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I met Sekine at a school photo exhibition.

In the spring of that year, I came back from studying in Northern Europe. After completing the long-term observation procedures in the Provincial People's Hospital, I lived in the school dormitory with Li Chuan'er.

We studied art and were exchange students together, so we also have many friends in the photography department.

Sekine is quite well-known in the industry. I admired some of his works first, and then saw him in real life.

We chatted very congenially, and his various travel experiences are very attractive to a little girl like me.And my story could spark a modicum of interest in a writer like him.

A few years ago, I had a car accident in China and was seriously injured. I was sent to a European hospital for nearly three years of rehabilitation.In the third year, I just got the local exchange student qualification.

Li Chuaner's aunt is my attending doctor, and she got to know me well during my convalescent period.

In that accident, I lost a memory and the part of my right leg below the knee, where it was replaced by a removable prosthesis of special material under the trouser leg.

At that time, Sekine invited me to participate in an exhibition related to the disabled in the photographer circle.I wasn't very interested in it at first, after all, I felt that my disability was not too obvious, and it didn't affect my life too much.But people are kind, and exhibitions are good exhibitions.

It was rare for me to take the initiative to ask for his personal contact information, and started bombarding him with messages every day on the pretext of asking Mr. Guan a question.

For more than half a year, I know that he has been to Nepal and also stayed in Xiamen, and has contacts with some publishing houses and people in the art circle.But my relationship with him has always remained at the level of a young painter who has just entered the circle and Mr. Guan, a photographer and writer.

He is a very approachable person, and it is easy to be infected by his calmness and calmness when making friends with him.

But since I've known him for half a year, I'm still not sure what kind of affection I have for him.Because I know my situation very well, if I don't understand a person's past and all the turning points in his life, and understand the importance of my "duckweed" in his heart, I can't talk to this person.

Li Chuaner is a very simple girl who is well protected and capable of doing things by herself.It makes me feel at ease.

But Sekone was different.

While I was sinking gradually, I knew that all this was illusory and beyond my reach.

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I sat on the edge of the bed with my mobile phone in my hand, and uttered my daily chatter, "Teacher Guan complained to me about his editing again today... I really want to have a wallet to support him, but will people despise me?"

Li Chuaner shook his head, "Please, we are also beauties who have returned from gold plating, so we should be a little more confident, okay? Besides, you are rich!"

"It's not like you haven't seen Guan Gen." I turned a deaf ear to the second half of the sentence, and started flipping through the photos on my phone, "Last time I went to the Lanting autograph event, that beautiful writer liked his appearance very much!"

Li Chuaner recalled it, and spread his hands, "In comparison, you really look like a verdant little tortoise."

I:"……"

"But you have to believe," she went on, "it's possible for him to meet you and fall in love with you! That's what he deserves to die for!"

Me: "... Please stay out of my sight mellowly."

The phone vibrated, I picked it up and found that there was a notification in the class group.

Recently, I am preparing to go sketching, and I don’t know where the school has decided to go, which route, so I have to pack my luggage as appropriate.

I clicked to open it, Dunhuang.

"Go along the route to Dunhuang," Li Chuan'er also saw the message, "You have to buy the desert equipment in advance, otherwise you must go to Hei San Baidu."

I responded casually, "Ang." Then I clicked on the chat box with Guan Gen.

Silently grinding ink: Teacher Guan!We are going to sketch in Dunhuang next week!

"Which leg do you bring?" Li Chuaner squatted in the corner and asked, "I feel that the desert may be similar to a ski resort."

In the corner is a row of prosthetics, my right leg.

When I skied for the first time in Europe, everyone stood on the snow slope excitedly and cautiously. Li Chuaner and I supported each other in a waltz style. During the bumps, one of them didn’t pay attention, and my leg slipped out by itself.

And slide faster than anyone else.

Everyone was stunned, which led to my fame in the academy, and the ski club immediately offered an olive branch.

The phone vibrated again.

Sekine: Coincidentally, I was in Gansu and Inner Mongolia some time ago to collect information, and I will send you a few recommendations of scenic spots and shops.

Grinding ink silently:! ! !

Grinding ink silently: Is there any special product that you miss, I will bring it to you.

Sekine: Expression/I am satisfied with this heart.But I may go again in a while, and maybe I can just meet you.

Grinding ink silently: OK, if you have time, come and play with us

Sekone: OK/Expression

Kangen: Are you going into the desert?It may be a little windy recently, be careful.

Holding the phone in my hand, I grinned and rolled happily on the bed.

"Look at how promising you are!" Li Chuaner leaned over and took a look.

I stuck out my tongue, hooked her shoulder, and smiled at each other two seconds later.

I didn't expect that after just one week, I would bid farewell to this beautiful life that was peaceful and full of sweet secret love.

Looking at it from the outside, however, it's hard to tell if my life has gone astray or is back on track.

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There is no name on that tombstone.

Wu Xie didn't smoke, put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, stared at the tombstone, and didn't speak for a long time.

"Don't look," the fat man patted him, "If you stare and don't speak, people will be shy, don't you know?"

"...I'm fucking thinking about sound transmission." Wu Xie said.

"Oh, excuse me." The fat man took out a box of sandwich biscuits and put it in front of the tombstone. "Girl, it's convenient, can you bring me into the group chat?"

Fatty stayed in Banai after the wildfire, taking care of the clouds, and seemed to have no intention of leaving.

But when Wu Xie went to Tibet, he actually came out of the mountains.Wu Xie said, don't worry about it, just live a good life.The fat man said that the little girl who lied to me all the way is still unwilling to accept me, when she let go, I will go back and marry.

Wu Xie knew that the fat man was actually for him.For so many years, he has never been back to Banai, and he doesn't know the relationship between them, but he knows that Yun Cai is not married yet.

Wu Xie thought about it. In the past, he felt guilty, but this time he didn't feel anything—he basically couldn't feel any normal human emotions now.

He was still staring at the tombstone, feeling a bit addicted to cigarettes, he hesitated for two seconds, touched it, lit it, and took a deep breath.

"Let's go," he exhaled a smoke ring, "This one is alive enough to go into the desert, I have to see the follow-up performance."

He turned around, leaving a shadow behind the tombstone.

The author has something to say:

Unexpectedly, from winter vacation to summer vacation.

The Shahai volume has not been finished yet, and the previous ones have not been repaired, so the update will be relatively slow, about twice a week.