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Letter from Zhou Wei to Lu Lin [-]

Student Lu Sansan:

See words as faces (although not my own words), how have you been these few days?

I arrived in Heilongjiang this morning, and it took me half a day to reach Hegang.I booked the B&B in advance, and the boss was waiting at the gate of the station to pick me up.She is a tall woman in her thirties with a round face and a thin voice with a Northeast accent, very flattering.She is a bit plump, with a fair face, and when she smiles, her eyes are curved, very kind.She drove me to the store on a small tricycle, and I sat behind the tricycle, staring at the wild boar in the cage behind the truck that was not driving alongside us, feeling like a beast (joking).It should be considered late autumn in Northeast China. There are mixed ginkgo and maple trees on both sides of the road, messy but clean, with red and yellow leaves densely overlapping.As soon as the wind blows, it flutters down and covers me.The boss laughed in the front and told me to bear it for now. When I arrived at the store, I took a hot bath and everything was fine.In fact, I don't think the leaves are dirty, and I even think it's a little fun.I groaned and yanked the leaves off my body, only to be slapped by the wind again.I swear, that pig absolutely laughed at me, and I use my "little seven" as a guarantee.

This is a small city, so small that it is not easy to find on the map.In addition to the off-season of tourism, I was the only one living in the B&B, and there was a young man wearing black-rimmed glasses, with his hair tied in a small ball behind his head, looking like a literary youth.He wasn't there when I came, and he didn't come back until I finished dinner and was about to go upstairs—the boss said that he lived here for more than half a month, got up very late every day, went out during lunch, and came back at night.He doesn't talk much, and looks indifferent to everyone.Maybe, like me, I also come here to pick up the wind or relax.

I plan to get up late tomorrow, to recharge my batteries and go out the day after tomorrow.Okay, let's not talk about it, I heard the boss grabbing her husband's ear and scolding - I still use her computer.To avoid embarrassment, let's end the topic here.

be careful.

Remember to write back.

Zhou Wei had a dream all night, and when she finally woke up, she was covered in sweat.She hadn't completely pulled out of the dream, so she stared at the ceiling for a while.The B&B is just a two-story cement building with small rooms and average sound insulation.Just like now, she can clearly hear the voice coming from downstairs - that voice does not belong to the boss, nor does it belong to the man of the boss - he is the accountant in this store, and it does not belong to the reclusive young literary man .It was the voices of two women, and the exact age group could not be distinguished, but just because they kept talking, it seemed that the small building was extraordinarily lively.

Zhou Wei froze for a moment, and then her senses gradually came back—she seemed to feel that she was in the real world at this moment, and the sandalwood aroma in the air made her nasal cavity itchy.The drawn curtains blocked the sunlight outside, making the room look stuffy and messy.So she writhed uneasily, straightening her numb left foot.The talking downstairs continued, and her stomach groaned—finally, she sat up slowly, and reluctantly pulled the quilt up from the floor with her hands.In this series of movements, the irritability that had been following her since she woke up did not slide to the ground along the corner of the quilt, on the contrary, it became clearer and even seemed to expand.

She went downstairs and saw two strange-looking young women in the living room-the two women were sitting next to each other by the fire, talking about something with wide-eyed smiles.

"Big sister is awake? Would you like something to eat?" The boss greeted her warmly.

"Oh, why are you like this, don't you count your words?" One of the two women suddenly screamed, and then reached out to pinch the other's face.The other didn't hide, and stretched out his hand to meet him in a daze.The two people held hands straight, turned each other's face, shoulders collided, and refused to give in to each other, like some small animals vying for territory, which looked very funny.

Zhou Wei's temples twitched, and he even lost interest in the food the boss was talking about, so he replied perfunctorily, "Give me whatever you want."

The boss got up and went to the kitchen, and Zhou Wei sat down on the sofa next to the two of them—if there was any other place to sit in the living room, she would never want to sit with the two of them.

The war between the two ended in time, and one of them turned to her with a smile: "Are you a resident here too? Hello."

The other nodded at her as if learning the tongue: "Hello."

Zhou Wei had no interest in these two people, and replied a greeting, then lowered his head to wipe the lens of his camera.

"Is this your camera?" The woman who spoke to her looked very interested.She looked very young, only in her early twenties, a big girl.

"En." Zhou Wei responded.

"Are you a photographer?" Still that girl.

"Probably." Zhou Wei didn't raise his head.

The girl was turned away, but she was not discouraged: "Are you coming to the Northeast to collect wind, or to travel?"

"Collecting wind."

The girl leaned close to her companion's ear, murmured something, and asked excitedly, "Then do you shoot people?"

Zhou Wei's hand froze.She raised her head and met the girl's eyes.The girl has a round and full face, only the chin is pointed.The eyes are also round, with a pair of bright kernels, like black gooseberries.

The girl looked younger than her, but she panicked inexplicably.As if feeling ashamed of the panic just now, she straightened her neck, raised her chin high, and met the girl's gaze as if angry: "I don't shoot people." She choked, and lowered her eyelids: "I won't Shooting people is not good.”

She hastily added another sentence: "Nowadays people are too shallow and have no stories. What I want to take is not an artistic photo in a studio, nor is it an 'beautiful portrait'."

Her expression was very proud, but also a bit stubborn.

She thought that the girl should be angry after saying this.But the girl smiled: "That's right, young people should have pursuits."

She looked at the Nokia placed by Zhou Wei again: "In this day and age, there are still some of you young people who don't use smartphones?" She has a gentle voice, but the end of each word is as lonely and fragmented as a jade touch. The voice is neat and pleasant.I can't tell where her accent is from. It's not a perfect accent, but every word is articulated clearly. It makes people feel that the speaker should have a gentle and stubborn face, and a thin mouthful. Teeth as white as porcelain.Zhou Wei remembered that in the fairy tale books she read when she was a child, there was a bird called nightingale - even though she had never seen this kind of bird, it should be like this when a nightingale sang.she thought so.

"I'm quitting internet addiction recently." Zhou Wei replied.

"That's a coincidence, the two of us are also using phones for the elderly, but it's a different model from yours." The girl took out her mobile phone and showed it to her.

She was a little dizzy, why did this girl look younger than her, calling her a young man, is it popular among the new generation?

Another woman seemed to see her doubts.She put her girlfriend on the shoulder, and said to Zhou Wei: "She likes to joke, don't mind."

This is a completely different person again, and it is obviously better to call her a "woman" than a girl.She has long, thick, hard, straight yellow hair, and the light from the window hits it, casting a little light of unknown meaning.An oval face is almost morbidly pale, with smooth skin. At first glance, it looks like the kind of rich woman in her 30s who often spends a lot of money on her face.Her facial features are very beautiful, and there is almost nothing wrong with her.The two lips are thin, and they move very quickly when speaking, and they close them again before they can clearly see the shape of the mouth.When not moving, even the chin seems to be carved out with a knife, which is daunting.

The most special thing is a red birthmark on her forehead, like a butterfly fluttering its wings.She just showed it so big and didn't care.

"I'm in my 30s, and I'm old and out of shape." She frowned and blamed her female companion.Her tone was flat, like an asphalt road paved for thousands of miles, she only turned around when she said "son", with a crisp ending sound.So her whole person came alive in Zhou Wei's eyes, she was no longer that dummy carved with a knife.It's just that the accusation didn't sound like guilt, but a bit like flirting.

Zhou Wei was speechless for a moment.

The boss came over with three bowls of noodles.

"You can still make our Shanxi sliced ​​noodles." The round-faced girl enthusiastically took the noodles from the boss, and put the first bowl in front of Zhou Wei.

Zhou Wei was a little at a loss - in this way, it seemed that her own tolerance was very narrow.

"Actually, I wanted to ask you just now," the yellow-haired woman's beautiful face finally fluctuated, "Have we met?"

Zhou Wei had just picked up the chopsticks and was digging a slice of chili peppers to poke into the noodles. Hearing her words, his hands stopped, and he raised his face to look at her, full of confusion.

"We've seen it before." The woman with yellow hair said very firmly this time.