Yinglong passed by a movie theater and was showing "Titanic".

The movie was a smash hit, and the media did a lot of publicity. The film looks very attractive, and many handsome guys and beauties buy tickets in pairs.

The protagonist Leonardo's Jack and Kate's Ruth recreate a shocking love story.

Yinglong was very interested, of course he wanted to see it, but he wouldn't invite Emin to go with him.

Maybe Ai Ming and Qiu Mei are sitting in the corner of the theater wiping their tears and watching a blockbuster.

Besides, isn't it a bit boring for two big men to sit together and watch a movie?

So Yinglong walked home step by step.

He rented a small house in Lake City, just two blocks away.

This area is not very busy, it is an old residential area, and the houses are relatively old, so the rent is very cheap.

The house looks like it has been renovated and is ready to be rented out to single clients.

Yinglong asked the agent for a long time before he took a fancy to this small house, of course, the rent and the landlord bargained for more than half an hour before negotiating, until the handshake and peace, Yinglong couldn't help but wipe a handful of sweat.

It doesn't matter if the house is old, as long as you rest and don't be disturbed.

Fortunately, the original tenant had only moved out for a few days, and Yinglong was lucky to be rented by him, otherwise it would be more difficult to find the same house.

So Yinglong decided to move out of the unit's dormitory.

His luggage was simple and packed with little effort.

Before moving into the rental house, he cleaned the house thoroughly before moving in.

The glass in the room seemed to be completely unwipeable, and it looked a little blurry. It turned out that the walls painted with white paint were some yellow and black, and there were some water-stained marks in the corners, and some were mottled and staggered.

The living conditions are not too good, but the rent is cheap, as long as the people are not disturbed, Yinglong is not very demanding, after doing the hygiene, before going out, spray some insecticides indoors to remove those annoying mosquitoes.

Then he went back to the dormitory, picked up his luggage, and took a taxi to deliver it to his accommodation.

After moving in, Yinglong's world is much quieter, he now flies alone, he doesn't even have to worry about other things, even when he lives in college, he is not so free.

Nowadays, almost no one grabs toilets and faucets with him, and there is no need to listen to annoying snoring while sleeping; As for what time the lights go out, no one will interfere, so to speak, I am in charge of my world.

In a person's world, he can be allowed to soar.

In order to celebrate his move, Yinglong deliberately spent dozens of yuan in the boutique to buy a landscape decorative painting.

The landscape painting is equipped with a mirror frame on the outside, and the inside is an antique oil painting with a three-dimensional effect.

There is a tree-lined path lined with a row of thick, straight ginkgo trees. The trees are covered with golden leaves, and the ground is covered with thick fallen flowers.

Between the trees there are rows of antique benches with occasional rests.

The path stretches forward until it reaches the end of the eye.

The picture makes full use of the visual experience, making people play with the charming colors and the poetic sense that shakes the heart.

Although you rarely see passers-by on the tree-lined paths, you feel the urge to stroll into the painting and take a stroll.

Yinglong hung the frame on the empty wall of the house, and he looked at the path in the painting from time to time, maybe when he could walk in the sunshine with a wishful partner and watch the sunset.

In the end, Yinglong couldn't help but buy a movie ticket for "Titanic", although he was the only one, but this was the last one or two, but there were still many people watching the movie.

He asked for a place in the corner, which was not very noticeable, because he was just a person, but the view here was not very good, but it was nothing, as long as he could sit quietly and watch the movie.

The film is very long, about a few hours.

When Yinglong saw that Jack had left the raft for Ruth to survive, and Jack was gradually frozen and sunk to the bottom of the sea by the icy waters, the hopeless hands seemed to say goodbye to Ruth, and as if they were praying to heaven to bless Ruth to survive.

At this time, under the playing of background music, many people secretly wiped their tears.

Even Yinglong, who has always been cold, couldn't help but have moist eyes, and a sense of sadness came to his heart.

A cruise ship that will never reach the shore sinks to the bottom of the sea carrying the love affair of a pair of infatuated men and women.

Yinglong didn't know what to say, and he felt like he was on a cruise ship that couldn't reach the other side, and he thought he could reach his destination, but now it was a solo trip.

There is no amazing love affair, but there is the other side that can never be reached.

Now that Ai Ming and Qiu Mei have embarked on a double journey and are swimming in love in the world, it can be said that they are like-minded, support each other, and have a common goal in life, as long as they are unswerving.

And Yinglong is a single flying goose, although he is free, but he also has unspeakable pain.

"Titanic" shook Yinglong, and he remembered the melody of "My Heart is Eternal" much later.

The melody of resentment sings about Jack's unfinished love affair with Ruth. Gathering and scattering is not the eternal theme of infatuated men and women.

Yinglong thought that his fate with Shiwei seemed to have come to an end.

When he looked back at the fragments of his memories alone at the head of the bed, he also sentimentally remembered Shiwei's face, just like the perspective of Jack when he sank to the bottom of the sea, helplessly looking at Shiwei whose eyes gradually became blurred.

Helpless hands tried to grasp the person in their eyes, but they could only drift away, and finally sank into silence.

Maybe this is the end of fate, destined to only drift away.

When Yinglong is lonely, he will grab a novel and flip through it, until his eyes are sour, and he simply spreads the book and covers his face to sleep.

The pungent smell of ink on the book made his nose itch, and he spat out a few puffs of turbidity, so he simply threw the novel aside and fell asleep on his side.

A lot of love is like the "heart of the ocean" that sleeps at the bottom of the sea, not seeing the light of day and being buried by mud and sand.

The love at the end of fate can only sleep in the depths of memory, gradually covered by the quicksand of time.

Yinglong doesn't know if Shiwei on the side of the world has already buried him in the dust in the depths of memory, and Shiwei, who has no news, has no way to know where Yinglong lives now.

Perhaps Yinglong's voice and smile have long become the fallen leaves in Shi Wei's memories.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

Shiwei had already watched "Titanic" in the days of solo flight, and the love cruise ship that could not reach the other side may have to sleep at the bottom of the sea until it is discovered one day to see the light of day.

Even if watching a movie that makes people cry can temporarily awaken their memories, the long distance is destined to be a wordless ending.

When fate is over, memories fade.

Yinglong no longer holds out the faint hope, and he guesses that the chances of seeing Shiwei in the future are very slim.

If I did see her one day, what would she be like? Maybe she has already married someone else's bride.

Yinglong could only watch, stretched out a hopeless hand in his heart, and gradually drifted away and finally gave up.

Thinking of this, Yinglong threw the novel on the pillow to the end of the bed, got up from the bed and walked to the window to look at the lights outside.

The view here is not very good, not far away is the opposite upstairs windows, the house is lit with lights, I don't know who lives in it, what kind of life is lived, and what kind of story happens under the light.

Yinglong picked up the cup and took a sip of cold water, and his mood slowly calmed down.

My parents who are far away in Bincheng don't know what to do now, maybe it would be better to have my brother by my side to take care of them.

The elder brother Yinghong got married a few years ago and had a boy by his side.

Father Yingnan and mother Milan helped to take care of the children, adding some family fun.

Yinghong and her sister-in-law are usually busy with work and don't have much time to take care of their son, so their mother took on this responsibility.

In his free time, his father, Yingnan, would take his grandson to the streets to play and enjoy the fun of teasing his grandson.

Yinglong has seen his little nephew, who is very smart and cute. When he was at home, he would also hug his little nephew and tease him until he smiled and called "uncle".

Yinglong also thought that if he had such a lovely child in the future, it would not be in vain to come to the world.

The child's innocence and cuteness are like a little angel.

In the oil paintings of some great masters in the West, aren't they depicting cherubs with a pair of wings? Those lively and lovely angel images made him unforgettable.

Even Cupid, who shoots the arrow of Eros, looks like a cute little boy, which makes people wonder whether Cupid is the angel who shoots the arrow of Eros or the crystallization of love.

Yinglong knew that there was another kind of angel, and that was a fairy in a white gauze dress.

They send a message of love to the world, so that the man in the red dust will inevitably fall in love with them.

What does it mean if such an angel appeared in a dream?

Yinglong guessed that perhaps this was a summoning to awaken the long-dormant mind and call for the emotional consciousness that had been sleeping at the bottom of the sea.

Maybe then a vine will sprout in the bottom of my heart until it branches out.

Yinglong returned to the table and placed the teacup on the countertop.

He picked up a pen and tried to write something on paper, but he couldn't write a complete sentence.

He had to draw random messy lines on the paper.

At this time, even a thousand words cannot be expressed in a single word.

In the end, he simply drew a small bird flying in the air, spreading its lonely wings and flying aimlessly. It's a solitary goose struggling to move forward in the air.

Yinglong finally put down the pen and looked at the geese on the paper with a sympathetic look in his eyes.

I didn't expect the thing to be drawn turned out to be singular, a bird flying alone.

But who should sympathize with whom?

Yinglong painted an eye for the wild goose, but the technique was not very good, the eye was actually drawn a little slanted, and it seemed that the wild goose was squinting at him there, and the corners of his mouth actually had a hint of mockery.

The more Yinglong looked at it, the more it was not a taste, but he didn't expect people to be unlucky, and even drank cold boiled water and stuffed his teeth.

I drew a little bird, and I started laughing at me.

So Yinglong twisted the paper, crumpled it into a ball, threw it at the corner of the table, and then strode onto the bed and began to sleep.

Maybe Yinglong thinks that when he is asleep, he will meet the spider who dreams and bring him good news that he has not seen for a long time.