That night, Guan Zhong and Siyan chatted so ramblingly. They both knew that it was their last night. When they walked out of this night, the two of them, from now on, will be separated.

Guan Zhong has a lot to say on this night. But the words I wanted to say were not said that night. The two of them talked a little, insignificant. Because, he felt that some words, needless to say, would be better left in his heart.

Because, the hazy relationship between the two people, they both know what is going on. If, on this night, you tear up those inexplicable pasts, you will destroy such a good artistic conception. What should be left behind will definitely be engraved in the depths of life by the years; What should be forgotten will be erased by time little by little.

Siyan said: Tomorrow, after I leave here. Your world is becoming quieter day by day.

Guan Zhong said: This world has always been quiet. What is not quiet is the heart of each of us.

Siyan said: That is to say, your heart can be calm. I don't bother you anymore, and you don't have to worry about me anymore. I have one less big brother in my life and one more worry.

Guan Zhong said: Some worries may also be a kind of fulfillment. Something quiet, maybe a kind of emptiness.

Siyan said: When you say this, there is still a bit of philosophical flavor.

Guan Zhong said: Life is a philosophy. It's like, when you're there, you're part of my world, wanting to see you, within reach. When you're gone, the whole world is you. Whether it's a window, a door, a table, or a chair, I can touch your face in my heart.

Siyan said: When you say that, it makes me feel very sad. I really don't know, will I still think of you in the future?

Guan Zhong said: Can you think of me, that's your business. And thinking of you may be one thing I can't escape. Not only are you a history worth remembering in my life, but also because you are also the glory of my heart.

Siyan said: Actually, you may be the one I try to forget. But sometimes, the more people who want to forget, the more difficult it is to forget. Even if people can forget it, they can't forget those years.

Guan Zhong said: Some time ago, when you were not there. Every time I walk past your window, I know that you are not there, but I still unconsciously glance into your room. I can't even tell, what does that glance represent?

Siyan said: Are you used to it?

Guan Zhong said: No. Because, at that time, I always thought of Cui Hu's poem: In this door last year, the peach blossoms on the human face were red, and the peach blossoms were still smiling in the spring breeze.

After listening to this poem, Siyan stopped talking. She threw her whole body into his arms and buried her face in Guan Zhong's chest. Siyan wants to let time, at this moment, stop for a while, and feel it, which is unpredictable.

Guan Zhong was also like a lover, holding Siyan in his arms, feeling the tenderness of her leaving. At this moment, Guan Zhong deeply knew what real reluctance was, and what could not be retained.

Although it was late, the two of them still didn't want to leave. Guan Zhong felt that if he had left here, he had also left this Yiren. He felt deeply with his heart, and this inextricable parting was unsolvable. But no matter how sorry you are, you always have to say goodbye.

Guan Zhong hugged Siyan and said softly: It turns out that Shanghai is a place name and a metropolis for me, and I don't have any feelings for it. Since you went to Shanghai, Shanghai seems to be different to me, it has become an unknown world for me, and I want to explore a new world.

Siyan said: Before I went to Shanghai, I was similar to you. Because, Shanghai is Shanghai. But when I went to Shanghai, I felt that Shanghai had something to do with me. Even if you walk on an unfamiliar street, you don't feel so strange.

Guan Zhong said: You have been away for a long time, whether it is from the "People's Daily" or the "Guangming Daily". Wherever there is news from Shanghai, I have read it all. And every time I flip through the newspaper, I pay special attention to the word Shanghai.

Siyan said: Are you paying attention to Shanghai? Are you paying attention to me? But I won't be in the newspaper, don't you think you're stupid?

Guan Zhong said: Lin Huiyin once said: Some people say that falling in love with a city is because there is someone you like living in the city. In fact, falling in love with a city may be for a vivid scenery in the city, for a childhood past, and for a familiar old house. Perhaps, just for this city. It's like falling in love with someone, sometimes you don't need any reason, there is no antecedent, it has nothing to do with Fengyue, just love.

Siyan said: Then are you in love with Shanghai?

Guan Zhong said: For Shanghai, I can't talk about love, but I have a little heart.

Siyan said: Then are you because of the people, or because of the city?

Guan Zhong said: Of course I am because of people. In fact, after you leave Shanghai, Shanghai will be left out in the cold in my heart. Perhaps, another kingdom will become a hot word in my heart. Perhaps, a sensitive point. Whether it is Shanghai or abroad, it is a noun for me, called far away.

The last night always passed quickly. The night was already deep, and the nobility of the moon seemed so vivid. The cool air on the water rose little by little, and with the wind, it swept all the way to a foreign land.

It was a special night, a night that was gone and can never be repeated. Every beam of moonlight is the warmest care; Every breeze is a reluctant handshake; Every wave is the most beautiful farewell.

Guan Zhong knew that their night was coming to an end. She said softly to Siyan: Don't you think tonight is extraordinarily beautiful?

Siyan said: No matter how beautiful the night is, it is just a moment in life. In fact, there are many good things that we all want to keep. In the end, what remains in my heart is just a shadow, and what remains in my memory is a ripple.

Guan Zhong said: Yes! I know that even if I keep this moonlight, I won't be able to keep this night. But I can only send a blessing and leave a bundle of melancholy in this night.

Siyan said: Don't you all say that there is no banquet in the world that will not be dispersed? We are all young now, and there must be a lot of good things waiting for us, and there is no need to be melancholy.

Guan Zhong said: Yes! Hopefully tomorrow will be better. We have known this outcome for a long time. It's just that on nights like this, melancholy is our emotion. If there is no melancholy, a lot of color is missing.

Siyan said: If you say this, it means that there needs to be a sense of meaning in life. In order to further enhance the atmosphere of tonight, I should recite a poem full of artistic conception to you here.

Guan Zhong said: Okay! Since it is to be an emotion, it is enough to make this emotion. Even if it's the last swan song of the evening!

Siyan said: Don't make it look like you're going to be brave and righteous. It's just a parting, it's not about life or death.

Guan Zhong said: Yes, this is just a parting, not about life and death. At the very least, we can communicate later.

Siyan said: Okay. Next, I will recite a poem by Xu Zhimo to you! Tonight, you've been talking about Lin Huiyin. If you don't talk about Xu Zhimo, then Lin Huiyin will not be able to cross the Kangqiao in her life in her life.

Guan Zhong said: Okay! In my heart, Xu Zhimo and Lin Huiyin are a natural pair. The two of them, in the end, failed to get together and failed to achieve a good story, which is a regret of the twentieth century.

Siyan said: You say so, what are Liang Sicheng and Lin Huiyin?

Guan Zhong said: They are the right people, they are good couples, and they are talented and beautiful. The combination of the two people has made China's construction industry. It has pushed China's architectural design to a new level, and it is also a great contribution to the country.

Siyan said: You say so, Lin Huiyin's choice is right.

Guan Zhong said: Lin Huiyin is a strange woman, and her choice must have her reasons. But, after all, she gave her purest love to Xu Zhimo, and she didn't regret it. Even if he got married, he never lived up to that love, nor did he break that love. It's just that she put that love in a place that only she knows.

Siyan said: Her life is very short, but it is so wonderful.

Guan Zhong said: Only such a strange woman can be worthy of the love of three very good men in the Republic of China. Especially Jin Yuelin's great love, he will never marry for life, and he will not be protected for a lifetime.

Siyan said: Now, they are standing high at the beginning of the century, but we are walking at the end of the century. When we look back at them, we feel so small. But, whether tall or small. Tonight, we can be regarded as having a relationship with them.

Guan Zhong said: Okay, we don't have to sigh about them. At this moment, I still want to hear the poem you read to me.

Siyan said: These days, when I'm fine, I watch the song "Farewell Kangqiao". Actually, Xu Zhimo and I are in different moods. But I think it must be a good gift to give you when I leave.

Guan Zhong smiled and nodded, he didn't want to disturb Siyan. Siyan recited softly:

Gently I go, as softly I came; I beckoned softly, and made a cloud of the western sky.

The golden willow on the bank of the river is the bride in the sunset; The beautiful shadow in the waves ripples in my heart.

The green wattles on the soft mud, the oily ones swaggering at the bottom of the water, and the pool under the shade of the elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky; Crumpled among the floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.

Looking for a dream? Hold a penny and wander towards the greener grass; Loaded with a boatload of starlight, singing in the starlight.

But I can't play songs, quietly it's a parting sheng flute; Xia Worm is also silent for me, silence is Kangqiao tonight!

Quietly I went, as quietly I came; I waved my sleeves and didn't take a cloud with me.

Guan Zhong's eyes were already moist after listening to Siyan's soft recitation. Guan Zhong found that Siyan's eyes were also shining with tears, so he hugged her tightly in his arms. Then, kissing together again, let the moonlight testify that this is the end of their not the end.

When the two of them hugged each other and walked back. As usual, Hiratanigawa has become very quiet. The town fell asleep, and there was no one on the streets. For the first time, two people walked on this road so late. They walked together without scruples, embracing each other, just like that night in Lintong.

But their hearts are not at all calm. Because, when this night passes, everything will be in disarray. Some flowers will bloom, others will wither. It is impossible to pick up the past again. Perhaps, this is the endgame that life should have.

The two of them walked back as they put down the heavy stuff. When the moon was even higher, the mood of the two people was much lighter. Siyan's face leaned on Guan Zhong, and said with a smile: You say, the way we are now, is it not serious?

Guan Zhong said: There is no strict boundary between serious and imserious. If, let's count that. That Lin Hui was already out of character decades ago because of a few of them. If they don't count, what qualifications do we have?

Siyan said: You quibble, sometimes it seems to be very reasonable.

When the two of them walked to Siyan's door, Guan Zhong was still reluctant to leave for a long time. He knew that Siyan was gone, and he didn't know what year or month it would be when they met again. And Siyan also felt that in the past three years, the man in front of her had accompanied her for a lot of time.

At this moment, neither of them said anything. One moment look at each other, the next look at the moon. In the end, Siyan said: I'll send you another poem by Xu Zhimo! It seems that I haven't read this book in vain these days.

Guan Zhong didn't speak, just nodded with a smile. Siyan read it softly again:

I am a cloud in the sky,

Occasionally projected in the heart of your wave -

You don't have to be surprised,

There is no need to rejoice—

In an instant, all traces were wiped out.

You and I meet on the sea of night,

You have yours, I have mine, direction;

It's good for you to remember, best

You forget

The light that shines on each other at this rendezvous!

Guan Zhong said: This poem seems to be customized for me. No, it should be ours. Then let's fall asleep with this poem on our pillows!

The next day, Guan Zhong went to the station to deliver Siyan. Before parting, Guan Zhong gave Siyan a book. It was Goethe who wrote "The Troubles of Young Werther", and he sandwiched a small poem by Xu Zhimo in the book: "Shayanara", which Xu Zhimo gave to a Japanese girl

The most is the gentleness of the bowed head,

Like a water lotus flower, it is too shy to cool the breeze,

A precious word,

A precious word,

There was a sweet sorrow in that cherished voice

- Shayanara!

When he was about to drive, Guan Zhong said: When you arrive in Shanghai, send me the ticket you have taken! Whenever I know, where have you been?

Siyan said: Okay, I remember.

When Guan Zhong returned to the dormitory, he felt that his whole heart was empty. I can't tell what it was like. Guan Zhong wanted to do something, but he didn't know what to do. At this time, what can I do?

In the end, he felt that at this time, he should cry once. So, he lay on the bed by himself and cried completely. When I cry, I don't even know why I'm crying. However, he still cried, and he cried very thoroughly, and cried vividly.

Later, when I thought about it, I couldn't figure out why I was crying at that moment. All separations are natural. The result of everything is logical. Why are you crying? Can it be said to be a grievance? Everything is willing, where is the need to cry?

That day, Guan Zhong cried like this, for no reason. However, after crying, he felt very happy and relaxed in his heart. Actually, that one cries. It is to draw a successful end to an unusual experience for yourself.

After that, Siyan didn't send the ticket. She said: That time at sea, the ship they were on caught fire and almost died in the Pacific Ocean. When you get off the boat, who wants to get a ticket? In hindsight, a ferry ticket may not always send people to the other side. Sometimes, it can also send people to a place you never want to go.

A year later, Seki Zhong also left Hiratanigawa.

Hiratanigawa, a town that is not easy to find on the map. Quietly waiting on the border of the motherland, but carrying the stories of so many people. So many comings and goings, so many joys, sorrows, and hatreds.

From now on, Siyan will never mention Hiratanigawa again, because no one around her knows that there is such a small town in this world. Guan Zhong rarely mentions Siyan again, because no one around him knows Siyan.

But, whether it is Guan Zhong or Siyan. Perhaps, there are many more. They all put the beautiful Hiratani River in the depths of their memories.