In an instant, thorny seaweed and broken shells rushed down the water, as if they were about to cut through Chen Ying's skin. They gently undulated with the waves, and the gravel from the bottom of the water cut her toes. The water was cold and biting, and after a while, my feet went numb. She stood facing the sun, the whistle of the sail drifting in her ears. She saw a church on the hillside not far away, and the people who had attended the morning mass had not yet come out. The road to the church entrance was quiet. She stood in the water for a while, and waited until she couldn't feel the stinging pain in the soles of her feet before walking to the shore. She wiped her feet with a napkin, sat on the side of the road and put on her shoes, and walked down the asphalt road towards the church. The white houses were madly attracting her, and it was necessary to go and see them.

She walked forward with her head down, as she usually would on campus. Qin Hong once said that she looked like a person who confessed her guilt. She followed the group across the street, only to realize that the church was not quite the same as what she had seen before. There were rows of slender windows on the brown-red brick walls, and beside the doorway stood a bronze bust, and the grass was full of gray doves, cooing fearlessly. She stumbled through the door and entered, just in time for the tail of the pastor's sermon.

She sat down in the nearest seat, her head bowed, just as she lifted her somewhat wet socks. The organ began to play in unison, and deep sounds came from all directions. She was immersed in the melody of the music, and the sunlight shone into the hall through the flower windows, and everyone became colorful. She pulled out a few postcards she had just bought at the train station and pondered which one to give to whom. She would like to believe that these postcards are also independent, and they will choose their future owners according to their preferences. It's a hobby she left behind during her travels, and Yona reveals the secret before she leaves for England, a priceless gift that blesses her with lonely nights and gives her a little insight into each country's post office.

When the crowd began to disperse, she would huddle in the corner and write postcards. She chose many pictures of boats and seas to send back to China, not all of which are calm and blue. But she believes that their hearts always rise and fall using the same frequency. She wrote intently, as she always did, as she always could, write as small as she could, so that she could add more content.

"What you experience today will be a treasure to come."

This is the last sentence of the postcard, and the recipient is Wu Yun.

By the time she finished her last postcard, the church had become quiet. She looked around for the usual candlesticks, lit them, and went out. However, she was surprised to find that Wang Yi was walking towards this side from the seats in the first two rows, and it was too late to dodge, and his face was still the same expression she often saw, and his eyes were looking at her without blinking.

"Why are you here?" She asked, forgetting the greetings she should have.

"Why not?" He asked her rhetorically.

"Who told you I'd be here?"

He explained that his classmates in Germany knew her classmates who studied in small groups in Denmark. IT WAS THE MEMBER OF THE GROUP WHO LEAKED THE NEWS, AND HE ANNOUNCED ON FACEBOOK THAT HE WOULD BE SPENDING THE ENTIRE WEEKEND IN PARIS BECAUSE OF THE SUSPENSION OF LEARNING ACTIVITIES THIS WEEK. It was this intermediary that Wang Yi obtained important information, and under his speculation, she would come to Norway, and the church was her favorite place.

After listening to his defense, she still felt very far-fetched in her heart. She suspected him of hacking her computer or hacking into her email. She bit her lip and didn't speak, only his calm face in her eyes.

"I want to know what's going on. Why didn't you reply to my email? He asked.

"I can't ......," she said and then stopped halfway through and looked at him with a raised face, "let's not meet again." ”

He didn't speak, he lowered his head, and the smile that had just surfaced disappeared. He put a hand in front of his eyes:

"Do you think this is the best solution?"

"What else else?" She stood up and took a step back, "My roommate Wu Yun is already going crazy because her boyfriend was snatched away. Now because of comforting her, Sun Wei and all of us are going crazy. I can't...... Can't ......"

She pressed her hands to the sides of her head, her long hair hanging down between her fingers. There was something in her head that made her miserable, it was a liquid pain that could not be expelled from her eyes or her nose, but could only be swallowed down her throat and sink into her stomach. The fluid kept pouring out, and she had to tilt her head and let it flow down her throat to her body.

He stood still, as if he had suddenly lost the ability to speak. He watched as she was wrapped in guilt-ridden armor and gave up on any further approach. After a while, he leaned forward, grabbed her into his arms, and hugged her tightly.

"I think Qin Hong will go crazy." She said as she withdrew from his embrace, "Don't come to see me again, and don't look for me when you go home." ”

"Okay." He was forced to give up, leaving her to stand alone, in the sunlight. Her hair flashed her usual blonde again. She still has an ink mark on the side of her finger. It was when she was in Berlin and he drew on her ring finger while she was asleep. It was an irregular ring, and he wanted to make fun of her. But now the joke had become harsh, and he looked at her in silence.

"Goodbye." She said as she pushed open the wooden door of the church. She closed the door and shut down the hall with him. There were children playing in the grass at the door, running around with the pigeons foraging for food. She felt the pain that had just pressed into her body coming up, pouring out of the corners of her eyes. She wiped her eyes with a tissue, hurried through the streets, and plunged headlong into the hotel room. When she looked up again, the bright sunlight outside the window had been obscured by dark clouds, and the whole city had dimmed. The seaside breeze blew the snowflakes into the window and melted on her face. She remembered that she met a Japanese woman on the hill where she went to the museum in the morning, she had been married for many years, and she always wanted to invite Chen Ying to her home.