Chapter 11 Mingyue next year, He Cheng sees

Evening clouds gather to overflow the cold, Yinhan silently turns the jade plate; This life and this night are not good, Where will the bright moon look next year? -- Su Dongpo That big Japanese boy was on the phone in the streets of Taipei: "Teacher! How are you? I'm back in Taipei!" I called his name aloud. Once, I took conversation classes for him for eight months. I paid special attention to the frustrated face because of not being able to understand, and I was delighted by his serious efforts and rapid progress. After graduating, he went back to Taipei once, went to Qiongbi and Huangquan to inquire about my missing class location, and tried hard to find it.However, when I saw him appearing at the door of the classroom in a hurry, I was just surprised:

"Hey! How did you come here?" Embarrassed, under the gaze of the Chinese students, he said incompletely: "I'm going back to Taiwan...so, come and see the teacher!" "Look!" I said to the other students, "My Japanese student! You speak Chinese well!" Then they said goodbye hastily, less than two minutes before and after.When I finally knew that he spent a lot of effort to find me, it was some time after he returned to Japan. Therefore, this time when he asked cautiously: "Teacher! May I see you?" I made an agreement with him without thinking.

In the upcoming Mid-Autumn Festival, in front of SOGO Department Store in Taipei East District, there will be a variety of mooncakes for reunion.I can't help but think of the last Mid-Autumn Festival. I held a box of mooncakes and cut them into small even pieces myself, so that each piece of bean paste or jujube paste contained golden egg yolk.Then, deliver it to students from Japan and listen to them say "delicious" with a smile. I saw that Japanese student carrying a travel bag, standing alone in the crowd, staring at the moon cakes in a trance. When he saw me, there was a faint smile that wandered from memory and just returned.

We sat down in a coffee shop with transparent glass, and he told me about his work and life in Japan. I listened, and after a while, I realized that he was so fluent in Chinese that he was talking to me in my own language. "Your Chinese has improved a lot!" "I'm always practicing. Teacher! Look, I'm reading Zhuangzi now!" He showed me a few copies of Zhuangzi that he carried with him. "Look at Zhuangzi?" My tone was a bit unbelievable, even more surprising. "Hmm! I like Chuang Tzu. His thinking is...very good." We exchanged some thoughts on Zhuangzi, and when it comes to understanding, it is almost impossible to describe the boy's high spirits and the dejected appearance of lack of energy in the classroom.

After talking about Zhuangzi, we were silent for a while, not knowing what to say.I turned my head and looked out of the window. Vehicles of all sizes on Zhongxiao East Road were spreading like germs. If I can leave this city and travel in a foreign country, even if it is only for a moment.Suppose, I am riding a tour bus, lightly touch my forehead to the window glass, and watch the fruity peach orchards in the Japanese countryside pass by one by one. A rich fruity aroma floats in the air. My imagination went too far, I laughed at myself, and, looking back, ah-- On the table are four huge, plump, and as fresh as rouge peaches.

The boy on the opposite side was shy and she smiled, a little embarrassed, similar to the expression that she couldn't recite a book that day: "I don't know what gift to bring to the teacher. This one is very fresh. I'm afraid it will be crushed. It comes from Japan and I've been holding it in my hand. It's too hot and I'm afraid it will be damaged. It's okay, it's not broken..." He makes a deep bowing gesture: "Give it to the teacher!" Four fresh peaches from Japan, carefully held by a slender boy, came across the sea. Uphold completeness, uphold fragrance.

This happened before the Mid-Autumn Festival, which moved me a lot, but failed to save my precarious soul. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, I looked forward to the phone call with a feeling that I couldn't understand.The bell rings, a friend, but not someone I desperately desire. "Are you still retreating? But, I think, you should go home today, Mid-Autumn Festival." At that time, I was writing a dissertation in retreat. At the same time, I thought I had lost my unique love in the world, so I locked my heart deeply. To flee from all the kind inquiries, the tender consolations, of all friends, as if something within, something particularly precious, was dying, and had to die completely before it would be painful.However, that kind of near-death struggle often exceeds my expectations.

"Where are you?" I heard a hollow sound, like the wind, very free and unrestrained. "I am now in Penghu." "Really? How is Penghu tonight?" "It's... quiet here." Yes, if, don't listen to the echo of coins being swallowed at a great distance, it should be very quiet. "Is there a moon?" "Yes, nice moon." The bright moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.friend said. "Who said it?" My friend guessed wildly at the beach, from Sima Xiangru to Xu Zhimo, and kept inserting coins, just to prolong the call time, deliberately misinterpreted my prompt, and skipped Zhang Jiuling.

"You know." I said with a smile. "Yeah! I also know that today must be very difficult." I didn't speak. "However, you have to believe that there are always things in the world that will not change, and there will always be friends who will not leave." My friend called my name and said that the money has been cast: "You have to live a good life..." "Thank you," I said, but it was cut off, leaving nothing but void. I know that to live a good life, continue to love and continue to love and be loved, and sincerely believe in friends and emotions.I know it all, but I can't do it.

I even wrote back to a strange girl who had lost her love, telling her: "Every grief of losing a lover is actually the same, but I always feel more painful and embarrassing than others. On this road, there are many deeds of predecessors, and endless streams of descendants. Why indulge too deeply? It is better to float on the shore, It's a new place again. Isn't it good?" I can't do it, but I hope she can. However, the really difficult threshold was the third night after the Mid-Autumn Festival, when I was invited to hold a panel discussion for unmarried men and women at the moonlight party held by the newspaper, with the theme of "love".

At that time, my state of mind was so unsuitable for such a form and content, but it was already on the string, and there was no room for change. Curled up in the back seat of the taxi, wrapping his arms around himself, looking at the public phones passing by one after another on the street.Would it help if I could get out of the car, make a phone call, find any friends, vent about this pain that never seems to heal? "Where have you been? We're worried about you!" friends would yell. Then, lowering his voice, he said: "Don't cry! Where are you? I'll go find you..." The car drove onto the viaduct, and I finally gave up the chance to ask anyone for help. The moon is surrounded by thin clouds, a little hazy. Life is a satirical play full of absurdity - but I cannot begin with this sentence. Why have I persisted for so many years?Why believe?For a long time, many people and things, day after day, piled up my confidence.But because of just one thing and one person, everything collapsed?tear me apart? Across the ocean, my friend told me at night that there are always friends in the world who will not leave. Over the clouds and mountains, the boy brought sweet friendship from thousands of miles away, in exchange for my smile mixed with sorrow and joy. And I write off all these, just to insist on my own sadness. Every day someone loses an old love, and someone finds a new one, and that's the way it is. In the open-air meeting place, well-groomed men and women shuttled through, waiting or searching for a romantic encounter in autumn.The festive atmosphere makes every face radiant. Standing in the corner, I suddenly understood that nothing has changed in this world, and I have lost nothing.As for love, it always burns suddenly on nights when the moon is particularly bright. Taking a deep breath and straightening my back, I walked towards the center where the lights gathered. These are all about the Mid-Autumn Festival last year. During the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, I may have gone to a phone booth by the seaside of Penghu and called a friend: "Haha! Guess where I am?" Perhaps under the guidance of Japanese boys, they ran and jumped into the orchard to pick ripe peaches. Maybe, start a real love affair.