backstroke whale

Will do. "

"I really thought I had adjusted well. I thought I could face you as if I cared about a friend. I didn't feel sad when I saw you being cared for by your boyfriend. I didn't expect you to accept... another girl's affection. fiber .....Do you know? I have fantasized more than once that if one day you can love girls...I must be that...happy girl...smile for you...sad for you?...sorry... ..I...just simply want to be with you...just like this and I found that I still can't do it...I'm really...sorry..."

I was annoyed that I was powerless and emptied myself in front of you, gritted my teeth, and Dou Da? Zhu just fell down.

"Don't say sorry," you say.The eyes are a little red and a little melancholy.

Li Xiangyun and Liu Yuanji were also standing behind you at some point.

"The kiss between the eyebrows just now..." I raised my head to greet Song Yuzhen, "I took the initiative, please don't blame fiber. I like her, but she never hesitated to choose you." I handed her the car keys.

She didn't say a word, her eyes met and it was hard to hide the winner's smile.

"Merry Christmas. I have been arguing with you all night, thank you for giving me an unforgettable Christmas."

I turned around and left.

"Hello." Liu Yuanji then caught up with him on his bike. "I'll take you to the train station."

I was in a hurry, so he simply circled me on his bicycle.

It wasn't until the patrolling police stopped him for questioning, thinking he was the wolf of the big-bellied mountain who was pestering me, that I "hitched" the police and arrived at the train station in the early morning twilight.

You leaned against the wall tiredly, staring at me with big eyes.

Pale and bloodless, he slowly handed me a train ticket and hot coffee.

"Ziqiang in the earliest class," you said.

"Have a good rest in the car. Also, don't throw your ticket stubs everywhere."

After you finished speaking, you walked into the gray morning light without looking back.

Take a short nap on the train to let your thoughts settle down a bit.

The constant moving scene outside the car window still makes me feel dizzy.

I drew the curtain sideways, and the ticket stub in my pocket slid to the floor.

Bending down to pick it up, I remembered that you once specifically told me "don't throw away the ticket stubs".

He held it in his hand and looked at it, and sure enough, he found words written on the back of the ticket stub.

Come.too.Late.

------ are the last three words I failed to say.

Fiber

The train rushing south will throw regrets far out of the window.

The morning light in southern Taiwan is like a winter quilt that has been in the sun all day.

Warm and soft wraps my moist mood, moist eyes.I iron my cheeks against the car window.Rolling in the sun.exposure.

Touching the green ticket stub, when the ticket was checked in the palm of the car, a hole was cut next to the word "late".

An innocent and taken-for-granted hole.

Anyway, not all results have to have a reason.

Just like, I silently asked the railway conductor to collect the ticket stub with your handwriting on it.

fair enough.Since you have to accept the result, why do you need to have a reason?

Walking on the campus beside Xiziwan, I smiled calmly.It seems that this is the only way to go.

The abyss that was constantly pulling, fell heavily, and finally, it was also a bottom.

1996Christmas.I'm lovelorn, in the end.There is no reason.

I think.Time is always used to heal.After the wound scabs over, it will become a unique medal.

In a person's life, it is hard not to leave a few medals in his heart to witness life.

After the final exam of the semester, I returned home for the New Year.During the whole winter vacation, apart from helping Grandpa put up Spring Festival couplets, I was almost lazy in the room to spend time with comics.Apart from being occasionally criticized by my younger brother who studied at National Taiwan University as "the stupidest, laziest and most incapable witch of the liberal arts school", she is generally at ease.

Until one day, Avon went straight to the door of my room with her travel bag on her back, half-threatening and half-baiting me to accompany her to participate in the south crossing trek organized by "Chengdu Literature Camp".Traveling may be a pleasant thing to say goodbye to piles of cakes and the noise of relatives.

So, under my younger brother's resentful eyes, I took the SLR camera and backpack that my father bought for me for this trek.Start a trip across the South.

Zibao came to Guanshan Yakou and walked for four days, with a group of 18 people.

Twelve men and five women.In addition, I, an uninvited guest, is just one to two between men and women.

The imbalance of yin and yang is probably the biggest reason why Avon kidnapped me.

"It's nice to make an even number." She always turned her head and muttered with a smile.

I stick to the three principles of being quiet, leaving the team, and being withdrawn.

Free photography all the way, no one disturbed.At least, until the end.

On the last night, I camped at Guanshan Pass. In the middle of the zero-degree night, I walked through the Guanshan Tunnel alone with my camera in my arms, and went to the other side to watch the sunrise.The potholes in the tunnel are uneven and the water is steaming.Forgetting to bring a flashlight was really a mistake. The [-]-meter-long passage, except for the sound of water dripping from the cracks in the rocks, left only darkness and silence.Bite the bullet, I recited the "Song of Righteous Qi" in a low voice and walked forward.

(Heaven and earth have righteousness, mixed with manifolds; the lower one is Heyue, and the lower one is Sun Xing... Peihusai Cangming...)

"One sentence is missing." A ghostly low voice came from behind me.

I was so frightened by this sudden shock that I fell into the puddle.The camera in hand fell into the darkness.

"I'm sorry, how are you doing?"

"Ghost" lit up the lights, making it look even more eerie in the damp and cold space.

"I'm really sorry." The "ghost" apologized again.This time the station is closer.The figure is tall, and the shadow drags on the ground.It seems that he is another boy who takes pleasure in teasing girls.

"Yuren said Haoran... I missed this sentence." I muttered to myself.

Standing up against the stone wall.The trousers and shoes are muddy, just the same color as my khaki jacket.The camera was still lying in a puddle not far away, life and death unknown.The ejected negatives were soaked in spring water, howling beautiful memories along the way.

He staggered to pick up the camera while leaning against the wall, feeling a sharp pain in his knee.

The boy stepped forward with a big stride, and made a gesture of support.

I stepped back to avoid his support, but I couldn't escape the moment when their eyes met.

Under the dim light of the goose yellow weak flashlight, it touched a pair of very familiar eyes.

Deep and clear, big and clear.

Very much like you.But, not you.

Is it a coincidence or a trick to meet such a person at such a time that needs to be forgotten?

I frowned in surprise.

"Are you okay?" He thought I was overly frightened.He stretched out his hand before my eyes.

"Something happened." I regained my senses and asked him back with the camera still dripping with tears. "Tell me, how am I going to demand compensation from a scary ghost walking around?"

"For those who dare to ask for compensation, ghosts are always willing to provide it." The boy assured by patting his chest.

This guarantee actually cost him two winters and summers in vain.

After returning from Nanheng, Avon began to fall in love with mountain climbing.but me.

Then he met in the Guanshan Tunnel, the boy with a pair of beautiful eyes from the shipbuilding department of Chengda University, and maintained an ambiguous relationship.

Boys have a special name.Si Younan.

The nickname of the Bunun nationality sounds like the Chinese word "No Need".

I will go north to Tainan when I have a holiday.The three of them met at the seaside in Sicao under the setting sun.

Listen to Avon talking about the beauty of Baiyue, or stare at the unique and beautiful eyes of the Younan aborigines.Occasionally he would take me to fish by the bridge, and Avon always said that he was afraid of fish and would rather graffiti on the beach alone.

I don't mention you anymore.Avon never asked either.

The calm days without waves disappear as fast as the jelly in a child's mouth.

In the last half of the university, everyone is busy planning for the future.

Avon is busy preparing for the Institute.You Nan faces military service.

I was waiting to go to a magazine in Taipei after graduation and live a mediocre life as an ordinary office worker.

During the winter vacation of my senior year, Younan drove me to Huadong Coast in a car.

With his impressive literary talent and appearance, he accompanied him calmly and humorously all the way,

In fact, there is no way to pick.

But I still feel that there is something missing between the two.Although, he has eyes that look like yours.

He politely insisted on sending me back to my hometown in Changhua before returning to Nantou.

I was noncommittal, leaning against the car window, raising my hair in the twilight.

Maybe it's the winter vacation or there are other reasons, and there are crowds of locomotives galloping with double loads on the provincial road.Those in the back seats all put their chins on the shoulders of the front seats and whispered.I vaguely recall the picture of traveling in Chiayi with you in the sophomore year of high school.The bright you.

"Xueyi...here we are." Younan moved his hand from the gear to my shoulder.

I got out of the car with a bunch of East Taiwan famous products.Younan turned off the fire and said that he would help me carry my luggage into the house.

"I can do it myself. You go back, it's getting late." I refused.He squatted by the door and looked for the door key.

The wind moves.A few dead leaves fell from the big camphor tree at the door, and the cold wind blew my open coat.

Younan immediately moved his body to block the windward position.

Seeing his serious expression, a clear sound of cracking silk burst out in my heart.Muddy and powerless.

"You, are you my girlfriend?" The words came out of Younan's mouth weakly.

"I'm going to serve in the army after graduation...I believe we all have a certain level of tacit understanding, right?"

He walked forward and hugged me clumsily, his strong masculine breath spread uncontrollably,

but.Enter.No.heart.

After sending You Nan off, I went back to my room and had a good sleep.

Like a soul that transcends exile in the winter night, it is devout without heaven and earth.

After waking up, there were two missed calls on the phone in the room.One is Younan calling, I think he called to report my safety when I was drowsy.

The other is a completely unfamiliar number.

"04-It's from Taichung..." I thought to myself.

Perhaps in life, there are always some subtle lines like the veins of leaves pulling in the dark.

Being arrogant, I never take the initiative to inquire about strange calls.

Uncharacteristically at this moment, he pressed the callback button.

(ten)

I can only love with one eye.

The other eye is busy metabolizing tears.

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winter.The season of oranges.

I am in the warm fast food chain restaurant in Huangcheng, continuing the memory and waiting that should have been eroded by the years.

The air was filled with the smell of fried potatoes, wafting between the tables and chairs.Full of appetite.

I ordered myself a mug of warm hot cocoa.

The huge M signboard of McDonald's on Bachelor Road swayed in the wind.I propped my cheeks, thinking about the legitimacy of being on stage.

For no reason, why bother to provoke the sorrow of memory?

The strange number that I called back casually that day, I got the fact that you were weak and hospitalized.

Time keeps fleeing, sorrow stays where it is.

Wound.Has it scabbed over yet?Frankly, I'm not sure.

Should you care?Should I visit?I don't even have a place to express it.

How despicable, how cowardly.A piece of news almost set off the title page that has been sealed in my heart for two years.

Moyao was enjoying a cup of hot cocoa time. Two supporting figures outside the door brushed past the doll with fiery red hair side by side, and pushed the door open to enter.

Song Yuzhen has beautiful long hair, and her face is tired but still beautiful.Compared with two years ago, there is obviously less arrogance between the brows.

The person next to her was as thin as a stick, with sunken cheeks and double-set eyes.The coat hung over the shoulders and was no wider than the thickness of a dictionary.It seemed as if it would dismember if touched.Apart from loneliness, there was no trace of expression in his eyes, and he lowered his eyes sadly.

"Go and see Fiber! She's sick, and she's changed." I recalled Li Xiangyun's sobbing tone on the phone.

To face down to 33 kg.Your blood pressure is only thirty or forty.I kept sketching in my mind during the trip

Even if one is psychologically prepared, surprise and pity are still hard to suppress.

"The hospital smells too strong, so I invite you here." Song Yuzhen supported you, and both of you sat in front of me.

"You, how are you?" I asked.The distance of two years made me speak clumsily.

"It's great to eat a burger like this." You answered the wrong question.Looking around in a daze, his gaze revealed fan-shaped paleness and indifference.

I found that your thin lip color is actually black and purple.

"When you recover, you can eat whatever you like. I will definitely eat with you." Song Yuzhen hugged your shoulder lightly and coaxed you softly.

"You think I'm a fool?" You suddenly pushed her away.

"Doctors dare not say that I will recover one day. Why do you use such words to comfort me?"

"Don't be angry, I'm sorry, I apologize." Song Yuzhen's eyes were choked up, and it was difficult to squeeze out a horrible smile to cover it up.

Ignoring Song Yuzhen, you walked to the window and stared at the windy winter night outside the window.Like a deadpan statue.

After a while, he said slowly:

"What do you want me to do, sister? Did you come here specially to take pity on me?"

"If it is, please take your mercy and leave immediately. I don't need it."

You are as sharp as a blade, and you slash without knowing the reason.Flesh and blood flew together, without any hesitation.People can't get close.

Looking at the gift box of fruit specially bought on the table, I don't know how to swallow your thorny words for a while.

"Don't be like this, okay?" Song Yuzhen walked towards you and said pleadingly. "Everyone came to see you because they cared about you."

"No, need, need." Your shoulders kept rising and falling, as if you were suppressing your anger.Song Yuzhen looked at me and sighed silently.

I stood up, and was about to say something to ease, when you suddenly turned around and smiled sadly.

"Okay, if you all refuse to leave, then, I'll leave." You said.

As soon as the words came out of your mouth, you rushed out like the wind, rushed to the street and ran like a dead man.Song Yuzhen and I chased after you.

Before it can stop you, you are knocked to the ground by a white BMW at the intersection.

"I just want to find a place where no one is around, and die quietly. That's all." You said.

The ward on the thirteenth floor overlooks the picturesque city streets.You sleep peacefully under the influence of drugs.

I can't see that torch eye.

"The ventricle is failing. It will be a matter of time before the valve is replaced." The doctor announced to the family in private.

Your legs, which are exposed outside the quilt, are about the same diameter as my arm, wrapped in white sterile gauze in a jerky circle.

Watch your chest rise and fall.I am angry.How can you be more miserable than me.

It was as if all the torment I'd endured for the past two years trying to break free was nothing more than a candy that wasn't sweet enough to swallow.

The fruits have been piled up on the window sill, probably because the small tea table might not be able to bear the weight.A black guitar rests in the corner by the bed.

Teachers, relatives, friends, visit one after another.The small ward is full of thick and sweet fruit.

Facing the professors and classmates who came to care after hearing the news, you always spoke sarcasticly and cut off all the warmth sharply.

As the visit time increases, your sarcasm becomes sharper, and your eyes and demeanor become more arrogant.

From seeing your mother's white hair a little bit, and Song Yuzhen were silently exhausted.I know.

You literally stretch out your spiky arms in a rude embrace of your nearest and dearest.

With a speechless and frosty side face, he made a lonely and lonely defense.

In an accidental phone call with Avon, I inadvertently told you all kinds of melancholy and worries.

A few days later, she brought a gift box of imported ginseng worth half a month's salary as a tutor at night, and knocked on the door outside the ward.

With a frank and simple face, he still can't hide the kindness of traveling all the way.

You, who were reclining on the bed and plucking the strings, showed a rare smile.The long-lost arc in the eyes.

Probably lack of familiarity.No matter how unfeelingly you leave, it's not easy to show hostility.

"Thank you." You put down the guitar and said.

Then the interest suddenly ignited, clamoring to go to the park for a walk.Say yes, bask in the moon.

Climbing from the hospital bed to the wheelchair, you casually took a slice of ginseng and put it in your mouth.That cunning question was an old acquaintance with me.

Now all that is left is the amazement of occasionally looking back under the wear and tear of the disease.

Pushing you out of the ward and the pale medical building.

The park is on the green space after turning around the parking lot, about ten minutes' walk away.In the city, every inch of land is precious, in the cage of imprisoning the soul,

Whether it is moonlight, green space or good humor, it is a luxury.

The parking lot was dark and hazy, with few people.In the distance, a pair of divorced lovers held hands and talked, and they were reluctant to close the car door.

Occasionally, the lights of the cars driving away were lit for a short period of darkness, and in a wave of light flickering, the faces of the couple were instantly clear.

What I saw made me gasp.This man and woman who depend on each other are not others.It was Liu Yuanji and Song Yuzhen.

The coldness refreshed my heart, and the shock of the heavy blow made me forget to maintain the original pace and was stunned.

I didn't wake up until you let out that meaningful chuckle.

"We must not let you see this scene!" I thought to myself distressedly.

Quickly leaned down and stood in front of you, pretending to tie your shoelaces.The cheek muscles work desperately to maintain a constant temperature.

There is a burnt smell from your eyes, and even your bangs are wet.

"Thank you for your kindness." You leaned forward and whispered in my ear. "But what is missing and sick to me is my heart, not my eyes!"

You smile cunningly.The deepest time since the beginning, it is very contrary to common sense.Shen frantically.

You wave your arms, asking Avon to keep pushing you forward.Your hand with protruding veins is so thin that it can't hide the blood vessels.

In fact, the winter moon is always bleak.The reason why the street trees are colorful should be the bright decorations of the street lamps.

After standing up from the wheelchair, you stretched out your arms and walked slowly towards the soft grass like flannel.

The pink-striped hospital gown on his body has an uncoordinated vitality at night.

"You should be more suitable for transparent than pink." I thought.

I tried to think of something to say, but I was limited by your arrogant and inviolable, gentle and lonely back.

In this way, the three of them walked silently all night facing the grass and street lights.

Such a picture seems to have to be matched with many, many chords to interpret the classic picture.

When the wind blows, my eyes pass through Avon's shoulder and look straight at you leaning against the tree trunk.

At the corner of the birch tree, you whispered an unknown song in your dreams...

"Nothings good... nothings bad... still walk... I'm still alive..."

On a cold winter night, I heard you, who was 22 years old, singing so persistently.

After winter, there must be spring.

Every day against the cold weather, from your home in Changhua to your ward, it is this firm belief that you rely on.

There is almost no need to chew on those cherished memories in the face of life's setbacks.

Perhaps, such a gap is indeed necessary for its existence.

With the drug treatment, your complexion gradually improved.So I began to try to release some warmth and apology from the thorny words.

Even sometimes it's still pretty cold and hard.

And the hesitation I used to have after visiting you no longer follows me like a shadow.

A week later, you leave the hospital and go home to rest.On the day I started my senior year.There is no doubt that I should be in Kaohsiung, but I am not.

I know that you are not willing to let your mother run around and plan to be discharged from the hospital alone.

So I indulged myself and became the only family member on your hospital discharge register.

From the towering medical building to the bus stop sign, you repeatedly play with the change in your hand along the way.

18 yuan.No more, no less, the money for a one-way bus.

"Is it still 18 yuan?" I asked

"In the past five years, there has been no construction to increase the price of cars." You stacked copper coins in the palm of your hand.

Years are a very important unit of memory.

The NO.14 bus stop five years ago is like a source mark. It is the first time to accompany you to wait for the bus and talk to you for the first time.

At that time, they never expected that there would be such a long distance between One and Two.

At a quarter past ten, the breakfast carts across the street were almost packed.The long-awaited bus has yet to show up.

After waiting for nearly three or ten minutes, I can't help worrying about your physical condition.

"Don't wait, take a taxi!"

"No! I like taking the bus."

"That makes me feel alive." Looking at the people and cars on the street, you said slowly, "Only when you are alive can you wait."

Live to wait, yeah.What about waiting?

I should have waited, did you finally find out that the day I have been insisting on waiting for you?

(eleven)

I disappeared in my original world.

Run your way alone, maze.

Like Don Quixote chasing dreams.

........................................................................

"I'm going to the beach."

That day, you suddenly said this to me.

The eyes set in the thin cheeks look so big.The clear eyes reflected a vast expanse of blue.

Rented a van.You and I went all the way south along the coastline of Central Taiwan, just to find a piece of ocean.

Is Taiwan too small or too ambitious?After driving for a day, you can't find a beach that satisfies you.

Until the lighthouse at the extreme south, I bought you a very cute ocarina from a hawker stall.Ocarina in the shape of a ladybug.

You smiled.I also smile.Because of the ocarina, because of the coolness of the sea breeze, and because the hair flutters into a shape that can be embedded in a photo frame.

"Why do you want to see the sea?" I asked lying on the beach, separated by tens of thousands of grains of fine sand.

"Have you ever been close to death?"

I shook my head.

"Since the first time I was hospitalized in my freshman year, I have been preparing for death all the time."

"I must let my "one year" be the "ten years" of ordinary people!"

Your voice is very soft.So light that even sand doesn't feel the weight.But I have recognized your positive shift.

The blue sky, the blue sea, and the sandy beach learn gentleness from the setting sun.The plane trailed a long stream of clouds at an altitude of [-] feet.

I retreated to the bottom line, only in exchange for the classic picture of looking at you and smiling.I carved this beauty in my heart.

The twilight is gradually congealing, reminding the arrival of the return journey, the air seeps into the coolness, faintly, this scene is actually so dangerous and frightening.

This peaceful mirror image is like a steel cable hanging on a high cliff. With an inadvertent flick, these shining beauty will quickly shake to the bottom.

Like the sun will fade away.

Pampering you is the equivalent of killing yourself.

Back to your door in Taichung, it's already dark.

There are two figures standing in front of your house, they are the key figures in my original world.

"I found you, Jiang Xueyi." Avon grabbed my shoulder, and the sudden force made me dizzy.

Younan who was standing aside silently looked at you beside me.

You walked home and closed the iron gate, and I immediately fell into the nakedness and embarrassment with no room for change.

"What the hell are you doing?" Avon handed me a piece of paper. "Do you know you're about to be expelled?"

I spread out the paper, and everything is clear in my chest.That's my school's truancy notice.

In the past two months since the beginning of school, I have hardly stepped into the school gate.I am not surprised by this result.

"It's already a senior year, why are you doing this?"

"Everyone can't find you, and you are so cruel that you don't contact me?"

I am speechless.Give up the degree you have at your fingertips, and cut off the contact with the only friends you have.

The original world came to issue an ultimatum to me.

"Forget it, forget it. You go back immediately, and Younan and I will accompany you back to Kaohsiung!"

I shake my head and turn around.

Willful and desperate, the only hope in life is still to be with you, and I want to be with you for a while.

"Is it all for her? That girl?" Si Younan finally spoke out.

Under the gurgling street lights, the bitter voice weakened and trembled like wood chips planed by a planer.

"I've always liked your eyes," I said.

I sighed, got in the car and started the engine.

Deciding to be honest, I had to quietly tell the reason for the cruelty.

"I like you just because your eyes are very similar to hers."

The car was running at night, and I saw my eyes through the rearview mirror.

All deceit.Only you understand.

Si Younan's familiar eyes are just plums that have quenched my thirst for two years.

I don't have enough ability to deal with all the entanglements around me, including studies and future.And Yunan and you.

I indulge in hiding in your gradually opening heart, and naively think that you will eventually become vast because of me.

I try my best to get together and talk every time, to make up for the young years we have wasted because of the wrong body.

But it ignores the most impactful and unpredictable variables in life.

(twelve)

Backstroke, swimming.

What is it, a beautiful mistake?

Or is it the icing of youth that has forgotten the expiration date?

． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ．

"Senior, do you really want to stop reading?"

You put down the harmonica and asked.The orange-colored sunset slides from your lips onto the grass.

Metal harmonica in A key.Reflecting the sun at the edge of the sky.

Your body is getting better gradually, like waking up after the waking of insects, you pulled me and shouted to take a walk.

Next to the billboard of the Museum of Science and Technology, two middle school students were shyly exchanging love letters.

You sit on the grass with your arms around your knees, looking at the picture in front of you and smiling.

The harmonica on the grass reflects the spring.

I lay down beside you, looking at the curve of your mouth, I couldn't help stretching out my index finger to move between the holes of the harmonica.Exposure to indirect residual heat.

"High school students, I really can't go back."

"Do you miss your high school days?"

"No." You turned around and looked down at your backpack, the side hair slipped from behind your ears.

"It's just that I suddenly miss the 94th guava." You said.

You handed me something similar to a file folder, talking excitedly about your dreams about words and pictures.

Seeing your eyes glow with long-lost vitality, but you can't hear a word in your heart, and your semicircular canals can't receive any sound.

Your words swirl in your mind. (Suddenly I miss the 94th guava...I only gave away 93!)

I am like a fisherman seduced by a mermaid song.Lost in the ocean but can't figure it out.

until I open the file.

The yellowed paper provokes memories to surge.That's the scrapbook I sent you back then: "The Maiden's Dance".

"You... have kept it?"

"Shouldn't I...shouldn't have kept it?"

"If you don't study, let's have a dream together." You said.

"Dream?"

You were silent for a while, threw the grass root you were playing with far away, and seriously talked about the dream of the story, the dream of the movie, and the dream of the picture.

That all-too-familiar demeanor awakens the throbbing feeling when I first saw you on the steps outside the auditorium.

five.Year.forward.of.you.

The last twilight of sunset fades, you pick up your backpack and stand up in the wind.

"I just want to know if there will be a good script for a good story."

I looked up suspiciously as the night wind lifted your hair from your shoulders and neck, and slowly disappeared under the sapphire blue night sky.

Grabbing the last sliver of light, I yelled at the figure walking into the twilight, confirming my guess:

"Do you want to adapt the script? Adapt the Maiden's Dance?" I waved the folder in my hand.

In addition to the darkness, the grass square at night has only its own echo.

I walked down the slope in a daze.Go to the parking shed.

The night light of the Science and Technology Museum suddenly lit up when I inserted the key of the motorcycle.

I saw a note on the dashboard:

"Write it. I know you can.

Of course, you can say that "it" is the 94th guava you gave me.

Or, the first apple I gave you. "

Finally, you decided to give me the first apple.

Even though, I don't like apples.

But, I'm really excited to be investing in something with you.

Although I do not know whether it is feasible?

I don't even know what methods my furious parents will have other than cutting off my financial resources.

I still earnestly use the last living expenses to search for a lot of film materials and script writing series.

After returning to Kaohsiung for a week, I carefully read this five-year-old novel, trying to construct a picture from words.

He even made a phone call to Avon, who was about to enter a TV station as a planner after graduation, and asked for relevant information.

I was as excited as a primary school freshman.

I look forward to the days when you occasionally go south to read scripts and share ideas together.

Gnawing on the scientific side, embracing a bunch of storyboard terms that fade in and out, waiting to surprise you on the phone.

I want to hear your joy, and I want to see the brilliance in your eyes again.A dream shared by two people.brilliance.

but.I have not been able to contact you for two weeks.

Except for the novel, and the number that was almost dead and no one answered.

There is no longer any connection between me and you.

sick?busy?travel far?

your eyes!your laugh!Your temperature!Your hair hangs on your shoulders!

Fiber.Where is the apple you want to give me?

A month later, I headed north with the manuscript, trying to break through the stalemate.

Avon also jumped on the same northbound train in Tainan.

"If you don't stare at you, there will be endless troubles." She said sternly, her eyes were full of concern.

My heart raised for you, flying on the track.

But, no one told me that the flyer, must keep from crashing, must learn not to fall.

It's not my fault because, no one told me

Looking at the misty white clouds outside the window, the distance of [-] feet in the sky.

I think this time, it should really be far enough.real.

Knowing this feeling is called escaping.

Knowing this feeling is called living.

The flight attendant in the green vest, with a smile in the shuttle seat, helped the passengers with blankets.

A warm picture.Extremely burnt.I frowned and looked away from the window.

The windows, with silvery wings, were no more than thirty squares wide.

The wings of the plane have painted the sky, the sun is dazzling, exactly the same as the day when I went north to find you...

"You rest well, I will always be by your side..."

human voice.Tender and affectionate.Compared with my feet outside the door, my feet are stuck in the mud.

Avon passed the hesitant me and pressed the doorbell.

The focus of the line of sight is pulled back quickly, and the metal iron door is fogged into a dazzling light.dazzling.

You raised your eyes, then closed them.Still like a statue half reclining on the sofa, a haggard statue.

"Sit whatever you want." Song Yuzhen closed the door, sat back on the sofa, and put your head on her leg.

And take care of the blankets that slipped off your body.His movements are as gentle as his voice.

Fly, fall, too late, open the parachute.

Consciousness emerges from the body, leaving only the stiff body to bear the cruelty and embarrassment of the scene in front of him.

"Didn't we break up? Why are you here?" Avon's voice pierced through me, echoing my inner cry, and shot at Song Yuzhen.

But I am speechless.What else can I say?this time.It's nothing but broken bones.

"What are you doing like this?" Avon ignited his anger and threw it at you.

"When you are sick, you know who betrayed you and who stayed by your side. You want someone to help you write the manuscript! You want someone to make that shitty dream with you!" Avon snatched the unfinished manuscript from me, " Because of this thing, Xueyi almost ran out of food. In the end, you recovered, disappeared without a trace for a month, and here with the old lover—”

"enough!"

You stand up and walk straight to me.reach out.

I actually have extra consciousness to know what you want.

"Avon, manuscript."

"Xueyi!" Avon yelled angrily.

"That's my manuscript and hers." I looked at you and said.

When I took over the manuscript from Avon, I realized the limit of liquid surface tension and the acceleration of gravity.

From the eye frame to the bottom of my heart.

"Apple, return it to you."

You look at me and accept it.

"Thank you," you say, and walk into the room without looking back.

"thanks."

Passengers in the next seat say thanks to the flight attendant

I put the focal length on the window panel and feel the natural thin air pressure outside the window.

That familiar suffocation.

I think I can understand your reaction when you desperately needed room to breathe.

Walking out of the terminal, looking at the night sky and coolness of Narita Airport.

I think this time, it's really far enough away from you

On the first day in Japan, it was an embarrassing rainy day before the end of spring and summer.

On the train from Narita to Tokyo, I was the only one without a suitcase.

Spread out the simple map that you get for free at the airport, and it is densely packed with subway routes.

I move my index finger slowly along the line, as if rehearsing a wandering, to advance my ability.

Yes, what an overdraft.Just like fleeing at that time.Leave.Your home went straight to me at Taoyuan Chung Cheng Airport.

"How much can you lend me?" I asked Avon.

"Where are you going?" She looked at the passport and visa in my hand, her voice trembling.

"where to