September 30, fine

The three hundred and sixty-fifth sunrise of your departure, the weather was as good as the day you left. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

You know, after all this time, I still maintain the habit of running in the morning and at night, delusionally hoping to bump into you on the road, or forget you.

Tomorrow is the holiday, and I finally muster all the courage to go to you, although you didn't let me see you off when you left, but I can't help but miss you and want to see you.

I think this is my disease, and the cure for this disease can only be you.

I bought a ticket to get to you, and I got the news from your friend.

I happened to see the photos you sent them, and I remember the street scene there.

I thought I had to find you and tell you how much I liked you to be healed.

I'm about to board this speeding train, and I wish me all the best.

October 1, light rain

The journey was not as romantic as imagined, and light raindrops scratched mottled marks on the car windows.

Fellow travelers called friends, played cards, ate and drank, and chatted next to me, which became one of the few collective pastimes on this long journey.

I took off my headphones and looked at myself reflected in the car window, do you still remember me, or even do you ever think about me?

Time passed by every minute, and I lived like a year, and every day and night I wanted to see you was tormented, and I knew that I was terminally ill.

October 2, heavy rain

I guess I'll have to clean myself up, and you can't imagine what a thrilling thing happened to me yesterday.

When the train arrived yesterday, it was completely dark. I walked aimlessly down the street with an umbrella, looking for a hotel to stay in.

I know it's not good to be greedy, but because I was in a hurry when I came out, I really didn't bring enough money.

But what I didn't expect was that this was a black shop.

In the middle of the night, when I was sleeping hazy, I suddenly felt a cold wind blowing into the room, and I squinted to see a man wearing a mask swaggering into my room, as if looking for something, from the table to my travel bag, about ten minutes before and after.

I didn't dare sleep for the rest of the night, because I was afraid that the man would go and come back, and I was afraid that I would never see you again.

What made me even more incredible was that when I checked out this morning, the hostess even smiled and let me stay for two more days.

Oh my God, what a horrible thing, but luckily, the man only took the money I put in the compartment of my travel bag, not my diary, knowing that here is all my thoughts about you.

But my main thing now is to find the next hotel to stay at and wash up.

Also, this KFC in the south of the city is really not delicious, I hope you haven't been here.

October 3rd, fine

Thanks for the good weather today, halfway through the holidays, I think I have to go to you today.

Do you think I look good in a tracksuit, or in a suit?

Well, I guess you're going to say whatever, right?

Forgive me for knowing you so well, who made me like you so much?

Okay, I'm going to calm my excitement now, and the thought of seeing you soon, makes me feel like I'm dreaming.

If it's a dream, please don't wake me up, I hope I can stay with you for the rest of my life.

If it's not a dream, then I'm going to tell you right now, how much I like you, and I'll definitely catch you.