In March, when the grass grows and the warbler flies, Gu Xiaoying's new book is on the shelves. The day before the official sales began, Sang Li received a courier from G City: a sample booklet in two volumes, with a plain white cover, and the pattern is in the style of light cyan splashed ink landscape, simple and elegant. The afternoon sun was warm and soft, and Sang Li just sat quietly on the seat near the glass window in the corner of "You and Me Coffee", stretched out his hand, and gently brushed the title of the book with his slender fingers—Farewell Song. Once, Gu Xiaoying joked: Sang Li, one day, I will write a book for you, and the name will be called it.

You see, now, she really did. Sang Li gently opened the new book that was still smelling of paper. On the title page, Gu Xiaoying's handwriting caught his eye. There was only one line: Farewell is also a song! It is a cursive style without losing the atmosphere, with occasional continuous strokes, but sharp edges and corners. It's like Gu Xiaoying - he laughs heartlessly, but his heart is clear and clear. Thinking like this, she seemed to remember the last time she saw Gu Xiaoying, she stood in front of him with a calm tone but a look of pity in her eyes. She said: Sang Li, you will regret it.You know that one day in the future, when you have everything, you will regret it.

Now, Sang Li finally knows that even if she has nothing, she will still regret it. Thanks to Gu Xiaoying's always delicate brushwork, those old events, in this quiet afternoon, came rushing to her face with a heavy dust of time. She also saw that carefree time, Nan Yang, who was four years older than her, was holding her hand and running in the afternoon with the strong fragrance of hibiscus; she saw the boy she had loved so much on that night when the gorgeous fireworks bloomed. Xiang Ning kissed the corner of her lips lightly... That was the most true and pure nineteen years of her life. Occasionally, she dreamed that she wished she could fall into a deep sleep and never wake up.

However, every night, what appears most in dreams is not such romance. It was a woman with a pretty face and a luxurious temperament, but there was a ruthless look in her eyes.She was wearing a pure black dress and stood on the roof. When the wind blew, the black dress fluttered in the wind, like a witch's magic robe! She held a glass bottle containing light yellow liquid in her hand, and said with a sneer: Sang Li, you have two choices, one is to jump from here, the other is to wash your face with this bottle of sulfuric acid. Her voice is like a knife, from now on, every night will cut Sangli's peace into pieces!

Thinking of this, in the afternoon sun, Sang Li couldn't help shivering slightly. After a long time, she slowly raised her head and turned to look out the window. What a perfect day: the trees are sprouting, the flowers are budding, and spring is quietly falling.So does it mean that another cycle of four seasons has begun? Well, just like that, another year. Nothing has changed this year, and the days are so simple that they seem to be fraying: she is still like a dormant cat, sitting in the corner of "You and Me Coffee" every day, near a whole wall of floor-to-ceiling windows in a daze.She likes to watch the mothers pushing baby carriages talking to their babies, and also likes to see the running and jumping students flying kites in the square in front, and even the shopping bags of housewives are worthy of attention... She just watched quietly , not talking, not participating, just watching.

Gradually, in such persistent watching, Sang Li gained a skill: she knew what time it was by looking at the position of the sun and the brightness of the sun.Unless it was raining heavily, even if it was cloudy, she would be able to make a good guess. In the corner of "You and Me Coffee", she is far away from the world, and the world has forgotten her. Speaking of "You and Me Coffee" where Sang Li insists on stationing every day, the name is very vulgar, but the location is very good - it is the front room on the first floor of Block B of "Sakura Garden Green View", the premier real estate in this city, with a small fountain in front of it square.In fact, "Sakura Garden Green View" is not a big real estate. The reason why the house price is expensive is that it is willing to plant a large cherry blossom tree in such a mid-level location.Every April, those cherry blossoms are in full bloom, light pink in color, and when the wind blows, they will float down, like a dream.

At this time, Sang Li would sit in the cherry blossom forest, wear brightly colored skirts, and bask in the sun while watching the cherry blossoms.Occasionally sings, such as the aria from Madame Butterfly. She likes that phrase: This voice is as beautiful as before, and all pain will be forgotten. Perhaps, all the pain will really be forgotten, because everyone knows that after a sleep, a new day will come. And this day is actually nothing special. The difference is that there is such a beautiful woman sitting on the sofa in front of Sang Li, her back is facing Sang Li, so Sang Li is lucky to see the man sitting opposite the beautiful woman: good-looking facial features, decent suit , the tie is diagonal stripes, the stripes are not too thick, and the gradient colors match well, reminding Sang Li of Shen Jie who also likes this kind of tie.But this man is not like Shen Jie, he looks gentler than Shen Jie, and his skin is fairer.

The woman's voice gradually became louder, and Sang Li could hear her voice even when she was lying on the table: "If you love me a little, will I leave? My daughter is so small, do you think I'm willing?!" Sang Li was stunned for a moment, and wanted to laugh a little - if he left, he would leave, if he really couldn't bear to part with his "daughter", how could he leave?Women are all duplicity like this, right?I used to be like this too, but maybe I am a little higher than her because I never put on a noble coat on myself, let alone blame others for my mistakes.

Sang Li admitted that she was not a good girl, and later she was not a good woman.However, she never lied to anyone: Nan Yang, Xiang Ning, Shen Jie, Liang Weisong... These people walked through her life, leaving their own traces - love or hatred. During this process, she never concealed those thoughts that were neither good nor noble in her heart. She even expressed it more than once: I am not worthy of love, so don't use "love" to ask me. You see, in this world, the so-called love or not love is mostly nothing but self-inflicted blame. Sang Li still looked at the man opposite him with interest.

He kept his head down all the time, so Sang Li couldn't see his expression clearly.But her interest has been mobilized, so she kept a prostrate posture to peep.From the gap between the two sofas, she could clearly see the man's hands clasped together, with slender fingers and a light-colored ring on the ring finger of his left hand—married, so is this the original spouse's complaint or the third party's farewell speech? Sang Li felt that he was getting more and more interested. After waiting for a long time, the beautiful woman did not wait for the man's answer.She finally sighed deeply, stood up, picked up the small golden handbag, pressed a 50-yuan note under the glass, turned and left.Just as she was about to walk past Sang Li, Sang Li heard her sighing voice: "Matthew, from now on, I'll call you Matthew. Since it is necessary to continue meeting, it's better not to become an enemy."

She turned her face slightly, and Sang Li saw the mist in her eyes, and then heard her say, "You can call me Shania when we meet again. As for the name you like, I'm sorry, it doesn't belong to me." She turned and walked away quickly.Sang Li felt a little baffled: they broke up, why bother with a name? She looked back at the man sitting not far away, his expression was still so quiet, his posture hadn't changed, he was still sitting there with his head bowed and hands clasped.Sang Li noticed that the cuff buttons of his suit were black regular hexagons with gold trim, which he had never seen before, but they were obviously very nice. Is his name Matthew?Sang Li recalled the name in his heart, and couldn't help but squish his lips: I really wonder why people with a little bit of culture and money insist on giving themselves a foreign name?It seems that this is more worthy of my work, my circle and even the community I live in. Still, Matthew is a nice name. Sang Li remembered that when she was very young, Nan Yang, who was 4 years older than herself, told herself a story, which was "Anne of Green Gables".In that, Annie relied most on Matthew, who could be regarded as both her adoptive father and elder brother.She still remembers the beginning of the story, Matthew driving a carriage, carrying a red-haired and nagging girl back to Green Gables Farm. Thinking of this, she raised her head again to look at the man across from him. Ten minutes later, he was still sitting there with his head down! The coffee in front of him should have been cold long ago, and the sunlight shone through the glass window beside him, casting a nice shadow on him. Such a man, young and handsome, should look high-spirited when he raises his head, but he actually has a child? "囡囡" - Well, it's also a cute name.It should be a cute little girl, how old is she, does she know that her mother is leaving? Thinking of this, Sangli suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart: Mom—how many children in this world can't stay with their mother?