Chapter 21 bid farewell

We can't see the first days At first only love Lei, your hands are really hot. You have a fever. What is it?We left Beijing from here in 1987, and now we have come to this intersection again, but there is no Yinger at all.Maybe it's a new store, maybe it's the old one we called.On the afternoon when we were about to leave the country, we wandered around, looking for Yinger at the intersection, and walked all the way to the small alley in the innermost part of the Paint Block.A young man came out and said: Yinger?It seems that there is no such place.A woman with a child was also thinking about it beside the cart, and finally we found the yard with elm trees at the door.

The courtyard is full of small kitchens.Her grandma was at home, it was a north room, it was tidy, and it was completely different from the hall of her house I imagined later.There are white towels on the sofa and a bookcase. Let's sit down and talk to her grandma. Her grandma said: Xiaoyingzi, what's the matter, what's the matter.Speak English well, and always write.Said: I want to be able to write and write.Ying'er later said: Her grandma can write, and once she asked her how to write "硌力". .” When it was getting dark, we stood up, and her grandma said: Yinger went to her classmate.At this time Yinger appeared by the door.

"Ah!" cried out loudly.She was wearing a white dress and had a surprised expression on her face. What did we say, as if we said, "Feng Shi San Niang", she didn't understand. The light shone into the yard, and the white towel on the sofa became even whiter.She sent us out, and the dark blue of the evening covered the entire street like sea water.As we walked, the streetlight shone on her; I put my hand on her shoulder, her eyes were black and flickering, she looked at me and grabbed my arm without hesitation. In the letter, she said: I don't know what to do.That intersection floated away like a handkerchief, and she knew she had to go another way, far away, to find us.

We walked through the lights without looking back, like stones sunk into the sea. I know the wind blows her, her skirts, she walks alone. I said: I must see her again. That's why I want a home, away from the world, with her.