If you move towards the sun, you will go into the darkness faster than usual. Chen Ying sat up and asked the flight attendant for a cup of hot water. Meal time had just passed, and she wasn't hungry, and the passengers in the same row were watching a movie on the other side of the dimly lit aisle. Sophie Marceau's young face appears in the center of the screen, the snow behind her falling on her furry collar. The black otter rabbit skin hat was brimmed with fine snowflakes, and the wind blew her so hard that she could barely see Sean Bean standing in front of her. It was an empty platform, and on snowy nights, hardly any other passengers came out to smoke or breathe. She straightened up to refuse the other man's enthusiasm and left without looking back, leaving him alone in the snow.

This is the 1997 American version of "Anna Karenina", which I watched at home one day during the winter vacation last year, and she was the only one at that time. More than a century has passed since the novel's inception, and the popularity of the story's content is now a household name. But Chen Ying was still fascinated by Sophie Marceau's Anna, and for the first time she realized that beauty could be a reason for forgiveness in addition to human nature. She turned on the monitor in front of her, pulled up the relevant movie, and followed along. When strong public opinion and humiliation were too much for Anna Karenina to bear, the plane was flying over St. Petersburg. She remembered a quote she had seen while reading a novel:

"When other colors are applied to the purity of love, this love is no longer perfect. But there is no right or wrong, no right or wrong, only reason and emotion constantly fight. ”

She sat up straight in her chair, trying not to let the roar of the plane's engine get into her thoughts. The only thing she could read in Tolstoy's novel was this, but when she watched the remake of the original book five years later, she realized that she didn't understand anything. She could only remember that she used to cry unconsciously when she read a book, and even the paper was wet when she turned to the last page. It was a book that Liang Jing had lent her not long after she had just entered high school, and she had spent the rest of the night hesitating about how to explain the mistake.

She used to frantically yearn for Europe and Russia, always thinking that these places buried fragments of her soul. If you can't get it back, you're never a whole person. Now that she's back from Europe, she's asking herself what she's got. Unable to find a perfect answer to pass the time, she got up and burrowed into the cramped bathroom, where the vents were whizzing cold air into her face.

Back in her seat, she grabbed two round breads from her bag and ate them, the same kind of coarse bread with melon seeds. The flight attendant brought some salad and water, and she tried to avoid eating too much to prevent an uncontrollable situation after the airsickness. She sat there and watched "Anna Karenina" again. The gentleman on the other side of the aisle was gripping the gamepad with both hands, staring intently at Zuma's game in front of him. This game reminded her of Wang Yi, and on the way here, he showed her all the rules of the game.

She told him she was leaving today because she knew he had gone to Spain. Two days ago she peeked at his social networking sites and saw the night view of Barcelona and Gaudí buildings that he uploaded. The city, whose streets are full of mosaics and wavy roofs, shines at night like a gem-encrusted golden brooch on the deep blue of the Mediterranean. She also loves the artwork scattered around the street corners, and she is secretly amazed by the variety of decorations that seem to rise from the bottom of the sea and the abundance of flora and fauna that come with the tropics. On their first night in Berlin, they discussed the art and culture of southern Europe, and he immediately said that he would definitely visit it if he had the chance. She didn't say anything at the time, as she had never promised him. She just leaned on his shoulder and accompanied him to watch the movie "Barcelona, Winter Stars".

Chen Ying closed her eyes, and the scene of the farewell party two days ago was vivid. The school chartered the nearest bar and all the teachers who attended the class came. The Vietnamese girl drank too much and cried on the lap of an American girl. Matthew, from Singapore, handed the girls napkins one by one with a blank face. Many boys rushed to throw darts, and the target hanging on the wall was almost punctured. Everyone left their mailboxes with their notebooks in their hands, and it was filled up in a short time. There was shouting everywhere, as well as clinking glasses and high-fives. Chen Ying sat in the corner and silently drank the glass of lemon juice in front of her. This is a drink unique to Denmark, and the sour taste with a slightly bitter sensation seeps out of the mouth in an instant.

By the end of the day, a lot of people were drunk, a lot of people were crying, and the bartenders in the bar couldn't find enough tissues. Christmas is just a few days away, and the American classmates want to go back to the other side of the Atlantic anyway. From then on, Chen Ying understood that this was a huge parting, and she was not the only one who would not say goodbye. No matter where they come from in the world, what their cultural background is, and what their families they grew up with, they all show a similar state when faced with separation.

From that moment on, she no longer felt lonely and did not agonize about her ignorance of the local culture. The burden that had been weighing on her heart for a long time was finally lifted, and she also shed tears, especially on the way back. In front of the Copenhagen subway station, she met a black dog that came to beg every day, she gave it all the food on her body, and knelt on the ground to hug it. The black dog carefully escorted her out of the subway entrance, preventing anyone from touching the corner of her clothes.