her since she was a child, she was a dazzling star on the stage, and she will always be the enemy of the gray area behind her. In Yi'an's view, Yihua always looks down on herself, obviously her own sister, but she always wears a ponytail and looks arrogant, only in front of her parents will she be coquettish, and when she goes outside, she is arrogant, but there are many boys who like her, and many girls envy her.

Yi'an remembered that when she was in elementary school, she was doing her homework at home, and when she encountered a topic that she couldn't write, she wanted Yihua to teach her, she was careful to please, hoping to get into a relationship with her, Yihua was close to her on the surface, but she didn't teach her the topic, but asked Yi'an to go back to school early tomorrow morning to copy the answers of other classmates.

"If you don't have the teacher's smiling face on your composition, your parents will definitely kick you out of this house."

In this way, the next morning, when the teacher had not yet come, Yi'an took out the homework book that his classmates had put in his schoolbag and copied it, along with the wrong answers.

Of course, the teacher found out, criticized her, and called her mother again, saying that she didn't study well, and would only be clever in private, and even copied the answers that her classmates were so wrong that they were outrageously wrong.

After her mother took her home, her father and I punished her for not eating dinner, while Xie Yihua was enjoying the hairy crabs sent by her father's friend at the table. Yi'an was very envious and angry.

"Give it a go!"

There was a loud shout in the aisle outside the door, and the braised beef-flavored instant noodles then spread through the crack in the door, pulling Yi'an's thoughts back, the song had been broadcast once, and it was being played a second time from the beginning. Yi'an got up and closed the door to the room, and asked reflexively, "What's this piece called?" ”

"Parting, Chopin's."

"That's nice." She said, "What about the book you read that afternoon?" Is it good-looking? ”

"Shusaku Endo's "Deep River", I only watched a third of it."

"Is it pretty? About what? ”

"A story about forgiveness."

"Forgiveness?"

"Yes."

"Do good people forgive bad people?"

"Not really. It is the bad people who forgive themselves. ”

"Why be forgiven? They should be punished for what they have done wrong, and there is no need for forgiveness. The Yi'an Committee was really puzzled, which reminded her of Yihua again. From childhood to adulthood, she has been a shadow in Yi'an's life.

"I don't know this yet, but when I finish reading it, maybe I'll understand."

"Okay."

The conversation ended in a hurry, and Yi'an was tired, but couldn't sleep. She had insomnia that night, the second time she had lost sleep since she took the train. The first time she had insomnia was when she was on the train for the first time, and she couldn't sleep because of curiosity and freshness. And for what reason this time?

Yi'an had insomnia, the second time he had insomnia on the train, and he had no intention of sleeping no matter how he tossed and turned. In fact, she can fly back to Xiamen, but she doesn't want to see her sister too early, even if she is dead. The train is too slow, so that Xie Yi'an can slowly suffer her death.

Yi'an gently pulled the suitcase out from under the bed, and then took out the thick album with great difficulty. The man was already asleep, the lights were out, and she pulled out a small flashlight to shine on the cover of the photo album. She leaned against the wall, put the album on her knees, stared reverently, and then opened it to look through the photos of her sister from childhood to adulthood, as well as the photos of her parents and her, and occasionally a little moved.

Touched by the merciless years.

"Can't you sleep?"

He suddenly said something at this moment, and Yi'an's originally heavy mood was leaked a lot.

"Did I disturb you?"

"No, I have insomnia."

"Oh."

He got up and put on his shoes, opened the door and went to the bathroom.

When he came back, Yi'an was still looking through the photo album, he sat back on the bed, and asked Yi'an with interest: "So hard, still reading so late?"

She smiled, "I'm looking at our family's photo album." ”

"Put on a song." She proposed.

He also seemed to be interested in listening to the song, "I'm afraid of disturbing you." ”

"Mozart's K330 Second Movement." He said, "My favorite piece of music." ”

The melody is quiet, a bit of a lullaby, in short, for a layman like Yi'an, listening to it too much will always cause a lot of sleepiness.

Considering that the night was too quiet, he turned on the sound very small, just small enough for the two of them to hear, and faintly he could hear the snoring of the uncle next door.

In the quiet, Yi'an remembered her sister. My father said that my sister had a criminal case in New York, and that he wanted to go there to find out what was going on. So he went back to Xiamen and went to London after the funeral.

The man looked at her wrinkled and pondered, interrupted, and said, "Do you think I look like a bad person?"

"Good people and bad people are the difference between good and evil. Those who do good deeds are good people, and vice versa are bad people. She replied, and this answer was the correct answer in elementary school Chinese, "Have you ever done anything bad?" ”

"Yes. Many, much more. ”

"Huh?" It's the first time I've heard someone confess themselves so much, even too naked.

But can we guarantee that what good people do will always be good? Is it always good for others?" He asked her.

"This ......," Yi'an said, and confided in him again, "I always thought that my sister was a bad person, and what she did was always bad, but now I feel that I was wrong, she may have done good things, but I didn't see it, I don't know." ”

"Your sister?"

"Yes." "The person I used to hate but didn't know is now away from me, and I suddenly want to talk to her," she said. ”

"Then when you go back to your hometown this time, you can go to her to release your suspicions." He comforted her.

"No, she's dead."

He wanted to speak, but he stopped.

K330 finished,Switched to K488,The quiet melody is still very suitable for the night scene at the moment,Outside the window is a flash of wilderness,I can't see a few stars,The moon is also blocked by the clouds,Can only emit a little yellow soft light in the clouds。

"If your sister is still here, would you like to be friends with her and let go of your past suspicions?"

"I ......"

Yi'an hesitated, she couldn't answer, maybe she still wouldn't forgive, even if she was dead.

"She hurt me in the past, and even if I let go of my old suspicions, it will be difficult to be good friends."

"Then you just haven't forgiven her yet?"

"Sort of."

He sighed, "The personnel are exhausted, and the life is still long." I think a person who knows that his life is short will definitely have an epiphany. I think your sister must want to reconcile with you, and even there is a misunderstanding between you. These secrets, buried by time, make our lives full of regrets. ”

"Is that going to be the case?"

Yi'an saw a bird, it was gray, flapping its wings, and when she opened her eyes again, it was already on a meadow, and she saw two people kissing. She clenched her fists, she was jealous.

Why?

What is she jealous of? Who are you jealous of?

Yi'an remembered the photo in her sister's photo album, which was the last photo she had taken in China, when she had returned from London for a few days and soon went back again, the photo was taken in the courtyard, and in the photo she was thin and her eyes were blank.

The white light was shining, and when I opened my eyes again, it was already a snowy Christmas, and Yi'an was on the street and saw a girl walking alone, although it was daytime, and the shops on the street were closed. Is she shopping? But her hands were empty, she looked very depressed, her hair was messy, and she didn't look like she had combed it.

She squatted in front of a little girl, was she going to buy flowers?

She saw that she had bought flowers, and hugged her with a full embrace, her hair blocking a delicate melon seed face, and only a pair of eyes staring at the road ahead between the gaps in the bouquet.

Is it my sister?

Why am I here? At this time, I should be in high school in China. I don't have a passport, I haven't flown before, how did I get to the UK. Teleportation? It's ridiculous too. How do I get back?

Snow, the snow stopped for a while and then it got heavier.

Where am I? There is a white expanse everywhere, and there are no footprints of life.

Am I going to die? Damn it, isn't it my sister?

Where is this? Why can't I get out? I ran as hard as I could, I ran as hard as I could, why couldn't I escape? Fell. I fell heavily on the snow, my face was buried in the snow and ice, strange, not cold at all, not painful!

My ears heard the sound of the railroad tracks, and I remembered that I was going home to my sister's funeral.

Then I should be on the train.

Yes, trains. So was the scene just a dream?

When he woke up in the morning, it was only six o'clock, Yi'an turned over and prepared to sleep for a while, and when he woke up again, it was only ten o'clock, and he was sleepy. The carriage was already full of talking, and the uncle next door who was snoring last night was fighting the landlord with a mouthful of Northeast slag, and the smell of instant noodles also drifted in through the crack in the door, and she almost vomited.

She went to the toilet, and the bad smell of the toilet made her retch for a while. When she returned, the man she had been chatting with last night was still asleep. Yi'an recalled the scene of last night, he slept later than her. She sat on the bed and looked at the scenery that flashed outside, and in the distance were a few tall buildings, which were probably a small city over there, because there were not many tall buildings. After more than ten minutes, there was a river, not as blue as the sea, but also clear. The sun also came out and shone into the carriage, warm.

He woke up with sweat on his forehead and seemed to have a terrible nightmare. Yi'an asked him, but he didn't answer, he was stunned and poured a glass of cold water from last night, which hurt his stomach again.

Yi'an went to help him refill a cup of hot water, and he put it on his stomach, and his trembling lips slowly calmed.

"Thank you." He said with great gratitude.

"Small." She said politely, "What time did you sleep last night?"

"I don't know." He slowed down and said weakly, "I only slept when it was light." ”

"Do you also suffer from insomnia?"

"Yes." He blew on the water in front of his mouth and took a sip, "It's been more than two years, and I can't sleep all night." ”

"Is it a reason for work? You wouldn't be a programmer, would you? But you don't look like you're polite. ”

"Yes, it's because of work, and city life is always stressful." He put the teacup back on the small table and covered the quilt again, the air conditioner on the train was really cold in the middle of the night, "What about you?" ”

"Me?" Yi'an wanted to prevaricate casually, but remembered that she had confided in him about her sister when she was lonely, so she told the truth, "I think of my sister." ”

Shouldn't good people lie? So is she a good person? She lied, and she almost lied now.

Because of this, isn't she a good person anymore? Is that right?

She was confused.