Now I'm also desperate, and finally understand that you ran away many years ago, the days without life, and even the past will be covered with dust, not to mention the biting cold of January, don't say the words of comfort, say that it is lonely without a deadline, being alone is not a punishment for yourself, but just untying the shackles of the heart, we have all strayed into the red dust, why not let each other go. ——Zhang Mian "Let Go"

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Finally, he can turn on the radio, listen to old songs, type words and write, this is a thing that can make Zhang Mian happy at the moment, he can escape reality through writing, temporarily forget the waiting of his elderly parents, forget the pain of marriage, and forget the fatigue at work.

He travels back in time and space through computer documents to his teenage years, where he could have infinite hopes and possibilities, he could choose and miss, and most importantly, he was so youthful and had a light of his own.

He is the Zhang Mian who is still studying in Gaojia Village, Fengcheng.

Zhang is the bow long Zhang, and the silence is the silence of silence.

He travels from Zhangjia Village to Gaojia Village every Monday morning and from Gaojia Village to Zhangjia Village every Friday evening, riding a bicycle facing the morning sun and sunset, his long hair fluttering in the wind with the speed of the bicycle

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This is very different from the greasy Zhang Mian in reality, perhaps those who write and read the text have an unconscious act of escaping the world.

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A few days ago, Gao Xiaoya sent a photo to Zhang Mian in WeChat, taken from the passenger cab of the car, the center of the photo is a hotel, two battery cars are parked in front of the hotel, and in front of the hotel is a row of messy wires, and the gray sky above the wires is Xiao Suo.

Zhang Mian recognized it at a glance, it was a street scene in Zhangjia Village, and it was the restaurant owned by his cousin's family, which closed down two years ago.

Zhangjia Village since the construction of Zhangjia Mine 20 years ago, the sky has been gray, the road surface will raise a lot of dust after the vehicle, before the construction of the mine the street is a dirt road, there are many years of plane trees on both sides, now the plane trees have been cut down when the road was expanded, the whole road on both sides of the road without any greening.

In the past two years, with the overall recession of the coal industry, Zhangjiacun has no outsiders, and its development has stagnated.

Thirty meters to the south, turn left and turn the sixth house, which was Zhang Mian's home, and he was in the window of the second floor of the two-story building with glass mosaics on the wall.

"You're back home." Zhang Mian asked in WeChat, when Gao Xiaoya returned to Gaojia Village, Zhangjia Village was the only way.

"Yes, come home and do something."

"When are you leaving, please have dinner with your family."

"I'll leave tomorrow, and I'm going to Shoucheng, and there will be more opportunities to meet in the future."

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"Well, I'll say it in advance next time I come back."

Zhang Mian knows when he will meet Gao Xiaoya next time, maybe he can meet during the Chinese New Year this year, or it may take another twenty years.

Some people can have many entanglements in their lives, and even turn around and face him in a strange city; Some people, once separated, will never meet again in their lives.

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In the few days after the publication of Zhang Mian's poems, he has always felt that it is not too real, a little floating, and he feels that he is already a poet. In the afternoon, when school was out, instead of sitting on the parallel bars in the playground to read, he sat by an abandoned well in the school, and he seemed to feel a poetry from the underground surge by the well where his buttocks touched.

The only thing that hasn't changed in his eyes is Hu Dong, from which it can be concluded that he is definitely not a poetic person.

Many times, he opened the magazine with his poems printed on it, consciously or unconsciously, and stroked his name, which was a joyful satisfaction, like taking a swallow into his arms for the first time.

Zhang Mian was very disappointed with Hu Dong's performance in the past few days, he is a person who loves to preach so much, but he is unusually low-key in the publication of Zhang Mian's poetry, as if he doesn't know that there is such a thing.

Several times at night, Zhang Mian pointed to the scene of the moon cage banana in the small courtyard outside the window, wanted to discuss poetry with Hu Dong, and then took the opportunity to bring the topic to the matter of publishing poetry by himself, Hu Dong either rolled his eyes or pretended not to hear, and the image of the former critic was gone.

The night is light towards the moon.

At night, Zhang Mian walked to Hu Dong who was lying on the bed, first waved his hand a few times in front of his closed eyes, Hu Dong did not react, if he opened his eyes at this time, Zhang Mian immediately continued to fight mosquitoes, and then Zhang Mian pulled the quilt again, Hu Dong did not react, this should really be asleep, if Hu Dong opened his eyes at this stage, Zhang Mian would continue to cover him with the quilt.

There are many times when Zhang Mian is writing a diary or reading a book, Hu Dong will appear behind Zhang Mian silently, this scene is like a scholar reading in a broken temple and a female ghost suddenly appears.

After the two sets of temptations were completed, Zhang Mian could finally put his mind at ease and write a second letter to Yanzi, this letter was written very smoothly, unlike the first letter stumbling, written and crossed and torn, in the letter he said about the publication of his poems, originally wanted to express it tactfully, and finally wrote the published poems word for word in the letter, and at the end of the letter I hope that Yanzi will mail a photo of her when he replies to the letter.

Yanzi can reply to the first letter, and the second letter should also be able to reply, whether it is the reason for Cao Xiaoshan's analysis or not, if she replies and sends a photo of her, wouldn't it be another step forward.

The Gaojiacun post office is exactly a five-minute walk away from Gaojiacun Middle School, which is the first time Zhang Mian sent a letter to count the time, using a pocket watch with a portrait of Chairman Mao given to him by his father.

In the end, this pocket watch was deceived by his eldest sister in the name of keeping it when he graduated from junior high school, during which Zhang Mian asked the eldest sister how many times, all of them prevaricated with a reason not to find it, in fact, just a year ago when the nephew caught the week, this pocket watch also appeared, and the little nephew grabbed the pocket watch and couldn't take it away, hoping that he would grow up to be a person who cherishes life.

Zhang Mian had no doubt that it was a sunset evening, the wind blew on his long flamboyant hair, and the autumn wind rolled on his long hair, he liked that kind of evening, that kind of evening could make him open-minded.

Zhang Mian used to have long flamboyant hair that shone with the brilliance of youth.

When he threw the letter into the blue iron mailbox of the post office, Zhang Yan's depression with nowhere to share was swept away, so that when he saw Hu Dong that night, he gave him a perfect smile from the heart.

It is estimated that Hu Dong has been uncomfortable these days, hoping that Zhang Mian begged him or bought him with money, and he could reluctantly publicize it, but in the past few days, Zhang Mian has not begged him, nor has he taken out the steelworker to buy a bunch of snacks to treat him, and he doesn't know which link has a problem, this matter ended inexplicably in mutual suspicion, which made Hu Dong even more surprised to see Zhang Mian with a spring breeze on his face, and smiled at him.

"You're going to peek into the girls' dorm?"

"Cut, I don't have that hobby."

"Gao Xiaoya confessed to you?"

"What do you think about every day, I've read a book."

Hu Dong lay on the bed with his head in his hands, his brows furrowed, and he thought about the answer he thought was right.

Zhang Mian didn't read a book that night, he has been in the middle of gains and losses in those days, if there is no memory and no disorder, Zhang Mian should be like Zhang Mian now 20 years later, when encountering uncertain things, sit in front of the window, watch the night become thicker and darker little by little, watch the stars fade little by little, let yourself be in a vague consciousness, unless disturbed by the outside world, otherwise it has been in the unconscious state of that side, in this consciousness, Zhang Mian has completed a connection with the universe, In the real world, it is only his essence that sits, and his mind wanders meaninglessly.

During this time, Zhang Mian did not exist, had no self-consciousness, a state that was most pure and close to death.

"It was Liu Yifeng who confessed to you, right?" Hu Dong said something in a half-loud voice, pulling Zhang Mian back to reality.

Zhang Mian turned around, and Hu Dongzheng looked at him with a positive expression.

"In addition to confession, I think youth can have other content." Zhang Mian was stupid by Hu Dong.

"Then you must be peeking into the girls' dormitory."

"Well, you're right."

"Tell me about it."

"Fuck off."

Hu Dong finally turned over and fell asleep satisfied.

Zhang Mian's joy only needs to be shared by someone he loves.

That's enough.

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