"The steps under her feet showed no sign of stopping. She continued to walk through the night with the attitude of a runner, running into the mysterious darkness in front of her. Finally, after runnin

"The steps under her feet showed no sign of stopping. She continued to walk through the night with the attitude of a runner, running into the mysterious darkness in front of her. Finally, after running to the stand where the bag was stored, the girl slowed down her pace. , and started walking. During the time when the lights were turned off, the playground, which had been lively and noisy just now, became dead. The students walked out silently, as if obeying some mysterious religious code. The crowd moved around, took out a cigarette from the depths of the backpack, took a deep breath of smoke, and looked up at the moon with a sigh of relief, so she felt that there should be a song to accompany her. , holding a cigarette in her mouth, enduring the choking smoke, she found her mobile phone. After setting the single loop, the music of "Radio Love Song" played softly, and she handed it over from time to time. The pain in her throat seemed to awaken someone. She shook her head, trying to erase the memory, but it became clearer. She thought, maybe an encounter in my life came from flicking off the cigarette. Cigarette butts, she sat quietly and looked at the brilliant lights of the dormitory building.

The night wind began to feel chilly. She stood up and hugged herself to leave the playground. She felt someone shouting from behind, because she was not sure. He didn't look back. Soon the sound became clearer.

"Hey, hey. . . . Wait, don't go! ! "

She still walked forward, refusing to stop. The voice came closer with more urgency.

"Hey. Don't go," he said. Two familiar figures blocked her way, Bai Shirt and his companion.

"Hey," said Bai Shirt, "lend me a fire. He scratched his head, "Hey, I just dropped it while running." "

She didn't say anything. She reached into her backpack and searched for a while, then handed over the lighter. She didn't look back and left.

"Hey. "Hey" White Shirt ran closer again

"I see you are a good runner." How much did you run tonight? "

She lowered her head, "I don't count, half an hour. "Going around the white shirt, she continued walking forward. Her pace accelerated a lot, and she wished she could fly back to the dormitory. She was looking forward to it, and didn't understand why she wanted to leave as soon as possible.

The white shirt came from behind. "Will you come again tomorrow?" "

"Yeah. "The girl quickly turned around and responded, running out of the playground.

Breeze-intoxicating Night (2)

At nine o'clock sharp, the girl appeared again in the playground filled with dim lights. The experience last night made her feel a little hopeful. She put away the books in her backpack along the trail she had walked yesterday, adjusted her breathing, and ran on the gravel track. Get up. She passed by a strange boy in a white shirt. Her heart beat faster involuntarily. The situation in the playground was completely different from last night. Although there were still lively voices, there were more unfamiliar sounds. Her face was missing some of the people she saw yesterday.

Her clothes were clinging to her back and her face was hot. But today the girl didn’t look like she did yesterday. Running in big strides, ignoring her surroundings, immersed in her own world, enjoying the short rest and time that running brings her to think independently about the world she lives in. On weekdays, she goes to and from the library, canteen, dormitory, and classroom. The time is compressed, and she can't think. It's like there is a thread controlling her to do these things day after day. Recently, she is even more busy working a part-time job at night. Guarding the duty room at night, although this job should be more suitable for a man, but for her, this job represents all the financial resources for the semester. She has no choice. p>

It was also because of this additional job that she didn’t want to be overwhelmed and needed some independent time to truly belong to herself. She fell in love with running, which was no longer a sport, every time. Found the meaning of life in it.

She was unwilling to give up and struggled to use her own power to create the world she wanted. Unfortunately, things did not complete as she expected, but she died heroically in an extremely tragic way. At night, she tossed and turned, just like a man who repeatedly felt proud of himself and dedicated all his precious youth time, but secretly cried when he reaped the fruits of failure. The corner of the quilt was wet.

Her memory unfolded in an orderly manner with the rhythm of her footsteps, and even when she reached the emotional point, her footsteps became heavier. The missing boy in white didn't appear. In her heart, she always thought that love would favor her and give her a beautiful answer. Unfortunately, this time the dream was shattered again.

He quickened his pace and ran like a gust of wind, constantly passing by people who were whispering and walking together. In her heart, she hopes to become one of a group of twos and threes, and she has endless complaints to her companions. Instead of being left to yourself at this moment, you become a companion with running alone.

From the moment she entered the playground, her steps were not very fast. My eyes are always searching, my mind is wandering in my memory. After several laps, the surroundings were no longer as lively as they were at the beginning. Although the lights in the playground were still on, the dim light illuminated everyone's faces, reflecting their smiles and sadness. She raised her head and looked toward the sky to find the moon. It's not a full moon tonight. The crooked half-moon looked like a smiling old man, and he also turned his attention to her. Smile at her. As if he wanted to tell her something, but said nothing.

In the center of the playground, there were not many men and women from the nunchaku club, only less than four or five people. The tricks played with the nunchucks in his hands were still the same as last night, but they were definitely not as popular as last night's dance. So much so that the girl just realized it when she raised her head from her thoughts. The sound did not take away the interrupted memory. Everything comes naturally. Tonight, the girl was particularly curious. Could it be that the club had been let go just like herself? Waiting without an agreement, looking forward to the story of Prince Charming and Princess happening to you.

Maybe the boy in the white shirt yesterday just asked out of politeness, and it brought her unlimited reveries and expectations. It was a failure today. A beautiful girl brought something and handed it to a boy in the nunchaku club. She felt a little sour in her heart. His eyes were fixed and refused to move away. The pace of my feet gradually quickened.

My throat was already burning. She wanted it to end quickly. The call for a cigarette made her take bigger steps. She was so sweaty that she fell to her feet. You can't stop until the lights go out. This is not a hard and fast rule, but she wants to make a promise to herself through this, not to find any excuses to shirk or evade responsibility. There was a pothole in front of me, my center of gravity was unstable, and I almost twisted my foot. She steadied herself and wiped her sweaty face with her sweaty hands. Staring ahead, he continued to take steps to let his body float on the long runway.

The light of the moon cannot guide her on the unknown road ahead in the dark night. She smiled, and the moon also smiled and arched its eyebrows. Just the company at this moment is enough. At night when there was no one around, only the moon watched her silently and without prejudice, accompanying her in blowing the midnight wind. After the excitement in the playground dispersed, he chose to stay and continued to watch her vigorous figure dancing in the dark night.

The lights went out.

After receiving the signal, she slowed down. He got up and walked to the stand where bags and books were stored. He took out a cigarette from the bag, lit it, and blew out the smoke at the moon. She didn't rush back to the dormitory, but turned over and jumped onto the stand. Sitting on the concrete floor, the concrete floor was still warm from the sun. It's as warm as the hot bed in a farmhouse in Heilongjiang in winter. The smoke rose, covering the face of the moon looking at her, outlining many past events that could not be let go. Although, in the prime of life and outwardly energetic, everything seems to have just begun. But who has really told her that experiencing too many things will make people vicissitudes of life, and time is also a knife. The tool knife in the hands of the engraver is constantly modified and polished. The original roughest parts, the ones she most wanted to keep, have been disposed of. Unfortunately, it is just redundant scraps that must be modified and discarded in order to make the work perfect.

A cigarette has been burned out.

She needed a hole into which to put all her words. Unfortunately, except for the company of the quiet moon, no words are better than ten thousand words.

The cigarette butt fell to the ground, she silently took out one and lit it. Extremely sorry, she gently handed the words to Jiaoyue. "Can you help me convey to my lover in Nanjing that I really miss her? Unfortunately, I am not a good girl and broke my promise to him. Do you know? The person who loves you is willing to stay away from evil things for you and is willing to be with you. You endure the punishment together. I warned you not to do it. There was a time when I was unwilling to lie to him and tell him the truth. I didn’t expect the punishment to come, so that I don’t dare to do it again. Talk to him and endure it alone. If you don't say it, you won't break any agreement, right?

I have never mentioned it to others, and I can't understand it. . But I always know that I love him, and only. From the moment we met, I no longer chose to kill loneliness, nor did I choose to make myself happy. Can you tell me why? Being able to stay together with him, but missing each other and distrusting each other across thousands of miles?

Long-distance love between boys and girls is not allowed by their families, but what about me? ? But like him, they both come from ordinary families. There is no earth-shattering love, and the world between the two of them is so peaceful and nostalgic.

I really want it. Him. Who would know that the person I miss pulls all my nerves, just to picture the life with him?" She lowered her head. Holding my body blown by the cold wind, I looked at the moon and expected it to give me an answer.

A Night with Intoxicating Breeze (3)

Not every day will repeat what happened the day before. That is a machine with no life at all. Accidents bring surprises. It's not like yesterday's nine o'clock sharp. The sky is overcast and the rain is pouring down. It doesn't stop from morning to night. Her mood was also made gloomy by the continuous drizzle and the hazy sky, and she lost interest even in the running she had been doing for two months. When she walked to the playground, she thought about crossing back to the dormitory and giving up tonight's nine o'clock sharp. But when I think of Nanjing, Lin Feng's profile emerges. With the light hitting her heart, the thought of giving up was gone. Being able to stay with Lin Feng and run side by side on the playground, lap after lap, until an hour has passed. She remembered that every time Lin Feng went for a run, he would leave a message.

Tangtang, I’m going for a run. See you soon. Lin Feng sent a text message an hour later telling her the run was over. And they don't have much time left, and both of them will cherish the little time left. When she recalled this period of time, the corners of her mouth raised, and she smiled alone at the wet playground. Lin Feng, his name echoed in her heart.

Her clothes were already wet. He stood in the middle of the playground and stared blankly. The only thing she noticed about the backpack on her body was that there were cigarettes in it, lying quietly waiting to share her sadness at the moment. It was so humid. If it is lit, it will also get wet from the rain. As she thought this, she felt a hint of liar's guilt. Lin Feng once said that if she wanted him to know about her smoking, he would ignore her. Choose Lin Feng or choose cigarettes that you can rely on. For her, the best way to keep both is to lie. As long as the lie is not exposed, she can keep the life she wants. However, he still unconsciously blamed himself for hiding Lin Feng's smoking. Isn't love meant to be frank and understanding between two people? Doubts arose in her heart, and her desire to gain pure emotional understanding drove her to reveal all her unhappiness to Lin Feng.

In Nanjing.

She followed Lin Feng and quickly glanced at the buildings passing by. I was sighing at the prosperity of Nanjing at night, but before I had time to think of words suitable to describe Nanjing, Lin Feng's voice came to my ears. His voice was calm and tinged with southern gentleness. It sounds very comfortable. She did not answer but turned her head to Lin Feng, looking into Lin Feng's eyes under the bright light.

She wanted to hear Lin Feng calling her name. Gently and dotingly. Are these two words going to take away the doting of the last second? She shook her head, her head felt dizzy as if someone had hit her, and she looked up at the empty corridor in dizziness. Relying on the cold feeling behind my back. Biting her lip.

She didn’t want to experience being abandoned again. People who are abandoned by feelings and stay. The scene when I broke up with Jian Yan was vivid in my mind. Never experience being so heartbroken that you can't stand up again. He did not try to persuade her to stay, but cried and asked Jian Yan why he had forgotten the relationship between the two of them for many years. Jian Yan remained silent and said sorry. She hugged her knees and listened to the sound of her heart breaking during the first and second emotional blow. Are you an emotional loser? Not worthy of love? Why do you all want to leave me so much?

Since Lin Feng cannot be retained, he cannot be retained. She could only compromise. But he still didn't give up his feelings for Lin Feng. Lin Feng retained his little hobbies and usual habits. To be called a lunatic, that night he was really crazy, making phone calls and sending text messages in the hope of getting Lin Feng to change his mind. She should say that she is the stupidest, she thought. If you didn't say anything or answer at that time. Instead, he quietly left Lin Feng some time to reconsider his decision. Things, like human life, generally don't have a second chance. What kind of feeling did she leave in Lin Feng's heart? She must be the most stupid and impatient woman. Men like women who can understand their tiredness when it matters most. The relationship is more of a friend and confidant without being willful. This may be a man's best companion.

She is too childish. Needs more care. Hope Moment is the protagonist who is loved and cared for. Lin Feng's habits were not only retained by her, but she would also do them herself. I hope we can meet one day and follow his habit and stay by his side.

Will this day be too long? The lights in the playground dimmed on time. She stopped with sweat on her head. Under the moonlight, the puddles look like lakes, reflecting the moonlight. She shook her head. He left with his bag.

Postscript, this novel has been revised many times. Even if it is released now, there are still many contradictions and errors. Please understand.