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It was an unforgettable memory for Jing's life. It settled down in the torrent of time, like a small broken diamond.When Jing walks through the night, they are the lights that accompany her for a while under the sky. She remembers the non-stop train from Kunming to Dali. She remembers the record store on the corner of the foreign street and the shy girl selling records. She remembered the small houses by the Erhai Lake and the stalls selling grilled fish. She remembered the milk tea in the Tibetan bar and the old lady selling gardenias. She remembered drinking a wine called Lijiang Xiaoqiexiang one night in Lijiang.

She remembers the intoxicating Puda Bar music and the steady Buddha on the record cover. She remembered that the little wooden figurines they bought were a couple in Naxi dresses, one for each of them. She remembered the handmade straw sandals he bought for her from an old Naxi woman, with a copper coin engraved with the word "Fu" on it. She remembered the bonfire in the bistro, and they fell asleep cuddled up after drinking. She remembered that in the small bar with a band in the afternoon, when they saw her tears, they played a song "The Moon Represents My Heart", and her man sang softly in her ear.

She remembered an announcement on the youth hostel message board where they were looking for travel companions. She remembered the hand-painted maps and recycled paper books they bought at Haizi Bookstore. She remembers, she remembers. It's hard for Jing to imagine what she would have become if Shen He hadn't taken her away at that time.Are you mentally fragile, with dull eyes, living on those white worry-relieving pills all day... Jing couldn't imagine it. They flew to Kunming by plane and then went to Dali by train.On the train from Kunming to Dali, Shen He hugged Jing and told her softly: When we arrive in Dali, life will become easier. We can just listen to music, sleep, and take a walk every day.Or we could open a small bar or a small bookstore there.Shen He thought about it, laughed, and asked Jing: Which one do you think we should drive?

Jing said, they are all open, stay in the bookstore during the day, and stay in the bar at night. Shen He smiled and said, no, you are going to bask in the sun, you can't stay in the house all day. Jing was having a fever at that time, but she felt that she had completely calmed down.She was very tired and wanted to sleep. Before falling asleep, she murmured: I think we are like a young couple who eloped. That train would take a whole night, and between the two places were stations too small to be named.The carriage was very dilapidated, the lights had been turned off, and the surroundings were very quiet.They huddled together on a small lower bunk.She woke up in the middle of the night, opened the curtains of white gauze, and clearer moonlight came in.Such a large piece fell on Shen He's face.So I can see every mole, every tiny wrinkle, and every little crevice on my chin.Even the scar, a two-centimeter-long colorless depression on the right face can be seen.Jing stretched out her fingers and slid across it gently, and the moonlight followed her, gently as if trying to smooth it.

Shen He whispered to Jing's ear and told her that it was the medal he left from fighting with boys when he was a child.Shen He also said that everything will be fine, and the wounds on the heart and mouth are like this, they are commemorative badges.When you're awarded a commemorative badge, you're even bigger than you were.You should be proud of yourself too. Jing sighed, pointed to the position of the heart and said: I have a lot of badges here. Shen He stroked her head and said: So you are a great Jing. Jing touched the scars on Shen He's face again, and she thought, yes, they will all become colorless depressions or protrusions on the skin, just like the earth will not cry because of the ocean and mountains, and we will no longer cry for those depressions and raised sorrow.

Shen He looked out the window and said to Jing, the train is very powerful, don't you think? What's great?Jing asked suspiciously. Shen He didn't answer immediately, and pulled Jing to sit on the two simple seats by the window.He asked Jing to look at the railroad tracks, and said: You know, when I was young, I lived at my grandma's house in the country for a while, which was very close to the railroad tracks, and we often played beside the railroad tracks.Nails, uh, you know how we make those long thin nails into toys? Jing shook her head.Shen He continued: We put a nail on a rail, and then walked away. When the train whizzed by, we went closer to the rail to pick up the nail. It had been crushed and flat. Very smooth, it became the shape of a small sword.This is our boys favorite.You said, isn't the train very powerful?

Jing smiled thinking about the shriveled miniature sword, and nodded: It's very powerful. But Shen He said seriously, but there is one more thing that is more powerful than trains, and that is time.As time goes by, everything will become very flat and smooth. Another commemorative badge.Jing immediately took his words and said comprehensibly. Well, commemorative badges. Their home in Dali is a room on the second floor of a small hotel.The room is very humid, and it will leak when it rains, but in front of it is a large platform full of flowers, and the lighting is quite good. There is even a separate small kitchen, from the stove to the blowing fan. Play house.Jing and Shen He slept until nearly noon every day, and then washed their hair without blowing it dry. They could walk on the famous road of protecting the country with water drops.They all wore simple coarse clothes, loose and bulky.Jing rolled up her hair loosely, and took a big spoon to wash rice and cook porridge.Then I called the little fruit seller who was passing by carrying a pole, and she bought a handful of big red bayberries that gushed out juice, and brought them back with an apron.They ate fruit and watched the music channel, and the old twenty-one-inch TV was so bad that when it rained, it lost the signal.

Jing and Shen He quickly integrated into the circle of young people there, and everyone liked them very much: they had seen the world and could tell some unheard stories; they were also very generous, often giving money and food to peasant children.Those people quickly regarded them as members of this big family and invited them to participate in everyone's activities.Jing has not yet recovered and is very weak, but she is willing to watch from the sidelines.Jing likes to watch Shen He play football with them.Such a vast world makes one really want to shout out loud.When it got dark, they quietly went to the orchard to steal peaches, even if they had already bought peaches at home, they didn't want to eat them, so they came here to steal them.Just for the excitement, in fact, it was just a symbolic way to take a few people, but he really ran away in a hurry like a thief.

They went to Lijiang again later, listening to people playing and singing in a small bar, Jing took out her eyebrow pencil and left a message in their guest book, so that Shen He could not see it.Jing wrote: Good days and good times.At that time, she thought, if Shen He came here again many years later and saw this line of comments in his notebook, he would be filled with emotion... Release carp on the banks of Lijiang.It was getting late, and a young woman in gorgeous Naxi clothes stood by the wooden barrel filled with carp, holding flower-shaped candles in her hands.Shen He took out the money and gave her, and she scooped up two carp in a small wooden bucket.she holds

Candles sent Jing and Shen He to the water's edge. They bent down, smiled at each other, and closed their eyes to make a wish.Then put the bright red carp into the water.They swam away in an instant, and by the dim candlelight, one could see the two fish tails swaying and parallel gradually disappearing in the water. Lijiang dances and dances at night, just like Jiangnan in the old days, full of decadent red.They sat and drank by the gurgling river, and the warmth of the lights made people gradually sleepy and fell asleep.Shen He said, I wish I could live like this all my life, how wonderful it is.It was already summer, and Jing's illness had fully recovered. I don't know if the water and soil in Yunnan really have miraculous healing effects, or the large coverage of happiness made Jing look like a regenerated wheat seedling after winter, and it was a new beginning.Jing's skin was a little tanned, her body became very healthy, and she was able to lead those girls running while stealing peaches.

They traveled to and from Dali and Lijiang, and went to the surrounding snow-capped mountains and ancient cities. Their daily life was so simple that they didn't even read or write.Just like that, when they sat on the edge of the water in Lijiang and gradually fell asleep without any worries, they all felt that it would be so good if their whole life was like this.But is it really possible to "no worries"? Shen He knew that sometimes Jing would get up in the middle of the night.She leaned in front of the desk, took out the recycled paper notebook they bought and wrote one by one.Shen He believes that he is the person who knows Jing best, and he knows that writing is an instinct she was born with.No matter how rough the road is, no matter how long you have deviated from this road, you will eventually come back here.Cong Wei is like this, and so is Jing.He knew that Jing would be willing if they lived the simplest and primitive life like hermits.But he knew she had regrets in her heart.Maybe when she dreams back in the middle of the night, she will think of the writing path that she just started, she will think of the honor and recognition she just got, and she will miss those readers who like her... But she may only get up in the middle of the night, Lying on the table and writing quietly like this, she was afraid that Shen He would see what was on her mind. Such a life is not a kind of depression for Jing.This girl who has gone through a repressed childhood and a repressed girlhood, what reason does she have to take on another part of the repression that may last a lifetime.Jing is destined to be an independent woman, let her live here as a little wife who depends on him, is this the way he loves her.Shen He only felt that the world was ever-changing, and it was always unpredictable to meet and leave, but he said that he would always walk with her, as long as he could.That being the case, where does it make any difference.And he knows that Jing now is much stronger than before.What's more, there is Cong Wei... Can he just leave her alone? She came to him, he is the last hope of this poor woman. Jing also knew how much Shen He sacrificed for her.Regardless of his family and Cong Wei, he brought her here like this, took care of her meticulously, stayed with her like a shadow, and urged her to bask in the sun, yes, she always had plenty of sunshine.However, such love is too dependent.Jing couldn't imagine how she would live if Shen He disappeared from her life one day.And Shen He has to bear her such a burden all day long, and be cut off from the world from now on, will he be willing?Have you been willing?Cong Wei is in a trance, helpless, and waiting for him to take care of him. Is he and Cong Wei's ten-year relationship just ignored like this?And herself—she didn't want to lie to herself about how much she wanted to keep writing.It was a boat moored in her dream. She never knew how wonderful it was, but every time she boarded it, she went to an unknown place... At the end of the summer, these two people with their own minds walked into the sun at the same time.It was very late in the morning when the sun and rain fell in the ancient city, but the small shops on both sides hadn't opened yet.Jing and Shen He stood in the middle of the narrow road extending east to Erhai Lake and west to Cangshan Mountain, looking at each other peacefully.The whole town is so quiet, you can vaguely hear the music of "Flower of India" playing in the closed record store.Dreams are always like laborious amber, which stops abruptly when it condenses to such a scale. Shen He smiled and said to Jing: Let's go back. Ok.Jing responded to him. I know that writing brings you great joy, and that is your fortune.I don't want you to be unhappy all the time because you lost them.Shen He said. Me too, I don't want to be a deserter.Jing said firmly. Well, Jing has so many badges, which is amazing, how could he be a deserter?Shen He was also very firm. But Shen He, I'm a little scared... Jing said suddenly. afraid of what? I'm afraid that we will get involved in all kinds of troubles again, and I will lose you... What if I lose you? Will not.I'll walk with you, as far as I can. What if you can't? …Actually, you don’t have to be afraid of anything, you remember what I said, time passes by and everything is flat and slippery again.