Time flies, it's 2010 in the blink of an eye. As for me, I already have a beautiful and virtuous wife, and I also have a smart and lovely daughter (who is over 5 years old). Time is the cure for all wounds. No matter how much hurt, no matter how much passion, time will make them dissipate, although sometimes they can still stir up a little ripple in the heart. Dreams also become less and less common as time goes by. I thought that the matter with Yun would never follow, but I didn't expect that it seemed to be with her again last year.

It was at the end of August 2009, and I was in Dalian for a national seminar. As for this meeting, I should say that it is not very important. The agenda of the meeting is four days, which is completed in just over a day, and the rest of the time is organized for tours. After dinner on the first day, at about six o'clock, two colleagues asked me to go outside. We headed east from the hotel where we stayed, taking a look at the street scenery along the way and chatting about some of the customs of Dalian. Dalian is indeed a beautiful coastal city in the north of our country, the road in Dalian is very wide and tidy, although the sky is not dark, the lights on both sides of the road are lit up, adding a different kind of style to this beautiful city. Dalian has a good green construction, and the vacant land in the traditional sense has been planted with grass or trees, or transformed into large and small squares. We walked all the way and saw almost no dust. The three of us were in a row, chatting casually as we walked, enjoying the dusk in Dalian to the fullest. I was talking with great interest about the anecdotes of foreign countries, when I suddenly noticed that they were in a trance, and their eyes were looking straight ahead. I was about to question them loudly when one of my colleagues pushed me and whispered to me, "Look, big beauty." What beauty?! Bored. Really, I don't have the habit of looking at beautiful women on the street.

Still, I followed their gaze to see what kind of beauty attracted my two colleagues, who had always been lonely and pretentious. A group of girls walked on the opposite side, and there was a girl in a red cloak in the middle, she was tall, with a slender waist and long hair, and she looked heroic and sassy under the unique sea breeze of Dalian. Her face is extremely handsome, and she can be called pink makeup. Especially the autumn water in the two bays, it makes people feel that the vulgar has disappeared. However, her expression is so **, people can only look up and dare not look directly, she looks like a princess? Like a queen? Like Diana? Like Scarlett? It seems to be or it doesn't, I can't tell, I just feel that her temperament is extremely noble and elegant. Compared to the rest of the crowd, I understood what it means to be overshadowed and what it means to stand out from the crowd. For a moment I seemed stunned, I turned my head slightly, looked straight at her in an impolite way, and walked forward as I watched, and gradually we approached. My colleagues just glanced with their eyes, looked secretly, and suddenly noticed my action, and they couldn't help but be surprised. They looked at each other suspiciously, and one of them actually touched my forehead with his hand. I casually opened his hand, and my eyes did not take off the girl's eyes for a moment. At this time, I vaguely heard a short and fat female companion next to the girl say in Dalian dialect: "Lengzi, a few silver blood biao, southern blood takes silver (paraphrase, not necessarily accurate)." "I didn't understand it, but I knew it wasn't a good thing, as if it was laughing at us.

What's wrong with me? Am I suddenly not exempt from vulgarity, and I am also when I see beautiful girls? Surely not so, because, as soon as I saw her, my sixth sense told me that she was the Dalian girl I had been haunted by - Yun (although I had never met). I stared at her blankly, and she seemed to have stopped talking to her companion and turned her face to look straight at me. I sensed that she was looking at me, not at the colleague next to me. Her gaze was complicated, as if she was a little surprised, a little sad, a little pity, and at most a bewildered and confused. In short, there is an indescribable feeling that echoes between our eyes. We just stared at each other blankly, walking mechanically until we could see the hairs on each other's faces (we had come to the staggered place). Suddenly, her cherry lips opened slightly, and she said in a voice that couldn't be smaller: Welcome to Dalian to play. At this time, I also felt a dry throat and difficulty swallowing, and squeezed out two words with my teeth: thank you. Then, then, we looked at each other and walked over. I didn't look back, and I don't feel like she will look back.

I suddenly remembered Xu Zhimo's "Accidental".

I am a cloud in the sky,

Occasionally projected in the heart of your wave -

You don't need to be surprised, and you don't need to rejoice—

In an instant, all traces were wiped out.

You and I meet on the sea of night,

You have yours, I have mine, direction;

You remember,

It's better that you forget,

The light that shines on each other at this rendezvous!