What Chen Ying didn't expect was that Wu Yun's condition still did not improve after two weeks, and three weeks later, the head teacher began to contact Wu Yun's parents, hoping that they would consider taking a leave of absence to ease her emotions. During this time, she was unable to attend classes at all, refused to eat, and lay in bed crying like a sick person. Sun Wei's condition is not necessarily better. She can barely sleep except for delivering food, and lovelorn people know that nights are the hardest.

"Why do you think he can say let go?" Wu Yun asked during a recent video call. She sat in front of the camera with a thin face, staring at the camera with blank eyes: "What the hell did I do wrong?" ”

Chen Ying couldn't answer. All she could say was to let Wu Yun eat on time and quickly forget about the person who was not worth being sad about. She began to become a little uneasy, in her impression, Wu Yun has always been smiling for two years, it is the girl who likes to try on all kinds of earrings, the girl who likes to eat ice cream in winter, the girl who seems to be indifferent to everything. For a while, she hated Wu Yun's appearance, feeling that she was not serious and attentive to anything, and lacked the sense of responsibility that Chen Ying thought was noble. However, she now thinks that there is nothing wrong with Wu Yun like that, or that she has not understood this roommate well enough to solve the mystery behind her personality.

The jet lag in their lives has turned into a kind of happiness. Chen Ying can't speculate in stocks anymore, but she can listen to the other side of Eurasia in the morning when she doesn't have classes. These stories are important to her, and Wu Yun will mention a lot of the latest gossip in the chat. These unverifiable gossip are often useful, making up for the lack of orthodox information and not keeping Chen Ying up to date when she returns to school.

Wu Yun mentioned Liang Jing in a conversation, saying that she often came with a cat in her arms. She said that she has rarely seen Liang Jing's boyfriend recently, and she wonders if they have quarreled. This somewhat worried Chen Ying. She mentioned the issue in an email to Liang Jing, but did not receive a reply. As if they had agreed with each other, she tacitly did not mention the photo of Wang Yi and Ye Feng in London.

As the days passed, the temperature in Northern Europe continued to drop in the thickening snow, and life became more like a fairy tale. The hyacinths sent by Wang Yi opened and thanked, and the once brilliant flower bulb only left the dry flower pillar in the middle, hanging listlessly to the side. The bulbs, which had been plump, looked at her wistfully like a shriveled face. Reluctantly throwing them away, Chen Ying used scissors to cut off all the leaves on the bulbs, leaving only the long, white roots to continue to absorb water to keep the plants through the cold winter.

"I'm sure they'll get better and sprout again in the spring." Yona said.

"No need to bury it in the ground?"

"No, they can survive on their own."

When she came back this time, Chen Ying didn't tell Yona what happened as she did in the past, and she didn't ask. She and John were more concerned about the photos in Chen Ying's camera. They copied all the photos into the computer the night she returned, and after eating, they surrounded the computer until they had to go to sleep. They particularly admired her photographic skills, which engraved all the photographs into discs and put them in special small boxes.

"We've carved a copy for you, too." John said proudly. He bought a recorder while she was away and asked the manufacturer to teach him how to use it.

"I don't believe in digital images." One day during dinner he suddenly said, "They're too easy to remove." Click the wrong one, and you'll have nothing. I still like the feeling of holding paper photos in my hand, but unfortunately there are fewer and fewer places to wash them. ”

Still, they were aware of the change in her. She is no longer in love with her laptop, and if she doesn't use the Internet, it's like she has no soul. She would consciously go out and take a walk in the seaside wilderness, or take the bus from the front door in the opposite direction to the school. There is a church in the town at the terminus, and John tells her that the pattern on the back of the Danish krone banknote is taken from the relief there. She hadn't been tempted before, but now she'd like to take a look, as long as she could catch the last train back.

"You've changed." "But I like the change. ”

It was a Friday, and the neighbor's cat came into the house again, and Chen Ying grabbed it in the corner of the living room. She took it in her arms, stroked it gently, walked to the door and let it out.

"I want to go to Oslo." She turned her head and said. John had just finished taking a shower and came out of the bathroom, wiping his hair stubble with a towel.

"How long will it take?" He asked.

"I'll be back on Sunday night."

"Okay."

And so it was settled. She went back to her house to pack her belongings, and bought a train ticket when she left early tomorrow morning, and she was used to living an arranged life, and the occasional change became a kind of adjustment. The solo trip she once feared turned into the greatest pleasure of life, as long as she threw away the phone number she had to take in time. She is used to this kind of thing, but the difference is that in China, others take the initiative to ask her for a phone.

She went back to the bedroom, checked to see if all the homework was completed and turned in on time, and then grabbed a few pieces of underwear and stuffed them into her backpack. She dispelled her initial fears and began to reform her life. She cleared the spider family in the corner of the room and returned the unwanted books to the library. She threw all the various living guidelines into the trash, so that the carpet that had been pressed against the corner of the room could breathe freely.