Han and I broke up as if it was yesterday.

I had a big fight with Han that day, and I said you go, don't come back. She looked at me aggrievedly, with something flashing in her eyes: "I'm sorry, Jiahui." I looked at her and didn't dare to recall every word she said: "I'm going to immigrate to a Chinese American... what my parents introduced. I told them all about our affairs, but..." I almost roared angrily: "Stop talking! I know what you mean. I have nothing, I won't give you happiness, I will also affect your future! Let's say goodbye, just pretend that we have never met anyone!" I turned around and left without looking back. In an instant, some cold liquid burst out from my sockets.

Rain. Those cold raindrops whipped on the face, and whether it was tears or rain, they mixed and meandered into their mouths, salty and astringent.

Behind me, I still vaguely felt her bleak and cold gaze...

The next morning, I carried my luggage and boarded a train full of people who were as lost as me from the big northern city in the north with many beautiful memories. I came to an unknown town in the south.

I know that I leave just because I can't face it.

That's all.

There is a quaint atmosphere in this town, which is radiant from a long time. Most of the buildings in the town stay in old tile houses built decades ago. A very strong cultural atmosphere, I like it. But the weather in the southern town is always rainy and rainy. This humid and slightly fragrant smell of soil, mixed with the local accent that drifts with the wind, gives me an indescribable narrow meaning... There is no noise of a big city, only the peace of a small town. I think - I belong here.

So, I decided to settle down here.

I applied for an editorial department, which is an editorial department in a small county town. There are only a dozen people, but they have all the internal organs. The editor-in-chief is Li, a middle-aged man in his fifties. He vented his anger on others when he has nothing to do, and everyone called him Li Datou. There are also several reporters, among which Lin Zi is the most talkative one, but he was a little shameless, and that was the flattery of the Gonggong and him. Opposite my desk was a girl, An, a new colleague who came to me at about the same time. She is from the south, but I heard that his father was a big official in a city in the south. It was easy for him to arrange her better job. As for why she came to this backward small county town, it has always confused me.

Time passes so quickly, and it’s been a while. Although life is dull, the biggest benefit of dullness is that it can slowly smooth out your wounds.

To me, too.

People in the town are not very talkative. Those passers-by are silent, as if they are all in their hearts. The simple town, simple buildings, and simple people just seem too quiet...

An is, she and I are editors. Every day she always bury her head and reads the manuscripts, or reads the letters from readers. She sits for a day. I only remember the only thing she said to me. It was on the first day I first came. When the editor-in-chief introduced me, she looked up at me and said, "Hello." Then, she lowered her head and looked at her manuscripts. An is not a beautiful girl that makes people's eyes shine. But over time, you will find that she is very meticulous, very attractive, and very friendly. In fact, what has always attracted me is that from the first sight of her, I suddenly realized that there was a blue in her eyes - it was a melancholy and confused deep blue. That feeling attracted to me, so I seemed to have found a kind of similarity and I began to pay attention to her.

The editorial department's story is not like Wang Shuo

novel

It is so colorful, and more importantly, the people in this town seem to lack something called humor, and it is difficult to hear laughter here. I have always tried every means to get close to An, but her cold attitude is like an iceberg emitting air conditioning, which makes my words freeze when they reach my mouth, and I can't release my warmth...

An accidental party and outing made the distance between An and me no longer so far. That day, because of climbing the mountain, she was a little afraid of heights, so I signaled her to hold my hand, and she finally agreed. After that, I suddenly discovered another her - it turned out that she was also very cheerful and sunny... After that, they all said that An changed and would make her smile, so the color of the editorial department finally became brighter.

One night, An and I were strolling down the tower of the town. The moonlight like water poured down, flowing on the rolling hills, and there was a fog around. An raised his head and said quietly, "Don't you want to know my past?" I turned around and smiled, "You want to say, you will naturally tell me." She looked at me: "I have a boyfriend who is childhood sweetheart, but unfortunately he died." "Oh?" I said, "Do you love him?"

"Yeah." She replied softly.

"So you're so melancholy."

She turned her head, looked at me, then looked up at the bright moon, long eyelashes, and the shadows projected under her were like a misty forest, covering the caves in her eyes, which were very beautiful.

I think she acquiesced.

"Where are you?" She turned around and looked at me.

"Me?" I looked at her in surprise.

"What do you think will happen?" I sighed softly.

"You must have it!" She suddenly raised her voice, as if she was very sure.

...

I lowered my head and felt like the wound was torn again.

It hurts a lot.

The heartache trembled throughout the body, and the history that was sought to be buried were excavated and displayed in front of me.

"Yes, I have..." I told him that her name was Han, and I kept wondering why she called this name, or was it that she was a cruel and cold-blooded person?... Just on the eve of graduation, she cruelly told me that she would not be with me anymore, just because I had nothing, so she would leave with the person named Richa. I sneered. What's ridiculous is that our four-year relationship was trampled on and wasted. Those oaths under the moon, compared to money, are shit and worthless...

"Forget her, so do I." The voice was empty and pale.

She wore a white dress and her long hair floated around her forehead.

Suddenly I had a feeling that I had to trust her - and she was worthy of my trust.

...

In the days that followed, I seemed to have found myself again. She and I were chasing the park lawn, and the calm lake also left us laughing and laughter. I felt that the lost joy returned...

Until one day, she did not come. She took sick leave. After she became ill, everything returned to her original position, as if nothing had happened and nothing had happened.
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