If I'm not mistaken, I haven't been to Bengbu for almost ten years.

During this period, there were countless opportunities and ideas, but they did not make the trip, and I always had regrets in my heart.

At 9:30 this morning, the moment he set off in a friend's car, Zhang Mian was really sure that he really went to Bengbu this time.

In this description from the beginning to the end, Zhang Mian wanted to write lyrically, writing about the sun shining on the car window, the water vapor steaming at the fingertips, the sky was blue, there were eagles hovering in the sky, and there was her shadow flashing in the air......

This kind of racking his brains seems to improve the literary and artistic atmosphere of his diary, in fact, Zhang Mian thought about it, or reconciled with himself, it is better to be sincere.

After all, this is just a diary, and many years later, Zhang Mian still wants to find his true self from the words.

The description of the scenery can be borrowed from Fu Shuai's WeChat: "Look at the picturesque scenery here, I wanted to chant poems and give them to the world, but I have no culture, so I can only lie in the groove and be beautiful." ”

The real fact is that when Zhang Mian and his friends had a conversation without a match, Zhang Mian was drowsy from the heater, and could only try to look out the window to divert his attention, and there were only bare roads and hibiscus languishing in the cold wind under the miserable white sunlight outside the car window.

In the end, Zhang Mian still did not resist the sleepiness and fell asleep, and when he woke up, he happened to arrive at a T-junction, and in front of him was the slogan "Welcome to beautiful Bengbu".

That's right, it's the place.

Along the way, I am only familiar with a building called Bengbu Flower Drum Lamp, which was there ten years ago, and it was very magnificent at that time, and now there are many high-rise buildings, and it seems a little small.

Soon I arrived at the project department of my friend's company, sat down and drank a cup of tea, and rushed to a restaurant by Longzi Lake.

Zhang Mian's second sister and her family live in a community not far from Longzi Lake in Bengbu. Yesterday, Zhang Mian said in WeChat that he wanted to come to see them.

The second sister said that it was unnecessary, it was so cold.

Zhang Mian said that he missed them, and he also missed Bengbu.

The second sister no longer insisted.

In the box near the lake on the second floor, Zhang Mian waited for his sister and brother-in-law, but his nephew did not come, the little fat man who was not very close to Zhang Mian since he was a child.

After sitting down, the friends and husband were very enthusiastic, ordered a lot of dishes, and ate a good meal.

It was already more than one o'clock in the afternoon after eating, Zhang Mian did not go to his sister's house, and hurried back after saying goodbye to his sister's family at the door of the hotel.

My sister is a little fatter than last time, not only has Zhang Mian become a greasy uncle, but even her sister, who is two years old, has become a middle-aged woman.

It was a three-hour drive back and forth, and I spent two hours in Bengbu.

In fact, it is still very worthwhile, next time I go to Bengbu, the starting point of time should be counted from today.

Ten years ago, Zhang Mian was still a teenager, and every time he went to school in Lanzhou, he had to take the T118 train from Bengbu Station to Lanzhou, a 20-hour drive.

The second sister will buy tickets and snacks for Zhang Mian and send them to Zhang Mian who is waiting at the train station, and after the second sister leaves, Zhang Mian will sit on the railway station square and look at the crowd coming and going.

Every time he got on the train, Zhang Mian was extremely looking forward to a girl next to him and on the opposite side to meet on a journey.

Within four years, several aunts and uncles became sad memories of his journey, didn't they all get married on the train in the story, left each other QQ numbers, and then started a beautiful love.

When everything goes into Zhang Mian's hands, it is a supplementary version of another kind of sadness.

Bengbu is a city that Zhang Mian can't skip in his memory, where a city called Lanzhou is connected.

The distance between Bengbu and Lanzhou is the distance between Longzi Lake and the Yellow River.

Bengbu is also the city where Zhang Mian's second sister lives, and her brother-in-law is from Jiangxi, and the two of them from other places have just made other people's cities their own.

There are familiar streets, familiar people and memories that belong to them.

When he returned to Shannan and wrote this journal, Zhang Mian still had a lot of memories about Bengbu, the name of a certain person, or the dinner of several people, or a song he heard in Bengbu.

These memories were all pressed into the depths of his memory.

Comrade Ocean said that it is no longer possible to write sad words, everyone likes joy.

He was right, just like when I was typing these words, many people were stuck in the road, and I looked at the circle of friends and smiled happily.

I also hope that my readers, through this city called Bengbu, think of a city.

I remembered a lamp in the city that was entangled with my own memory, a person, a hug.

Let the fond memories warm all winter long.