When I arrived at the T3 terminal of the Capital Airport, it was midnight in Beijing. Even though the street lights are still on, you can still feel that the whole city is sleeping. Walking out of the dreary cabin and standing in the empty airport waiting for the shuttle bus, Chen Ying took a deep breath of the air of her hometown and felt immediately uplifted. It's a long-lost taste, just like a snack eaten when you're young, whenever you can eat it, the feeling of contentment and memories come flooding back with memories. Street lamps shine on a canopy made of glass, reflecting the light that illuminates the road at the exit of the airport. She stood impatiently in front of the conveyor belt waiting for her luggage, constantly guessing who would be the first to recognize her.

After a few months, her hair grew another two inches in length. Now pressed by her hat, her distinctive thick hair was loosening freely down her neck, softly covering her shoulders. She knew that Qin Hong liked this hairstyle, and when he used to sit next to her, he liked to stick to her back, and his face was soaked in his hair. He could hold this position for more than half an hour, as if his thoughts were inextricably intertwined with her. In addition to complimenting her hair, he also talked about the interesting books and movies he had seen recently. It's one of her favorite moments, and it's always intoxicating when the sparks of ideas collide.

"'Your casual gift at that moment, like a meteor on an autumn night, ignited a flame in the depths of my life.' ”

"Where did you see this?"

"Rabindranath Tagore's Wandering Fireflies."

He would often hold the book hidden behind him in front of her at this moment, and she would snatch it with ecstasy, desperately trying to find the source of the sentence before him. Sometimes he deliberately pretended not to be found, waiting for the moment when she let out a cry of joy, and then hugged her tightly, as if he was afraid that she would fly away with joy. She also often borrowed some books from the school to him, in addition to poetry, there are also a lot of miscellaneous novels - "Strange Tales from Liaozhai", "Three Words and Two Beats" or "The Legend of the West Chamber" and "The Peony Pavilion". He likes "The Outer History of Confucianism", and occasionally picks a few familiar stories and tells them to her during dinner.

She watched the increasing baggage on the conveyor belt, habitually reaching out to stroke the long hair scattered behind her, and stopped when her fingers touched the seventh bone of her cervical spine. She remembers that in Berlin, Wang Yi left a mark on her in this position. He kissed here for a long time, and her neck was slightly hot as her lips left. In the days since, she has been unconsciously touching this position, and she has secretly used two mirrors in the bathroom to reflect each other, but she still can't see it. She knew that Wang Yi was doing something here, just like a lover anywhere in the world, always hoping to claim ownership of the other party in some way.

She had been tormented by guilt for more than a month and did not want to be bothered by this emotion again. She freed herself by breaking up, and she remembers the scene vividly, in the magnificent and majestic church evangelistic hall in the capital of Norway. Oslo at this time should be bathed in the winter sun as it was that day, with the patterns of stained glass windows still projected on the floor, the lit candles and the pigeons on the lawn untouched. Somehow, she could feel something flowing through the crack in the church's wooden door, more than a man high, down the stone wall to the edge of the pulpit. Because it was so subtle, none of those who were singing the hymn were aware of it.

She tried to see better, but was interrupted by a traveler next to her. The young couple removed four or five heavy suitcases from the conveyor belt and beckoned each other to carry them onto a nearby trolley. They were stopped at customs with the two cartloads of luggage, and after X-rays, the staff forced them to open one of the boxes. After several rounds of loud bickering and haggling, the boxes were placed on the table and opened, filled with small boxes of packaged foreign perfumes, and many people walked up

Looking closely, Chen Ying couldn't see the sign on the box.

"Wait a minute, everybody." A uniformed staff member stopped their group of passengers waiting for security and hurried to the office. The people at the back of the line began to complain, and many yawned. The little couple standing at the front was silent.

After a while, another security window opened next to it. The flow of people rushed in like a tidal wave, scrambling to put luggage on the conveyor belt. Chen Ying was among these people and walked outside the airport for half an hour. There were also many people waiting with name tags, all sleepy-eyed. This time, though, it was all yellow-skinned and black-eyed Asian faces, and she didn't feel sideways here. She struggled to find her way through the crowd, trying not to close her eyes. She passed through the exit in a daze, and no acquaintance was seen. As she pondered whether to take a taxi back to her dorm, someone tapped her on the shoulder from behind. She was so startled that she almost jumped up, and even her sleepiness was swept away. Qin Hong was standing in front of her, wearing the coat he wore last winter.

"Didn't scare you, did you?" He asked.

"It's fine."

He led the way, and she dragged her suitcase behind, her bag hanging from the handle of the suitcase. As he walked, he told her about the recent incidents in his unit and anecdotes about his new roommate. Before they stopped the taxi, he told how much he missed her.

"Remember 'Heroes Are Invincible'?" He said, "Every time I think of you, I open the map of Europe and follow the route you traveled. Every time you go to a city, I take it and put up the banner you like on the wall. ”

She didn't answer, and he continued.

"You've been in Germany the longest since you left Denmark. I think you should like it the most, so the first city I occupy every time is Berlin. ”

They finally found a taxi that was willing to start at this point, and the driver helped her load her luggage into the trunk. Qin Hong explained to Chen Ying that in this period near the end of the period, it was inconvenient for Liang Jing and Ye Feng to come to pick her up. In the end, it was decided that Qin Hong would come alone, but fortunately, the next day was Saturday, so he could sleep lazily and not have to worry about making mistakes at work after staying up late.

"What about the boy? The one who went to Europe with you. When the car was about to enter the third ring road, Qin Hong asked.

"I don't know. I took a direct flight back from Copenhagen. She said, looking out the window.