backstroke whale

?It doesn't matter where you go.As long as you go, you can throw it away. "I thought to myself.

Seeing that I was silent, she slumped towards the cash machine.

I don't think I'll ever forget the moment Avon slipped me the money.

Her sincere expression carried an understanding and tacit understanding that did not need to be explained.

"By all means, call. Okay?" she said.

Emotions are like sesame glutinous rice balls that have rolled away.Collision and tumbling, infinite expansion.

But we both know I have to.I have to jump off a cliff.

(Sorry, dear friend, you always indulge my waywardness.)

So, holding a one-way air ticket, and the remaining more than 8000 Taiwan dollars.

I gotta go.Seven forty-seven will fly to the sky.

The voices and figures on the train are not compatible with my world.

Finally, I can no longer listen to people.Because I can't understand, I can't hear it.

Finally, I can stop talking to people.Because I can't say it, I don't need to say it.

From Tokyo to Yokohama, from Yokohama to Kamakura to Izu to Hamamatsu to Shizuoka.

I just kept walking along the coastline.

During the rainy season, I stole an umbrella outside a noodle shop in Yokohama Chinatown.

Occasionally, when it is sunny, I sit on the seawall and enjoy the sea breeze all day long, eating curry bread at the convenience store for [-] yen.

At night, lie down under the eaves of the shrine for the night.During the day, stealthily ride that magical electric bike.

The warmth and coldness of a foreign land carved a page of youth and frivolity in my memory.

I wander.I exile myself.

No.20 two days, the [-]th green public telephone.stop.

In front of the [-]th microphone, I picked up the microphone, inserted coins, and pressed a group of familiar numbers.

Telecommunications is an incredible medium, across an ocean, the sound is still as clear as a wall.

"Hi, Avon." I made a voice I haven't heard for a long time.

"Xueyi?!" The scream from the microphone made the water droplets on the glass of the booth look less cold.

Expected temperature, always warm.

"Don't rush to hang up and listen to me carefully. The reason why Fiber disappeared in that month was because her mother was in an accidental car accident and was hospitalized. It wasn't that she got back together with Song Yuzhen. It's all a misunderstanding, so you come back!...Hello? Xueyi, Did you hear that?...”

The screen jumps suddenly.Your eyes are right in front of you.

Imagine your thin body, running back and forth between the hospital and your home... Does it hurt?

indeed.but.It was just a blink of an eye, almost without a trace.

Knowing that it was a misunderstanding, I should be sad... Are you annoyed?

some.but.It was just a faint sigh.

Already jumped off a cliff.

The scenery on the cliff has nothing to do with me.These 22 days are already another time and space for me.

"Xueyi! Are you still listening? Actually, that Song Yuzhen went to help by herself... Come back soon!"

"Thank you, Avon, for promising to call you, and I think I've done that."

I hung up the phone before she could hold it back.Once again isolated from another world.

(thirteen)

backstroke.

No more, just bury your head in the race and push forward.

Not to mention, looking around the vast and deep sea, flustered and bottomless.

lazy, free.

I breathe.

whale.

Eyes grow on both sides, the world is so vast.

Arctic ice sea, equatorial warm current.

Let me travel.

I am, backstroke.whale.

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Some people say that time is the best medicine for healing.

After returning from wandering in Japan, I weighed my weight.The medicine is clearly not enough.

Carrying a bag, counting his steps.Alone, I walked on the small island of Taiwan for two years.

Cut off all past, think, and breathe only for yourself.Of course, more expect a smile.

Every once in a while, change a town to live in.Do different odd jobs, see different people.

Migration trains hard, reality challenges individuality.

Live like a rock, like an island.

The invisible figure repeatedly practiced indifference and departure before being noticed.

After a whole winter of drizzle in Luodong

Migrated to Pingtung, exposed to the sun for a whole summer.

But is this what I want?

The silent sea breeze wrinkles the weakest piece of piety in my heart.

Nostalgia like a barren mound.

No answer, I thought.

At least until my mother's tears finally call me home.

I still don't have an answer.

2000, winter.

Following my mother's wishes, I went back to school to continue the studies I should have completed two years ago.

After graduating, I lived at home for half a year like atonement.

Avon came to chatter from time to time, but no one opened his mouth to mention the events of that year.

Both know that this friendship will be close for a lifetime.

The familiar tacit understanding of climbing countless memory vines is a softness close to the heart.

The wind blowing on the cheeks by the lighthouse seemed to have disappeared.

Time continues to move at an angle.

I am no longer a clock that stops.

In mid-December, the battery that was struggling to keep it from going out of order finally died.

One night when I woke up from the cold, I couldn't move and stared at the crooked pencil on the table for a long time.

pencil.There is a kind of destiny in the gesture of killing only one-third of the yellow Repathi.

Suddenly, I miss the ocean of Eastern Taiwan very much.

Carrying a load of luggage, I decided to go backstroke around half of Taiwan.

Passing through Tainan, I stopped by to visit Avon, an old friend who fell and broke a bone three days ago to clear the dust from the lamp tube.

Listening patiently to her long series of exhortations, the white curtains of the hospital fluttered behind her.

"Be good, you know?" Avon pushed up her glasses and put away her smile.

The sincerity without decoration is so exquisite.However, homeless people are not suitable.

I stuffed the peeled apples to her.

After promising to give her a confirmed address after she settled down, she waved goodbye.

Only indifference can help me start, as this cold December day.

Walking out of the ward, thinking about filling up the gas and buying some necessities first.

Lost in the dark corridor of the hospital, strayed into the hall with a faint fragrance of food.

It was lunch time and I saw a lot of white.

White robe, white skirt, white hat.

Scattered around the restaurant in a random pattern.

I ordered the food casually, curled up in the corner and ate while admiring the movement of each white dot.

Most of the white spots, topped with a head of black hair.

Submit, tie up, or coil up.It symbolizes discipline and professionalism.

Over-stylized and lacking in specificity.Like the background people that are heavily reproduced in movies.

I picked up my plate and left my seat, ready to end my observation.

When leaving the restaurant, a white figure walking in front caught my attention.

This whiteness is not only the white robe on his body, but also the almost gray hair.

The white hair is messy and unrestrained, and the white robe highlights the professional self.

This eye-catching figure disappeared in the stairwell in an instant.

I pressed the elevator button, and while I was waiting, I smiled and thought about it.About white.About Chisa

Maybe, after a few years of time, I will also have such whiteness.

After all, when time goes to night, the color of decay is not black after all!

Then, after the coincidence breaks, will the luster of destiny be white?

After the ding-dong sound, the elevator door slowly opened.

The gray and white figure jumped into view again.She lazily raised her eyes to meet mine.

I finally saw her face.

For a moment, I was speechless in astonishment.

Like a drama, the elevator slowly crawled up while I was in a daze.

"It's just a similarity! How can such a coincidence happen." I closed my eyes and muttered to myself.

Slowly calm down the hallucinations caused by living impatiently.

We all understand that mirages should only exist in deserts.

And now, I have to dive into the ocean.

Opening his eyes, he suddenly saw that treacherous gray hair again.

A smile slowly burned from the familiar star pupils.

"Long time no see. Xueyi" You tilted your head slightly, put your hands in the pockets of your white robe, and kept your usual indifferent tone.

"Long time no see. Fiber"

2001.winter.two years away

We meet again in southern Taiwan with warm sun

Life is originally a reincarnation after conspiracy.

Sitting in a coffee shop with bright and clean windows, the heating and air-conditioning wiped away the chill outside the window.

In the floating space where the vocals are condensed, micro-molecules continue to heat up in the aroma of coffee.

The light cuts obliquely across the table, where is the shadow?

I measure my temperature, measure my heart, your weight.

"How are you doing?" you say.

Shallow radians, like ripples appearing from the corners of your mouth.

A meaningful ripple.

"For more than two years, I have always received unsigned postcards from different places asking me if I am okay."

Floating above your own breath, calm as the moments before dawn.

Looking at your smile, suddenly, there is a sense of redemptive release.

"I just wanted to answer you—yes, I'm fine."

As if waking up from a deep sleep.

I laughed.

Pointing to the white-dyed hair on top of you, "Really good? Such an early blooming hair, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like you have got rid of the tragedy complex."

A rare joke.A rare peaceful sitting.

Standing behind me, after two years of training, I can see you from another angle.

You, your appearance is still heroic and unrestrained, as if two years have never left a trace on your skin.

I finally grew some flesh and looked good.

You, Shen Yun still grabs people's attention. I am glad that this practice has not disappeared due to the passage of time.

I think I have experienced some tempering, and I have become more calm.

Your expression has changed, and you have obviously stepped out of the cynicism that tied your shoulders in the past.

Time is like a river, eroding away the sharp corners of the rocks, and sifting away the sharpness of indifference in the eyes.

You recline, smiling gently and confidently.

The coaster turns into countless turns in your hands again and again.

His eyes rest on the Monet painting behind the bar.

"You've changed." I'm not sure if I said it, but you smiled.

Pointing at me, playfully said the same words, "You have changed."

is it?

Look at yourself.Two years, is it enough to make people change?

Is it enough to change the fate of cutting hair decisively at the age of 17?

The sun cuts the smooth wood grain every day, what marks are left behind?

You and I who have also changed, how far is the unit of two years in the Time Valley?Is it still close?

Like all long-lost friends, chatting about each other's current situation.

"Why did you come to the hospital? Are you sick?"

"Come to see Avon's illness." I explained briefly, never mentioning my going to Taitung.

My eyes fell on the ring on the ring finger of your left hand, and the reflected light pierced my eyes calmly.

"The ring is very beautiful." I smiled, hoping to give the blessing of luxury.

You never lack people who love you, and I can prove it more deeply than anyone else.

"A family heirloom." You flashed the ring and smiled brightly, "It's just a blessing from your mother before stepping into society." Blinking slyly, "Another use is to avoid unnecessary romantic troubles."

I was stunned for a moment.

Because it's a level of thoughtfulness you've never had before.

Shi Yu explained that the wound was quickly covered with [-]M adhesive tape, and the emotions on the roller coaster sat firmly back in place.

Looking at the internship certificate on your left chest, indeed, you are no longer just a student with a guitar on your back.

and I?It is a traveler who is as small as a lonely soul in an exiled city, waiting to be extradited to the east coast.

"No one to accompany?" I burst out a sentence that I wanted to swallow back.

You smiled calmly, "Living alone, the clouds are calm and the wind is light."

"andyou?" You sip your coffee, your voice spilling from the rim of your cup.

Gaze at you, "I am a leader in a person's independent life."

"So it's senior! Do you have any secret recipes for quick success?"

"This is the result of years of practice, what do you plan to exchange for it?"

"What do you want?"

"what can you give me?"

The original simple game of throwing and picking has gradually entered the dead end that I struggled to escape two years ago.

The 180-degree cut planes are stuck at an angle of [-] degrees.

The difference is that you finally started to bear my emotions, alone.

"Actually, this time, I don't want to take anything with me."

Before you respond, I cut off all paths leading to you.

The injury is still there.

Unnecessary touching, unnecessary anticipation.

You, who rested your cheek in silence, began to scribble on the coaster.

"I always thought you looked like a cat." You shook your pen and lowered your head while writing. "Like a gypsy cat with long hair."

"I have to go back to hospital." You stand up after taking your last sip of coffee.

"seeyou, gypsycat..." Slowly placed the coaster in my hand on the table, and moved it to me along the light trail.

Staring at the exquisite pattern on the front of the off-white coaster, the hole in the green ticket stub came into my mind.

The glass door of the coffee shop rings crisply to signal your departure, but I still can't muster up the courage to open the heavy coaster.

Fiber, I don't want anything anymore, what do you want?

Looking at your fading back outside the window, I am sure, I still like you.

Calmly admit this fact to yourself.

The experience that every cell in the whole body perceives only one existence is impossible to mistake.

But, they can be friends.No anticipation, no waiting, yes, friends.

I've seen you laugh.

enough.

The sunlight on the table pierced the back of my hand, and I recovered from the pain, I, it's time to leave.

Put the coaster back into the wallet, not wanting to shake this last peaceful and beautiful memory.

Speed ​​south in the afternoon, retrograde towards the symbolic block.

I'm going, embraced by the deep blue ocean, swimming on my back.

no way back.

After three hours, go south to the east exit of Mountain Road.

The sea water reflects the golden light of the setting sun and sprinkles the entire windshield, which is indescribably moving.

The fishing boat reflected the setting sun and took a deep breath of the humidity and saltiness.Full of freedom, full of fear.

Sitting next to Provincial Highway [-], with the northeast wind blowing wildly in my hair, I thought of your "Gypsy cat" talk.

The tide comes and goes, and the curiosity that stirs the heartstrings is stepping on the rhythm of the waves, knocking on the door of the heart repeatedly.

Fumbled for the heavy wallet in his pocket.Very heavy.

The weight comes from the sense of uncertainty of floating the whole way without landing.

A kind of power that cannot be measured but can be truly felt.

When the eighth fishing boat was submerged, I finally pulled out my wallet and opened the coaster.

Reflecting the entire sunset glow behind the arc, I heard the sound of the electronic watch on my left wrist chiming the hour.

The coaster reads——

"Get off work at five, have dinner together?"

(fourteen)

When you lie on your back at the equator, the seasons will be an illusion.

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"I need curtains."

Staring at the five-foot-square window for seven days straight.The dazzling morning is more accurate than the alarm clock.

Xiaoping Suite on Siwei Road.Lazy and innocent Taitung City.

A season of dwindling money and appetites.

A city where one-way traffic is legal.

It is obviously the sunshine in winter, but like a menopausal man, he is still trying to prove his charm in an unpopular place.

Work has made me a nocturnal bat, unable to withstand the salty ocean sun of the east coast.

My soul is badly sunburned.

With a black film in the corner of his mouth, he stepped on the only small square table in the room, and replaced the transparent glass with ink-stained newspaper.

One floor is not enough, two and three are added, until noon it is like a darkroom.

The increasingly yellow United newspaper on the window, compulsive reading within reach.

In the end, when job advertisements are more etched in your mind than your newly installed phone number

I start talking to myself.

"Micro-credit, the procedure is simple. 』(Indeed, the procedure is simple and the most effective slow murder.)

"Technology always comes from human nature. ’ (Human nature is just legalized animal nature.)

"Three nine three nine eight eight nine..." (Uh, where did the landlord lose his phone?)

Winter in eastern Taiwan is more cloudy than sunny.

When the third drizzle finally penetrated the window cracks and smudged the lead-colored landscape painting, I spoke my only hope to Avon on the other end of the microphone.

"I need curtains."

Avon promised to send the large curtains that cannot be found in Taitung to the government as quickly as possible.

I left her the address, and my eyes at night still had to continue to be exposed to the morning sun.

Except for this little discomfort.Life, is the backstroke of the whale that dreams of.

Every day, I take my bento to the viewing kiosk by the sea and count every inch of the coastline.

Lie under the 360-degree sky and listen to the whisper of the waves.

In the evening when the sky is full of rosy clouds, I walk lazily in the park and look at the cows, discussing the necessity of a leisurely life.

As soon as he got interested, he drove to the mountains and listened to the old man who planted passion fruit promote his grandson who was studying in college.

In the cold season, I love my solitude.

Loneliness penetrates the bone marrow like a cold wind hitting the skin, soaking the freedom of the whole body.

It is a pious sin to give up a cowardly ear.

Forgetting the ability to speak is a blissful addiction.

Most of the mornings when I wake up hungry are already other people's nights.

The text that should be written is still sleeping deeply in the room

I put on my windbreaker and went downstairs in the dark to look for food.Planning to have a date with beef noodles tonight?Or watch the sea with assorted fried rice?

Cover the red-painted iron door, and the sound of metal echoes in the night.

In the cold season, it is never easy for a rigid mind to knock into unexpected things or people.

Turning around the alleyway, out of the corner of his eye, he picked up a figure standing in the shadows across the street.

Can't do it.The footsteps moved towards the food with inertia, but he frowned because of the sense of disobedience and hunger.

sense of violation.Like a jigsaw puzzle upside down.The subconscious masochism of the misplaced bored woman.

Should we celebrate the emptiness of our stomach?

Hunger drags the sober head, the more hungry the more sober.

The relationship is a subtle proportional square.

A lingering shadow in a strange city approached me, and the clear shout accompanied by the north wind threw me in the face.

"Miss Jiang, please sign for the delivery."

You stand there in black.Holding a thick curtain cloth appeared in front of my eyes.

"The curtains you want," you say.

The heat of the noodle soup steamed my face, opening my pores and nerves.

Sit across the table.My breakfast, your dinner.

The white tabletop rests the dark blue check curtains that you bring across the South.

"I've always hoped that I could do something for you..." You put down the motorcycle keys, pulled a napkin backhand and handed it to me.

"How long have you been riding?" I tried to figure out how tired you were along the way.

"forget."

"Forgot?" I looked up at you from the steaming fog.

Seeing that you have two more blue and white pills in your hand, you are looking down for the water in your backpack.

"Just remember when you should leave, don't you?" You swallowed the pill with mineral water in one gulp.

Picking the fallen leaves of memory, the collage shows your weakness and arrogance back then and I escaped.

Whether it is luck or misfortune, there is no way to look back.

Leaving the noodle shop, I will lead you to walk on the embankment by the sea, one behind the other.

The sea of ​​night in Taitung contains endless blackness, and the white waves like flowing Jesus are reflected in the weak lights.

You lie on the breakwater and hum an unknown song, while I sit quietly and look at the shadow of the island on the other side in the dark.

"Phoenix eye cake." Suddenly you look backwards to the sea, pointing to the black and white waves.

I looked back at you and laughed wildly.

You have always had a childlike innocence that is not affected by time.

"Are you going to Green Island?"

You infiltrate this question in my laughter.

Jiang Taigong raised his eyebrows, always meaningless, but equally alluring.

"I've been to Green Island."

With a little pride remaining, I replied.

At night, you decide to sleep on the inside of the mattress, saying that you will feel safe by leaning on the bookcase.

I give up the sleeping position, let you have a good rest.

Soon came the sound of your sleeping snort, and with the desk lamp on, your silhouette on the side of my wall looked so peaceful.

The second time I saw your sleeping face.The drip on the wrist is missing, and the frowning expression is also missing.

I turned sideways and followed the shadow to draw lines on the wall.

From the center of your brow to the neck, from the corner of your mouth to your eyelashes.

Suddenly, you turned over, and the hand that was holding the quilt loosened and fell flat on the side of the pillow.

I think it's because I'm tired all the way, your deep sleep corresponds to my sobriety.

I fumbled out the light blue nail polish and painted it carefully on your little finger.

It was the azure blue of eastern Taiwan, the sky outside my window.

"Give you some leisurely blue sky, Mylittlegirl..." I thought while blowing on my little finger.

At six o'clock in the morning, the sparrows outside the window chimed the time on time.You've finished your grooming and are curled up with your luggage.

I know, you are leaving.

After you flipped through the books in my bookcase, you tiptoed towards me who was still lying on the bed.

Seeing me still lying on my back, you bent down and said softly:

"I'm leaving, the plane is at [-]:[-], you continue to sleep."

Hearing the sound of footsteps moving, beside the bed, by the window, inside the door, outside the door, going downstairs.

The metal sound of the iron gate was very clear at six o'clock in the morning.

Count your breaths, don't want to open your eyes but have a sleepless morning.

Tossing and turning, mental exhaustion caused dry mouth, struggled to get up, and drank water.

There is an unknown object next to the water cup, a filter coffee pot, and the dark green plastic surface reflects my astonishment.

The white piece of paper proudly stuck to the mouth of the pot, saying:

"It's not for you, it's form."

What's the meaning? !

I grabbed my coat and headed straight out the door.

Like Mercedes-Benz chasing the last trace of memory before crossing the bridge in the desert.

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"I do not understand what you mean."

At eight o'clock, Taitung Fengnian Airport, I will hand the omelette and the paper to you at the same time.

"Nothing special." You took the breakfast silently, and the note remained in my hand.

You smiled faintly, lowered your eyes, and maintained a posture of hesitating to speak with long eyelashes.

You held the omelette in front of the window, and the heat turned into fog and climbed up the glass you were leaning on.

Dimly, people can't see the fleeting truth in your eyes.

You reach out and clearly draw an exclamation point on the glass.

"It's just that I hope I can have a cup of hot coffee before leaving next time." You said.

They were amazed to say the fearful look you inadvertently oozed when you faced the glass

say you start using plastic plates

The calm madness of the night carved by the shattered glass

However, I wish I could change places with you and feel sorry for you

So maybe you'll understand how insecure I am.

Long restlessness, I can only photograph the indifference in your eyes

Love and hate are connected.Is the entanglement only the years, or the life

I am in love, and so are you.

I hear you communicate for greedy souls

And must hide in the pact of the strange figure, the feeble voice of compromise

You hate compromise.

I hate the reason that makes you compromise again and again.

I know too well that the character you carry will eventually leave, and before you leave, you must roar angrily about it.

So you started to go on the road alone again with your lonely back.

Stepping out is equivalent to leaking the hidden location.

Already ready to pick you up and search for you.

I know you, always have.

21 pictures have been prepared for a long time when you are hiding and wandering

Always no one understands, always the lonely who is not understood

Here, let me fill in your complete understanding.

Make sure it won't hurt this time, okay?

I'll stop writing here, like last time.

Life is not over, I will write it in my heart.

"It's just that I hope I can have a cup of hot coffee before leaving next time." You say

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Until you approached the gate, I was still thinking about the meaning of this sentence.

(fifteen)

Who said that when the fog clears in the morning, it must be a sunny day?

who said?

Who will prove it to me?

The first time I came to Green Island was when I graduated from high school.

At that time, the Green Island Airport had not yet been built, and the crowds of tourists had not submerged this small green island.

I was on a small plane with only 11 seats, and the propellers were whistling outside the window.

The precipitous and turbulent currents in February made me terrified as I took a small plane for the first time. I looked back at a group of aborigines talking and laughing. The flying method like a roller coaster was just an ordinary lullaby to them. .

Finally, I couldn't help but asked the driver loudly, would it be dangerous?

And he only returned me a weird smile. I remember it deeply.

At that time, it was also such a sunny noon, and I was alone.

And now, the 24-seater plane carried me steadily to Green Island.

After getting off the plane and renting a motorcycle, looking at the blue sky and blue sea, I said to myself: {Let’s start looking for someone!}

At two o'clock in the afternoon, after walking around the island for two weeks, I finally found you sleeping on a stone chair in the pavilion at Guiwanbi.

I quietly approached you, squatting half a meter beside you to watch you quietly, I think, I have fallen in love with seeing your sleeping face.

Maybe it's the faint pressure in the air, maybe it's the sound of a certain wave that wakes you up.

{Hi.}I greeted with a smile

From your slightly startled eyes, I can see your surprise, and I can also see your non-surprise

{how do you know I'm here?} you ask.

{The advantage of a small island is that it is easy to find people}.

You nod your head, and your raised lips have a bright island style.

{You came here in the morning, where have you been?}

{It's just going around in a circle} You simply answered, and there was some kind of mysterious symbol in your smile.

{How did you decide to come to Green Island in the end?} You ask

{I'm afraid you'll get lost}I laughed.

{Will you accidentally fall headlong into the sea?} You laugh too.

{Yes, I will have to save you when the time comes.}

{Then I will thank you}

{You're welcome}.

We joked, and our laughter floated above the jelly-blue water, the sun was bright and the sky was high and the wind was breezy.

Thus, their trip to Green Island officially began.

You take me to the trail of Niutoushan Mountain, push through the layers of forest, step on a large grassland, and come to the side facing the sea and facing the wind.

The grass waves are flying on the steep slope of the cliff, looking down at the blue ocean, we shouted to the ocean, as if all the sad past can be shaken off together, the north wind blows loudly on the top of the mountain, the two bodies are in the wind Yao swayed, but was as happy as a child in an amusement park.

Accidentally, I was stabbed by an unknown plant and bumped. You, who was walking behind, gave me a hand. The connection point between the palm and the arm became hotter.

I calmed down, pretended nothing happened and smiled to thank you.

There's a smile in your eyes that I can't pinpoint. A smile that's been going on since we met.

Nearby, I found a homestay, threw a little luggage into the room, and after dinner, you explored the night wind with your skills.

{Let's go, bask in the moon!}

You patted the back seat of the locomotive, indicating where the two of you should sit.

I hid my surprise, for the first time, I was in a riding position.

Facing the night wind, we climbed across the island along the mountain road without street lights.

The night is black and blue, the mountains and forests are whispering, the salty sea water smells of flowers, and the island always has its unique smell and sound, which is fascinating.

I looked up at the sky full of stars: {I don’t know what will happen if I turn off the lights?}

{Then turn it off!}

At the same time as words and actions, the artificial light is extinguished, the sky and the earth show its original appearance instantly, the mountains and forests walk and dance in the dark, the Milky Way is paved into a beautiful silk, and the moonlight shines on the stone road.

I laughed, the willful behavior in your and my personalities is the common point that has been able to connect with each other over the years.

You then turned off the motorcycle and parked it on the side of the road, melting into the night along with the sound.

Lie on the spot recklessly, covered in silver light.

I couldn't help laughing: {The moon will be exposed to the sun like this, it will become whiter and whiter}

{I have long wanted to lie in the middle of the road openly and aboveboard}

{It is indeed a rare privilege}

Suddenly, two car lights slowly emerged from the other end of the mountain road. You refused to give up the opportunity to lie in the middle of the road, so I had no choice but to act as a traffic director, stand in front of you, and direct the vehicles to make a detour.

When the little blue fortune car passed us, the aboriginal friends in the car all had stunned expressions on their faces.

You and I looked at each other, and we laughed together.

{Looking at the Milky Way together?} You bent your eyes to invite.

{why not?}

I lay down and felt the pleasure of lying on the road together.

Looking up at the gurgling Milky Way, it seems as if it is close in front of your eyes and within reach.

In fact, it exists billions of light-years away.

Just like you.

"What are you thinking?"

The sound of 纟 pierced the silence, and at the same time pierced the city walls piled up in my heart.

You who never cared about what other people think, actually ask me what I am thinking?

"Think...Think if the comet hits at this time, where should we escape?" The disordered thinking squeezed out a clumsy answer.

"Why run away? What should come will always come."

You smiled slyly: "And it's best to open your eyes hard at that time, and take a closer look at the appearance of the comet."

"And watch yourself being crushed to death?"

You raised your eyebrows freely: "It's not in vain once in a lifetime."

In a trance, I suddenly realized another meaning in your words, and my heart skipped a beat.

"Meteor!" You shouted suddenly, jumped up, and ran towards the silver arc.

"It's a shooting star!" You patted the sky high, surprise overflowing your face, a rare look of excitement.

"First time seeing a shooting star?"

You nod and smile like a child, and Orion is shining behind you, the most beautiful constellation in the summer night sky.

What kind of painting is needed to express you at this moment in ten thousandth?

I could clearly hear my heart beating, and my blood rushing rapidly.

Just like the first time I met you when I was 17 years old, it was absolutely heart-pounding.

You spread your net to cover every pore in me and hunt down every nerve in me.

The resistance was invalid, and I saw the huge roller of shrinking life rolling towards me.

Before believing, I can only wait for the sacrifice.

"How do you know that the falling star is a comet? Maybe it's a shooting star that can make a wish." You said.

I have always believed that no one else can make me laugh from the bottom of my heart like you.

And I know better than anyone that all of this has to be paid for with more tears.

Am I ready? The tear bottle?

Can't escape?

At night, I looked sideways at your sleeping face 75 centimeters away, and repeated this question in my mind.

The next day, after waking up, the two leisurely went to have lunch with their slippers on.

I let the sun of the island wash away my melancholy, cast it far out to sea, and played all day long.

At Dabaisha Bay, I thought that there should be Xingsha at this time, so I bent over to search for it.

You suddenly took out a glass bottle indifferently and said you wanted to give it to me.

I saw that it was full of star dust, and I declined, thinking that this is what you want, so how dare you accept it for nothing.

"This was meant for you," you said.

I must have shown a surprised expression, I saw the pride in your eyes.

"I searched all morning to find these. It was very hard." You are like a child asking for rewards.

I suddenly realized that you were looking for Xingsha yesterday morning.

"Why did you send me?"

"Shouldn't I send you off?" You asked back, more confident than me.

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Shouldn't you be so nice to you?"

If the question is not answered, I stop asking.

"Thank you." I smiled and accepted the glass bottle.

If you insist on letting me figure out the answer myself, then I'll let this [-]/[-] situation continue.

Because of the unknown, so win, lose, each, half.

I have always weighed only your weight in my heart. I never expected that you would have my weight in your heart.

Or, in fact, I know very well that you like me, but I miss you so much that I can only stay in the position of a friend.

So I am not satisfied, so I would rather not, because the position I want is not just the position of a friend.

However? Now I have a covenant with freedom.How should I choose between you and freedom?

At night, we parked the car on the edge of the cliff of Wangyue Pavilion, walked through the long ridge path, picked two big rocks at the protruding place of the cliff, and sat on them. The 270-degree ocean is in front of us.

I have always liked the sea at night, the layered black and bright velvet blankets and white tassels, low-key luxury.

The sea is sparkling in the distance, and we chat like friends for many years.

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