Heart has a thousand knots

Chapter 11

When I was there, I really wanted to reach out, hold her slender fingers tightly, and press a kiss on her smooth face.

However, I did not do this.

([-]) Where is Rimu Township Pass?

During the Spring Festival of 2005, the company had a seven-day holiday.

On the afternoon of the holiday, there was joy in the company.Yu Xiaoman said: Momo, when you come back from Sichuan, don't forget to bring us some special products.

I smiled and nodded, but my heart was a little lost. This Spring Festival, I can't see the fireworks in Chengdu.I don't know when and what month I will meet with Chengdu.

After returning home at night, Jiang Qiuyue was busy packing her luggage.Xiaoyan has already booked a direct flight to Shenyang for her.Two days ago, she asked me if I wanted to go back to Chengdu for the New Year.

Before nine o'clock, I went to bed and lay down.He rested his head on his head, stared at the ceiling, and didn't blink until his eyes couldn't bear the fatigue and ached.

Missing home?I don't know when Jiang Qiuyue sat by my bed.

I didn't answer her, because even I couldn't explain where my home was.

My father has lived with my elder brother in Dujiangyan, and my elder sister has been married for many years.The sparrows and swallows under the tiled roofs of my hometown in the countryside have forgotten my appearance.

"Sorry, I can't accompany you." Jiang Qiuyue held my hand, and I turned my head to the inside, not wanting her to see my tears.

I'll be back as soon as possible.And you, take care of yourself and don't worry me, you know?Jiang Qiuyue began to tell me about my basic necessities, from three meals a day to going out for a stroll.

I still didn't say a word and let her ramble.I've been with her for more than half a year, and I've never seen her so annoying.

Do you remember?Jiang Qiuyue shook my hand.I nod.

"Say, I want you to say 'promise to take good care of yourself.'" Jiang Qiuyue looked very serious.

It's not a child, you know.I mutter.

"Do you think I'm annoying?" She curled her lips, "I'll only bother you tonight, and I won't bother you tomorrow."

When Jiang Qiuyue left, it was still dark.At that time, I was still in a dream.Jiang Qiuyue leaned over and kissed my forehead.

"Going away?" I opened my sleepy eyes and asked her, and looked sideways at the curtains, it was dark outside, "How do I get to the airport?"

"Han Shu sent me off, and drove the car back for me by the way. Go to sleep, be good." After finishing speaking, he kissed me quickly on the cheek again, like a superficial touch.

Jiang Qiuyue closed the door gently, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away.I lost sleepiness and kept my eyes open until dawn.

After Jiang Qiuyue left, the room became more deserted.Laying on the sofa and watching "The Family of Gold Fans", the exquisite courtship game played by the seventh young master of the Jin family, Leng Qingqiu's self-respecting and proud crystal heart, a little cold and solemn, after a thousand turns, it finally melts into enthusiasm.

"If the heart dies in splendor, love will be reborn in ashes." After chewing these two lyrics repeatedly, the phone rang.

Han Shu asked me to sit with her.Anyway, there is nothing to do, the time is long, and when you are bored, "Die Lian Hua" is a good place to kill time.

I searched with my eyes, but I didn't see Xiaobai.

"No," Han Shu laughed, "falling in love with a college student is like losing your soul. You drink less and stop smoking." "Being good?" I laughed.

Han Shu laughed loudly: "It's possible. Hey, what do you want to drink?"

I ordered a cup of green tea, and leaned on the table, looking at the transparent glass, the tender green leaves slowly stretched in the boiling water, rose, and fell leisurely.

"Some people say that tea is like life: the first tea is bitter like life, the second tea is fragrant like love, and the third tea is as light as a breeze." Han Shu sat across from me, looked at me, and said, "Sisi is fragrant Vulgar—"

"A little flashy and dark time." After taking her words casually, I looked at Han Shu through the glass, her expression was a little confused.

"There are not many people who live such a real life." Han Shu sighed, "There are really not many."

"So, what about you?" The index finger of my right hand traced the rising path of the last tea leaf on the glass, rising and falling again.Han Shu's gaze followed the path of my finger, rising and falling again.Han Shu, are you real?

It was Han Shu's smile that answered me, rippling little by little in the light green tea.

"You love her, don't you?" Sitting up straight, I stared at her.

Han Shu met my gaze, and what I saw was her somewhat startled expression, her mouth was slightly opened, and then closed again immediately.

"You are right. There are not many people who live a real life." I smiled and looked down at the teacup.Obviously, my question was too sudden for Han Shu.

"This has nothing to do with reality or not." After a long silence, she still opened her mouth, "If you like someone, you may not be able to get a response. If you can't force your feelings, it's better not to say anything, just watch quietly It is also a joy to look at her."

"Love is like a Zen principle, you can't say it, you can't say it, it's wrong to say it." I said, I don't know when I saw this sentence.However, this "love" seems to only refer to secret love?

"Yes, that's what it means. If you don't say it, at least you can maintain a close friend, or even a relative relationship with her, for a long time." Han Shu got up and asked me what song I wanted to listen to.

"Send Lovesickness in the Bright Moon A Thousand Miles away." Han Shu patted my shoulder and smiled.

Seeing Han Shu playing the piano intently, his emotions fluctuating between the strings, his heart is peaceful and joyful.

It's the end of the year, and there is no moon outside except for the neon lights.However, there will always be a beautiful moon in some people's hearts. Although there will be ups and downs, it will never annihilate those beautiful feelings that cannot be missed.

On New Year's Eve, I took the subway to the Bund alone.At dusk, stand by the Huangpu River and look at the Oriental Pearl Tower opposite.Spheres of different sizes are connected together by several giant pillars, which is quite poetic and picturesque of "big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate".It is said that the designer also had this intention at the beginning.

The setting sun has already disappeared behind the towering buildings, and the pale yellow neon lights are gradually fading into deep.When the night falls completely, the river water presents colorful waves, dotted with stars, sparkling and rippling, the Oriental Pearl is like a tall and outstanding lady, luxurious and elegant, looking down on the neighbors with restraint.Colorful neon lights, brightly lit, just like a gust of east wind blowing, thousands of trees and flowers bloom, decorating Shanghai into a city that never sleeps.

I used to look at Chongqing at night from a tree in Nanshan: a mountain city surrounded by two rivers (Yangtze River and Jialing River). The rainbow reflects grotesquely, gorgeously and blurredly, and the long rainbow of tens of miles spreads out slowly in front of your eyes. The two rivers are flexible and elegant like jade belts, and the Binjiang Road is winding like a ribbon, presenting a three-dimensional sense of heaven and earth, shocking your heart.

Shanghai has been prosperous for a century, and it seems that it never ends.In this bustling city, there is a little bit of powdery smell of Wu Nong's soft language.

My body seems to exude more of the rustic flavor of cloth skirt Jingchai.When sketching in the wild forests and clear streams in the mountains, I found that I could get a sense of solidity from the bottom of my heart.But in a city like Shanghai, like a leaf of duckweed, drifting in the hustle and bustle, because there is no root, I am often lonely and have nowhere to turn.

What is Jiang Qiuyue doing?Going back to my own home, there are sons and husbands at home... Isn't it the same for Xiaoshi?

After all, I am thinking about Chengdu.

Got through to my father's phone.Lies are inevitable.Knowing that I didn't have much leave, my father only told me to pay attention to my body and didn't say anything else, but I felt the disappointment in his tone.

If my mother is still alive, will my wandering emotions have a shelter? !

([-]) When will lovesickness meet each other

The hour hand points to 05:[-], and the sky is full of fireworks on the Bund—the east wind blows thousands of trees at night, and the stars fall like rain—fire trees and silver flowers, like a gorgeous meteor shower, noisy the sky, and boiled the New Year's Eve in [-].

Bathed in the cold wind blowing from the Huangpu River, the colorful neon lights also have a chill.Taking out the phone, I saw three missed calls and two text messages, all from Jiang Qiuyue: "Momo, where are you?" "Momo, call me back."

Closing the phone, walking back, thinking about whether to call her back.After all, she is someone with a family.

In the subway, my bag was knocked to the ground by a strange passenger, the zipper was half open, and the pale pink diary fell out.As I bent to pick up the diary, my fingers touched a hard patch inside the cover.

The calling card of Chengdu, since I came to Shanghai, has been lying there quietly, silently, like an intangible scar.

Sitting on the chair, I put it into the phone and turned it on.It's been almost a year, it should be canceled too, right?That number, what I remember, is my joy and sorrow in Chengdu for the past two years.

The notification tone keeps ringing until the phone displays "Memory is full".The text messages and missed calls inside, except for a few classmates, are all Xiaoshi's.The most recent text message was at eleven o'clock this evening, when I was standing on the bank of the Huangpu River watching the fireworks: "The new year is coming soon. Momo, don't you really turn it on?"

For so long, my phone is still on?

"I finally made this decision/I don't care what others say/As long as you are the same/I am willing to go with you/I know that everything is not easy." The first landline number, my intuition tells me, is Xiaoshi.

I didn’t press the answer button, and the ringing stopped. In my ears, I felt that Liang Jingru’s singing was still going on: “My heart has been reviewing and convincing myself/I’m afraid you will suddenly say you want to give up/Love really needs courage/To face gossip /Only