Butterfly flew away.
I stood in the window and watched the colorful sunlight shining on the green trees. Far away, the street is quiet and full of cultural details and the book market and guangbabun Computer City, where adults, children, girls, and girls carrying a bag of books are walking through. Very close to each other, there are people in the East Lake of boating every day. The bridge on the lake is busy, and the people in the group under the syutong tree on the bank of the lake are chatting, and the sun shines heavily. There was a dark blue-spotted butterfly flying, standing on my glass for a moment, fan the wings of deep temptation in the incandescent, two blue reflection of gold, and then left.
I can see that there is no omission in the whole process of flying and leaving.
Then the phone rang, and the sharp harsh voice was cold and cold. Drink the last cold black coffee in your hand, go over, view the incoming call information, and then press the access key. Then there was her indifference and slight female's hoarse voice coming from the distant end of the thread. Man was in the air of my room, lonely, but no emotion. As though mechanically and routinely, she occasionally calls me to show her feelings about her work and her life. I have always quietly pressed hands-free, quietly listened to it, and then hung up when there was no sound. She always waits for me to get down first.
In fact, even if there is no phone number, I can guess when and what she is doing. No one knows her better than me in this world. I know her people understand her mind, so of course she also understands her lifestyle and habits. I know that she is used to getting up early. She will adjust a cup of red wine and sit on the balcony to watch the sunrise, and then draw pictures. It's time to go to work, work hard, go to the gallery in the evening, and go home at night, before taking a break, she will first open her laptop, check if I am on sarro online, then leave a message, go offline, take a bath, and rest. Day after day. Occasionally, they can fly between countries in the sky. But if she is at home, she will go to Shui Lan-gun in the suburbs from Friday, where there is her island garden, where she draws, draws all day, what she draws ...... I also know. But I wanted to hear her voice, so I had occasional calls. Just like now.
I listened to the voice that didn't change my indifference. I thought about what was wrong and gave myself a cup of black coffee. I took the cup and squatted to the window. I didn't look at the outside scenery, but I just listened to her. The hot liquid in a cup is bitter.
The sun is still very intense.
For a long time, there was no sound. I took a sip of coffee and reached out, but I heard a gentle and contain the call of infinite pity. I held out, And the reached fingers solidified in the transparent air.
She said Jianming, are you listening?
Unexpectedly. For a few years, she never said a word to me?
The two old comrades who stayed after the war were always talking with the small universe of the soul when they were separated by more than a thousand miles away. Shi Ang is always talking, and Tong Hu is always listening. Then, on the eve of another departure, which would always be the eve of the departure, the Lady of the purple eyes asked her the only comrade-in-arms left behind with a very light VOICE: Tong Hu, are you listening ......
Are you listening? It seems that I have been listening to the same things as my child tiger, but I seem to have never paid attention to what she said. I just seem to be, just listen to the voice that is talking. In this way, can I listen?
After the blank and chaotic moments of pause, I flat myself and breathe in a short breath. I answered the question with the words exactly the same as that of my child tiger. I was listening.
She sighed and said, "I will go back tomorrow, but you should not pick me up at the airport.
With a bitter smile on the side of my lips, I let my tears fall down in my eyes and answered in a gentle voice. I know, I won't go, I won't see you again, we have already lost all the intersection points. For each other, we are all alone, I know.
A moment of suffocation silence. I heard her say I will go to you. Let's see Maman and xiaoxen together. Then I hung up the phone.
Let's see kaikai and Xiaojie! Do we have to use this as an excuse and a reason to meet each other?
Put down the receiver, reached out and wiped the tears, and I ran to the living room. On the map of the world in Paris, I drew a circle with a red microphone, I drew a circle in my city and connected it with a long and straight line. Next to it, I wrote: tomorrow, she will come here from that place!
Silly, I am still waiting and looking forward to it. Originally, I lost very unwilling. When the doorbell sounded, I was hitting the keyboard with a finger in front of the computer. I am digging. That is, it is writing RPG and sarro RPG. Since I participated in an RPG script and wrote a small e-G script on the rise of that year, I began to like this writing method very much, it is interesting to let the contestants name themselves and decide their identities. I have never been a playful child. I like to discuss the story development with people, because I can always have partners at that time.
I think of what many of my friends have said. I am a lonely and lonely child.
I stood up and walked out of my room to open the door.
At that moment, the wind blew in from the open window, blowing my blue floor-to-ceiling curtains rummaging and dancing, it beats my heart that is too weak to set up defense. I didn't think of it. I really didn't think of it. It was her outside the door.
"Jianming !" She still uses the sound of an iceberg that she was born to give her. What is my name.
"You ...... How come you ...... So fast ......" At this time, I wish I could have a wall of sighs, almost indestructible sighs, to protect myself. Although it was this wall that directly took the life of my sandha, my twelve gold, and turned them into sunshine, the wind also disappeared, and they could no longer find them. Even though, this almost indestructible sigh wall was finally destroyed in my sandha, my twelve gold into the dark sunshine.
"When I get off the plane, I will be here for you ...... How are you doing recently ?"
It is still ...... She still does not express her mood, so she chose the layer which remains unchanged but is safe. What she wanted to say ...... Will it miss me very much?
With a silent sigh in my heart, I raised a smile that I can reveal so far, and looked up at her: "Well, it's okay !"
Silence again. Suffocating.
At the beginning, we had nothing to say? Although she has always been a rare speaker ...... It won't be a long time to meet me, but I can't find anything to say ...... Yes ...... Is the relationship between the lost heart?
Later, I did not know how I allowed her to enter the door, but it seemed that we did not talk about anything. Then I turned and walked into the room, and she followed in and closed the door. Then there is nothing to say. That's the end of a day. I am hanging on the internet, QQ is invisible, and saradb is also invisible. Word is open, but a word is not entered. The web page is not updated. I don't know how I spent my whole day in a daze.
Then, when will we take a rest? I don't know. It seems that she finally couldn't stand the way I sat in front of the computer, and she was so angry that she ordered me to take a bath and rest. It seems like this. I don't know. Really, this time I really don't know.
The next day, she went to the cemetery and I followed her.
That day was just the day in the middle of the road in summer. It was very hot! Sultry! I couldn't bear to see the chaos of Grass leaves in the cemetery. I followed her and looked at the two headstones standing alone. I missed the host with the name engraved above through the unknown space, I thought about how the two friends who once loved me very much in the lively sunshine have actually become such a person? I looked up, closed my eyes, and did not dare to look at the fallen leaves and the blue sky that make people feel sad in summer. I still want to wonder why white people are dead and dead? Some people always leave, some stay alone, and then they will live the lives of those people in the days when they are only one person, so that they will never bear the endless thoughts and grief. As described in Saint Seiya. The dead have died, while the dead have survived.
Gui GUI, when you smile, can Mu Zhen, who lives in your heart, see it? However, I could never see kaikai, Dongzheng, or Shajia back to me so that I would not fall into the endless abyss with a smile ...... If you look up when you are sad, can you see the rainbow immediately? But why can't you see it ......
When you smile, you can see it by yourself ......
Some hot things slide over my face. I want to reach out and wipe it, but there is already a rough big hand gently wiped it for me. When I opened my eyes, I could only see a side shadow that turned around and then the back. Faye Wong sang the song. She woke up in the dark, and his memories had not changed. He promised not to say that the relationship was no longer, and his tears had not fallen. He forgot his feelings ......
In a few years, I have already turned into a butterfly that cannot fly across the sea?
Walking in step, behind her, I also left the cemetery, did not dare to look back that solitary may be less than a few hours to be baked by the sun the whole life of the bouquet ...... Who said that, when there is an encounter, there will be a parting, but also because of the parting, there will be waiting for suffering and the joy of reunion? All I know is that the reunion I have been waiting for has not brought me enough joy, so I have to face another parting.
Tomorrow at, I will go back to Paris.
If she couldn't say a word in a word, she was sitting there playing with the computer in her hand, have you ever thought about what kind of mood and expression I would like to hear this sentence? I can't see or feel it myself. It's strange that I don't feel my current expression. But in my heart, I suddenly encountered a black hole. It was very empty, and there was no material or black hole. Deep, it fell down so far and there was no end, you cannot find the straw you can catch. I don't know whether it's being dumped or disturbed ...... Then I heard my voice and replied mechanically: Oh, I know ......
Why? Why! What is the situation like this? Once upon a time, I was the best girl to her, and I was the best friend of her. What kind of space did I get lazy? Once upon a time, the most painful thing happened to me was that she left the only important position in her heart to me, And where did she disappear to silence? Is it true that it cannot be crossed? If such an obstacle exists, can it be no longer destroyed or as happy as before? No. When it does not exist at all? My sandha, my twelve gold men, finally not all destroyed the sighs wall which is said to have been indestructible for thousands of years? Even the stars, just the stars of mortals, have defeated the Pluto who are gods ...... A sunlight breaks down the protection barrier, and a fist ends the endless death ...... That power, that power ...... Can I?
But I am still so mechanical to say that I may have to regret it tomorrow: Be careful, I will be worried at home ......
What about you?
What?
What about you, Jianming?
I am not sharga, I am not a gold saint, and I am not a star, so no matter whether it is a wall of Sighs or a death, I can not challenge. I seem to be the goddess who can only stay in the magic tank, waiting for brave soldiers to come to rescue, praying for them again and again in my heart, sing the song that only they can hear. Hope they can come safely and come early. When she suddenly interrupted me and asked "What", I really felt like this-Miss yarn, you see, Saint Seiya ......
Don't you worry? Are you willing? Jianming! You lost to yourself!
......
If ...... If I have enough courage ...... Or if I don't have the courage, but I used to love the various gods, my sharga, and my twelve gold, even the stars ...... Can you give me the courage to stay with her and bring her back to me? Can you hear my requests in the distant other side of the world? Can you hear me ......
What are you talking about? You are an adult. I will laugh at you if you speak like this!
No! No matter who I pray for, I cannot hear my powerless requests ......
...... So ...... Good night, my ...... Jianming!
I looked down, and I heard her get up and go back to the room. I didn't dare to look up, because there was something wet and hot, dripping on the carpet under my knees ...... Then there was a sudden close of the door, and I looked up in a panic, but I could only see it ...... Painted in a light blue door, pale goose lights ...... When is the warm color so cold ...... Why do I feel so cold in this hot summer ......
I don't know if people who are cold can really get some slight warmth after holding their knees. All I know is, when Miss gauze finally escaped from the magic tank, xinger is no longer ......
I don't know. What kind of despair and heartache does a star feel when she dies again in front of her eyes and is no longer able to let the star rise again?
RUMBLING ...... Rumbling, When you once again hear about the death of Saja ...... Do you still scold her for saying "Sajia, even at the end of the world, I will not forgive you ...... At the end of the world ...... Are you sure you want to calm down and turn around to see the most important person you 've ever been so jealous? Even the masters of the seven seas and BIBO once dominated you, and you would be able to beat the ocean, right?
At the time of geological changes, which of the two butterflies were separated by each other on the Sea Island?
And I am always the one ...... I can't fly to the sea for a lifetime ............ |
