Brew a cup of melted Nescafe, turn on the computer, let the ears ring the "autumn whispers" that I just harvested yesterday, listen to the smooth sound of the piano like the popularity of the picture, open the mailbox, and an unfamiliar email appeared in front of me, a letter from distant Japan that did not say who I was but just made me guess:

Hello. It's been a long time since I've been in touch with you. I guess you can't remember who I am, do you? Are you okay? Guess where I am? I've been in Japan for three months. Do you remember who I am? That's all I can say right now, because there's going to be class. I'm going back. I'll tell you about my situation slowly next time. I would also like to know how you are doing.

All right. Good luck.

Good bye!

There is no beginning title, no end name, except for the unfamiliar English letter on the email address, I can't remember at all who is around me or who I know in Japan, I search for memories one by one, and it seems that the people who will go abroad are still in China. Jingjing may be the most likely, but in her memory, she always didn't like Japan very much, and every time she traveled, she would choose the United States or South Africa to feel the prosperity and desolation. I can't think of anyone else who would have gone to study in such a faraway country as Japan after the only friend who might have been excluded from going abroad.

I could only read all the words in the email again and again, and finally landed on the email address of those English letters, which was not an English word or a fluent Chinese, and I finally knew who it was after breaking it down one by one. A girl from Inner Mongolia with a Mongolian name, a teacher who once chatted with me online for less than a year, and a girl with a dreamy name of "night primrose" in 263. I don't know exactly how old she is, I just know that she is a teacher, and I just know that she was once "bewitched" by me deeply and unintentionally. It takes less than ten minutes to add up to what she said on the phone, but in the chat room, the records can reach hundreds of pages. From the realization of the ridicule to the later chase of her actual game, I have always kept myself "sanity" on the Internet, and not let myself fall into the trap of the game, perhaps because I don't like the game. Later, we communicated like friends, telling each other's truest lives and ideals in words. I regret why I made a mistake, or the chat records would still be saved in my computer, and I searched over and over again for the vague things in my memory, and over and over again searched for everything in my memory of the girl I had never met.

The first Mongolian girl to communicate with me, with the voice and feelings of the steppe nightingale in my imagination, but also with the high ambition of the grassland eagle, she finally realized her dream of going abroad, remember the last call when she was still working in a private school in Hohhot, sitting in her office listening to my call, it has been almost a year, the last email sent to her is an article I wrote myself, remember that is also her wish, if there is a new text out must remember to send it to her, And that text is the first part of my novel "Looking for Feelings", when she replied to my email, she said that she might go out at the end of the year, but then I lost her contact address after the 263 mailbox began to charge, maybe the phone can still find her, but I never let myself pick up that light microphone. Judging from the time, maybe not long after she replied to my email, she really realized her wish, from a poor rural girl to her own life, maybe I should be happy and blessed for her, maybe I should be proud of her.

So what can a distant email bring me? Sitting in the office, I was thinking that the two names that could not be connected were a person, a girl who had brought her a little happiness in the past, in a foreign country. Maybe in the past three months, she has begun to adapt to the strange life in a strange country, and I am still in Chongqing, a city that I can't describe in words, inexplicably surviving, I don't know my direction in the daily busyness, just like the blank in my mind at the moment, although my hands are constantly tapping on the keyboard, but my thoughts are empty, and my ears are still echoing with "Destiny", what kind of station has my destiny come to under my feet, and what kind of end or journey will I go to, I'm confused and don't know what to do!

Maybe I should thank you for this email from a foreign country, maybe I should really let myself know that life comes from the beginning and the process, but I have worked so hard in this year to pursue the result, the result of the dream, ignoring the life that should be remembered and treated seriously in the process, this year I lost only myself and there is only a body。。。。。。 This life starts with my own choice, in fact, I have been trying to pursue those happiness in a process, but why have I forgotten this year, maybe I can find many, many reasons for myself to convince myself, maybe I can find many, many explanations for myself, but I also know that I have gone wrong this year, maybe it is the comfort of life that makes me forget the struggle, maybe I am used to a comfortable life and forget life.

Thank you, my friend Sarula, for bringing a little fragrance to my chaotic night, just like your name! If at some point in my life I gave you something that made you feel rewarded, today you have brought me the same reward. Life is really so wonderful, sowing a seed in the heart of a stranger, only to reap the same mood in the coming year! In the network I reap my wealth, when I refuse the beginning of the game in the network to today recycle my indifferent wealth, I am satisfied!

The coffee was a little cold, and my words ended here.