The days went by day by day.

My life has become much warmer because of the arrival of the Korean girl.

My obedient girl and I began to wander the streets and alleys of Beijing, touching and touching the city with our hearts, calmly watching the people who came and went and the feelings gathered and scattered. Many times, I was writing the book "Let Love Move Beijing", and I obediently held her laptop all day long, carrying her professional SLR on my back, capturing and recording the passionate moments and difficult scenery she encountered; Sometimes, I would go to the place where I lived obediently, and sprinkle wild wildness in her abandoned palace for a time or two; Occasionally, Obedient would come to my temporary place and sort out some text I couldn't read and some photos I could read on her laptop.

I've found that I love to watch TV, especially those emotional films. However, every time she nears the end, she changes channels without exception.

"You don't like to see the ending?" I asked tentatively.

"Yes," said obediently and seriously, "I never look at the ending, neither in life nor in feelings. ”

"Has it always been like this?" I asked.

"Actually, I used to love to watch the endings of stories," she said quietly, "and I wanted all stories to end perfectly and make people happy." But I found that a lot of things in this world don't end perfectly, which is somewhat regrettable, so I don't want to see the ending of the story anymore. ”

"Have you been stimulated by anything?" I asked with a smile.

Obediently looking away from my face, she began to look at the scenery outside the window.

I don't know what kind of emotional entanglements she has experienced in her obedient life, which makes her see her feelings and life so transparently and unusually, and even has some taste of seeing through the red dust. But I can think of many things in her life that I will never know, just like the things in my life that no one else can ever know, but which made me see through the big and small things of life.

Perhaps, our souls are really connected, so we choose the never-ending wandering and loneliness along the way. Perhaps, the life of drifting around is the most suitable for those who have wounds, as obediently said to me one night:

"A lot of things, at the beginning are beautiful and attractive, but after the passing, there will be an inexplicable loss and boredom, the scenery is like this, and the feelings are the same. Perhaps, only those who can't see the end are the happiest. Love and words all depend on fate, no matter where fate comes or goes, it should follow fate. ”

Gains and losses follow fate. Go with the bad and follow the fate. Gather and scatter with fate. Love and hate.

Experiencing and appreciating the beauty in life may be the source of happiness in life! That's what I feel the most when I get along with my good guys.

The time I have known her has been getting longer and longer, and I have gradually found that the time I have been with her is getting shorter and shorter.

On this day, I was bored sitting in front of my computer and thinking.

Suddenly, I remembered that it had been a long time since I had been obedient, so I curiously went to her blog and found that she hadn't updated the content in it for a long time.

I was bored looking through her old photos in my obedient blog.

At this moment, the mobile phone rang suddenly.

When I looked at the caller ID, it turned out to be a good phone number that had disappeared for many days.

"It's amazing," I said happily to my girl, "I was thinking about you, and you called me!" What have you been up to lately? ”

"The magazine with your story is out," said obediently excitedly, "and I have a new friend, a painter with a lot of personality!" ”

"No wonder you've disappeared these days," I said, with an inexplicable sourness in my heart, but I still didn't let my tone show that loss, "So you know a painter!" ”

"Would you like to get acquainted?" Obediently asked excitedly on the other end of the phone.

"Not interested," I said coldly, "in this part of Beijing, painters, writers, calligraphers, and all other messy guys are swept away!" ”

"What's a dustpan?" Asked obediently.

"It's that shovel-like tool for garbage!" I said viciously.

"Are you free now?" Obediently asked softly, "How can I get that magazine to you?" ”

Suddenly, I found that I had lost all interest in the Korean magazine that had my photos and stories. For the obedient who no longer knows how to give the magazine to me, I really have an inexplicable sadness in my heart. However, I decided to meet her anyway, at the place she had agreed upon, the World Park in Dabaotai, Fengtai District.

I went to World Park with mixed feelings.

At the gate of the park, I saw the good girl at a glance.

Obediently is still the same as before, full of playfulness and willfulness, with some irresistible wildness and sexiness. But what makes people feel that there is a man with long hair and a stubble beard next to her, and it seems that he is the painter she mentioned.

Under the obedient introduction, I shook hands with the old man against my will, and smiled.

He smiled sweetly, then took out a magazine from his bag and handed it to me. I took it and looked at it, and it was all messy in Korean. I flipped through the pages, and finally saw a photo of myself on the roof of a private house, and a large pile of messy text around the photo. As for what was written on it, whether it was derogatory or praised, I didn't understand it at all, and I didn't think to understand it.

"World Park, a day trip around the world?" He smiled obediently, "If that's the case, what's the point of living?" ”

"You're wrong," I don't know why I retorted to her, "there are a lot of people who don't live as unreliable as you and me!" They may not be able to live without the place where they live for the rest of their lives, and a visit to Beijing or a trip to the World Park is even their lifelong dream! ”

"Are you just talking back?" Obediently looked at me strangely and puzzled.

I wondered if I needed to explain it to her.

The three of us just unwittily began to wander around the park.

I came here more than two years ago, when I was with Ye Qian, and I was in a happy mood during the tour. Now, I find that the same place gives me a different mood. I finally realized that although the scenery was beautiful, I had long since lost the mood to see it.

"I want to go back!" While passing by "St. Peter's Basilica", I finally said to the obedient with some exhaustion.

"Back now?" Obediently asked in surprise, "Don't you want to watch the evening performance?" ”

"I want to see," I said, yawning exaggeratedly, "but I haven't closed my eyes for eight days and eight nights, and I'm too tired to rush the manuscript!" ”

"Then you can go back and have a good rest!" I looked at me with strange eyes.

I'm not you, and you can't see my heart, just as you're not me, and I can't see your heart. At the same time, I saw the smug look of the artist-like man with a stubble beard. I know, I'm really tired, about the scenery, about feelings, about beautiful women, and even about the words that I have always been unable to let go.

I think being obedient is happy and joyful, because she never looks at the ending.

And I, on the other hand, am a person who likes to see the end.

I was a little lost and got on the bus.

The moment the car door closed, I suddenly remembered that the magazine that had been given to me had been forgotten where I had just sit. But I didn't want to take it, because I couldn't read the text at all, because it was already a "landscape" in the past. In the eyes of me and my obedient people, this "scenery" has already drifted away with the wind with the gloomy reality.

"The wind passes through the bamboo, and the bamboo does not leave a sound when the wind passes; The geese go to the cold pool, and the geese go to the pool without taking a photo. I said to myself in the crowded bus, "Therefore, the gentleman comes and the heart appears, and the heart goes and the heart is empty." ”

After walking through one landscape, there may be another scenery waiting for you.

After passing a relationship, there may be another relationship waiting for you.

Love is the scenery of life.

When love comes, greet and bear it openly.

When love goes, say goodbye cleanly, leaving no dregs.