The next morning, Chen Ying packed up her things and picked up her belongings from the corner of Wang Yi's room. He was in the kitchen looking at the instructions for making toast, trying not to bake the bread. After they sat down for breakfast, he accompanied her to the train station.

"You don't have to send me. When I got to Hamburg I would take a boat back. She said.

"Where are you going to spend Christmas?" He asked through the window, "How is Rome?" ”

"It's not decided yet. But I want to go to Oslo before I go back home. ”

His answer was muffled by the bell of the departure. The train left the station as it had come, and crashed into the snow. His figure disappeared from the window in an instant. The city of Berlin has not yet woken up, the snow-covered roofs on both sides of the train reflect the silvery blue light, and the TV tower glows in the early morning light. As she passed the Rhine, she saw small pieces of ice floe looming in the water, thick snow hanging from the branches, and the bronze statues in the square turning white overhead. She returns to her world in an increasingly violent snowstorm.

Nordic life came back to her mind again. Two weeks after she left, she began to miss the patina, the pointed roofs and the cosy cottages, and even the horse farm near where she lived. She remembers one time when it was raining on the way home, the horses stood under the shed by the fence and neighed at a passing bus.

Copenhagen is only one-tenth the size of Berlin and one-twentieth the size of London. In her mind, what a wonderful life it is, without worrying about the pressure of crowded crowds in big cities, she can get back to basics everywhere. She doesn't like the city's high-rise buildings, which turn into glaring glass boxes at night and giant carbon dioxide emitters during the day. When she was in China, she walked downstairs like this, and she always felt so squeezed that she couldn't breathe. Is it a fast pace of travel? The cost of luxury? Or is it the unpredictable faces around you? She couldn't say it, but she felt that a quick escape was the only way to stay alive. Under the coercion of various modern communication devices and networks, all kinds of news are constantly circulating, and she always has a sense of imbalance, and she can be overwhelmed by the over-flooding of information around her when she walks on the road.

She checked her email on the Internet and learned that her roommate Wu Yun and her boyfriend had broken up, and Wu Yun was so miserable that she couldn't do anything, and almost delayed the midterm exams of all subjects. Sun Weizheng comforted her day and night, bought her food, and accompanied her to class, afraid that she would do something stupid when she was alone. Chen Ying also knew that Wu Yun liked this boy very much, and had spent a lot of effort to prepare a birthday gift for him. She sticks his schedule and schedule to the bedside for every semester. On weekends, Wu Yun often sneaks into the boys' dormitory building when the dormitory supervisor is not paying attention, just to wash the dirty clothes he has changed for a week. Chen Ying once said that Wu Yun didn't have to be like this. This caused Wu Yun to be extremely angry, and he didn't say a word to Chen Ying for two consecutive weeks. Chen Yingneng imagined what she was like now, and she fell on the bed with tears on her face, unwilling to change the pillow towel that had already been wet.

Even people like Sun Wei, who were eager to help, began to write to complain, and Chen Ying knew exactly how far things had got. She knew that Wu Yun would even kneel down and beg, as long as the boy could change his mind. But is it really worth it? Can such an unbalanced love go to the end even if it is redeemed? Chen Ying was not sure. She didn't want to believe that talking to He Si could have any effect, after all, the whole thing was because he chose other girls and abandoned Wu Yun, who had been with him for more than two years. How much of a role reason can play in emotion, Chen Ying has no way of knowing. But she still sent a letter to Wu Yun to encourage her to be strong.

Chen Ying opened the backpack she kept at hand, which was full of snacks that Wang Yi had brought her. However, she seemed to see Qin Hong looking at her with pain on his face, and she could even see that his heart was cracking apart piece by piece. What is she doing? Why are these things in my bag? She felt like a sinner from a land full of gods, and they all looked at her and knew what she had done.

"What should I do?" She looked at her face reflected in the car window, "I shouldn't see Wang Yi anymore – neither in Europe nor in China." ”

She doesn't believe that she can hide a leaf and just hide in the forest, as the news says. She thought that the forest was cunning, because she was too familiar with it, but she could see the difference in any leaf at the first time. This difference is magnified in the comparison of similar leaves, and then becomes the talk of the whole forest for a few days. She likes to drift to places where no one is around, and her ignorance of the world has become a kind of tolerance, where there is often indifference to what should be condemned.

She thought of the girl who hurt Wu Yun, and she still didn't even know which province she was from, so she couldn't respond to Sun Wei's verbal criticism. She studied the words sent by Sun Wei, which seemed to be what He Si had said in order to protect his new girlfriend. She wondered if the girl knew that her boyfriend had hurt his then-girlfriend for herself. Will that new girlfriend be proud? Or will you feel sorry for the injured Wu Yun like Chen Ying? Chen Ying's mind sounded more of He Si's words:

"This girl can't live without me, and Wu Yun is stronger, I think she can survive."

Chen Ying began to think about the quantification of strength and the boundaries of tolerance. According to Sun Wei's statement, he had already seen that He Si had been wrong recently, but Wu Yun refused to find out. In your early twenties, it may be difficult to hide your psychological changes without realizing it, and some people may not be able to do so in their twilight years. These things may not have been premeditated at first, but after they happened, after a series of ideological struggles, they fermented into something irreversible, and the parties themselves felt that they had to do something earth-shattering to confess. The final sacrifice is inevitable, but no matter what, it will not be a loss to Him. For him, this is really a business that does not suffer inside and out.