Chapter 17 Postscript: Love to Cangshan Erhai

The day after finishing this collection, I flew to Kunming to sign a sale, and then decided to go to Dali and Lijiang to rest for a few days.It is already the end of June when I came back from Lijiang.The cities in the north are suffocatingly hot, and there are always many pedestrians on the streets. Standing under the scorching sun, I felt for the first time that I no longer belonged to the city. The girl still dresses so complicatedly in Dali City, layer upon layer of lace skirts, kimono-style satin tops, and more than half of her fingers wear colorful rings, and she is teased by her friends who have lived in Dali City for a long time .She was a little embarrassed by the laughter.No one knew that she had been living so carefully and meticulously in the city.Never really let go of myself for even a moment.She gradually learned to be simple in Dali. She wore rough white shirts and square-mouth shoes hand-sewn by local Naxi old women. She didn’t wake up until noon. Water drops across the street to the CD store across the street to listen to music and choose records.She likes it more and more, and will move to the music.She has always liked dairy products, and drinking the yogurt here will make her life extraordinarily sweet. She hugged a large bunch of daisies bought from the market early in the morning, and when she passed the large glass window, she found that the girl's face had been tanned faintly crimson.She used a small apron to bring back a lot of fresh red bayberries. The red bayberries here are really delicious, so plump, like a lively heart that gushes out blood at any time.She also saw many puppies and liked them very much. If she stayed here from now on, she would also raise one, she always thought so.

When it rains at night, the wooden attic will rattle whenever someone passes by.The quilt was a bit damp, the person next door was still playing the guitar, and the people waiting to watch the European Cup were still in high spirits.The wooden door of the inn was closed, so she couldn't get out, but she really wanted to go out and buy something to eat.In the end, she had to sit on the wooden stairs of the inn, with the music of Puda Bar playing in the earphone plugged into one ear-she never thought that she would like this Buddhist music so much.In such days, she couldn't remember the novels she had written, and the scattered love in them.It's really like what her friend who has lived in Yunnan for a long time told her, when she gets here, the first thing to do is to forget and not think about anything anymore.

She gradually fell asleep, feeling that she could finally unload those heavy stories and love.She was thinking, whether she should stop here, whether she is willing, those people and details she wrote in the book in 2003-2004, those dark purple or deep red emotions.Those people, they all came to say goodbye to her, whether she wanted it or not.Her photographer, her hermit in her cottage, her tender man with a girl's little toe in his mouth, her insane little male companion who wears a skirt to the street, her troubadour who made it clear that he would take her away... …She loves them, and she hides them in this deeply stitched story and love, and only dares to tear them out one by one to greet them after a few years when she is no longer moist.

Like the end of the movie, the book.On the last day of the girl's stay in Lijiang, she sat in a bar called Blue Pages and watched the three boys' band practice.She sat on the table by the door and smoked.Twenty-one years old, just cut her head like Cleopatra, her eyes are surprisingly big.When she saw herself through the big glass, she smiled contemptuously—this girl is like a lie, seemingly incomparably beautiful, but no one will know that she is now empty, and all the previous love has been filled A book called , and this book is being printed in the distant Beijing, how unrestrained love and emotion are vividly pressed on the cold paper.At this moment, there is a gentle person singing "The Moon Represents My Heart" in her ears, and she feels soft, moving lips that can tell stories and kiss her, cruising over her like a ship on the sea in the middle of the night.She pricked up her ears, wanting to know, and also heard the sound of the sea tide approaching in the distance, this place is close to Erhai Lake.Cangshan, Erhai, how eloquent and touching words, how indifferent people, can't help but say the oath and forever.

She vaguely felt that if there was a new love coming, there must be, there must be, of course there must be.she thought firmly. Also: I would like to express my deep gratitude to the two sisters of Huahuaguoguo. This book is called "The Love of My Two Editors".Dare I say, the love between us is the deepest and truest editor-writer love ever.There is also my little sister Yan He, this girl and I still change shoes, slandering each other's men who appear next to each other, for fear that someone will take away the place that can't be heavier in each other's heart.Finally, I would like to thank my parents. My bright eyes come from them, and I am so honest and sincere when I look at you and my words.

Zhang Yueran In the afternoon of June 25, 2004, at Lijiang Blue Page Bar