Ask for a short story by Jing M.Guo.

We are born, grow up, fall in love, get married, have children, get old and die.

This is a long and huge process. Clouds can be turned into rain to wash mountain roads, reeds can be inserted into the sky all the time, countless trees can rise and fall again, and even some stars will be disillusioned in the universe at this time. And the universe is another longer and bigger process.

Who says we all believe that the urn is our longest home?

We must live happily, because we will all die for a long time.

However, in such a long and huge process, all kinds of people and things with ordinary faces have been slowly appearing, and these are the most common legends in this noisy world.

He is a very popular singer. She is a very ordinary college student.

They had been in love before he became famous. Later, boys became more and more famous and almost didn't go to school. As a result, girls began to take classes alone, eat alone, and ride to the academic affairs office to get new textbooks.

Every weekend, he goes to different cities for publicity, and the notice is often left from the moment he gets off the plane until the evening.

After all the staff have a rest, the boys will write letters on the hotel stationery. Under the desk lamp, at night in a strange city, boys feel lonely every time. A strange room smells strange, and a hard day's work. Every time a boy writes a letter, he thinks that if she is around now, he will hug her gently, and then say, like a big boy, I am so tired. If I knew, I wouldn't be famous.

After the boys finished writing, they put the stationery in the envelope of the hotel and asked the assistant to deliver it to the girls the next morning. A year? Two years, three years.

Boys are becoming more and more popular, and more and more people don't go to school. Girls receive more and more letters. From the three-star hotels that often appeared at the beginning to the four-star hotels later, they all turned into gorgeous stationery in five-star hotels. The girl put all these letters in the drawer.

But we broke up in the end. There is not even a specific reason. In other words, those reasons have eroded a whole red heart.

No quarrel, no sadness, only a quiet hug. When the girl buried her head in the boy's neck, she smelled the smell of his youth flying on the court when she first saw him three years ago. Like the strongest sunshine in summer, she instantly lost the warm touch fragrance used by the boy and heard the sound of birds dropping their feathers overhead. The whole earth is quiet.

Five years later, the girl graduated and entered a big company. She also lives a trapeze life and goes to meetings in various cities every week. All her colleagues know that she has a skill, that is, she can know the telephone number of the local hotel and book a room directly without consulting. She just smiled and didn't speak when asked.

No one knows except her. There is a cupboard in her room, which is full of envelopes from hotels all over the country.

No one knows except her. When she checked into every hotel, she lived in memories.

Many years ago, in the same place, he stepped into the same revolving door with a straight face, stood in the same place with his hands in his pockets, waited for the elevator, opened the door and walked into a room with the same pattern. He used the same towel, shaved the mirror of the same size, lay in the same bathtub silently, picked up a pen under the same dim desk lamp, took off his coat and hung it in the same closet, standing on the same floor.

In a blink of an eye, the years are bleak and the years fall. Dust covered all the short grass, and the branches and leaves extended to the sun.

Is it possible for me to forget you when I have finished all the journeys you have traveled?

Sleeping dreams were locked in black iron cages with a clash many years ago. I can't find anyone to ask or remember.

What time is it over there?

Always has the truest texture. Those sleepy summers. Sweat soaked the test paper under his arm. Looking up, the sun rudely penetrated the pupil.

I seem to have been in high school for 30 years. Thirty years is like a patch, overlapping on my short life line of three years. Like a cocoon branded on your body. Touch the past, abrupt. It's hard. I don't know what's in it.

Those who are quiet and silent in their dreams are surging in every corner of the school like the tide. They quietly climbed the stairs, quietly put on their sportswear, quietly did problems in the classroom filled with cold white fluorescent lamps at night, quietly ran to the canteen with lunch boxes, quietly listened to the rain outside the dormitory, quietly ran on the playground at dusk, and quietly selected notebooks and black pens in the small shop at the school gate.

Then on the day I graduated from high school, I quietly poured out of the school gate and flocked to every corner of the world.

These ordinary things, however, show legendary texture and scales enough to shine on the world after the tide of years has receded.

On a variety show, I saw two boys dressed as twins performing a funny "drinking song". I sat in front of the computer with a coke and laughed. I smiled and lowered my voice and began to drink water quietly. Go down before turning off the computer? LOAD downloaded this song to his IPOD and listened to it all the time. Hearing "Drinking Songs", my heart was slightly glowing with ancient light. Those lights gather together and swim around in the dark heart, like those shiny and lonely fish in the deep sea. Passing places illuminate the pictures and words engraved on the heart wall, just like last autumn, I took a flashlight and used that faint light to illuminate the patterns engraved on the rock wall in the dark grottoes of Dunhuang, and my ears buzzed with strings.

Those legends of Dunhuang desert can't compare with the vague handwriting on your desk.

We will sing happily together and go to school.

We are God's favorite children.

We are lost in the times and golden songs.

When can lovers and companions get together again?

How many songs do you sing six times a day?

How many favorite songs do I have left?

Finally, I understand that it is best not to do it at once.

You should know that you have been with me for a long time.

When eating sushi in a sushi restaurant, I chatted with my friends. Drinking songs? " I said I almost heard tears.

After so many years, I have long been afraid to tell my sadness directly, and I have long been used to telling my sadness in a teasing tone as an ornament in my ordinary life. I have long been used to using "I'm so fucking sad" to express my shame. I never thought to explore whether this is a natural defense against more attacks, or whether the hypocrisy brought about by years of growth makes us unable to face the pain directly.

It seems that I will never say it again, and I am very sad.

Like I always say, go to hell.

I am no longer the high school boy who lies under the covers and writes down his daily troubles with a pen.

You are no longer the girl who feels sad because it is windy at dusk and there is no one over the playground.

I am no longer the boy who rides his bike to school alone in a white shirt.

You are no longer the boy who will practice shooting alone in the rain on rainy days.

I am no longer the boy who used to like folding paper airplanes on the top floor of the school.

You are no longer the girl who secretly knits a birthday scarf for her boyfriend under the table.

I am no longer the boy who wears headphones and listens to the most intense rock music with the calmest expression under the desk lamp in the morning.

You are no longer the boy whose neck and face suddenly turned red because you accidentally saw the shoulder straps exposed by the girls in the front row.

Boys, boys and us.

Girl, girl, you.

I saw a sad story that day. The story says that when we were young, we would bravely say I love you. When we grow up, we will only say I hate you forever. When we were children, we would cry and say that I was sad. When we grow up, we will always say I don't care with a cynical smile on our faces. And my heart is already bleeding.

? The Great Escape 2 said that if one day we want to be adults, let's be adults different from them.

But I was told. Is this a day? Dream on.

We have all played this game, crumpling our own math test papers with dazzling scores written on them, then throwing them into drawers, and finally taking them out and spreading them out. However, many years ago, we kneaded our life into a ball, but we didn't know that if we worked too hard, we would never be able to lay flat paper in this life.

The most common things that happened when we were young died in the rainstorm or scorching sun a few years ago. The shovel shovels and buries the soil, and it is labeled hard year after year. Neither fire nor snow can make it disappear or even fade. This is an indelible despair, which is imprinted in life.

Weeds left the ground and covered the grave. Do you remember? Summer of memory.

Do you remember? At that time, you and I were wearing a pair of 20 yuan rings, holding hands at the table, drinking the same cola through two straws, and finally drinking the taste of paper cups. You smiled shyly when you heard the sound of straws colliding.

He grew up with her.

They have been dating since junior high school, but there is nothing childish or joking about them. They get together seriously, and even spend their pocket money with the money for meals. Boys will wait for girls to leave school. On the way home, they will tell the girl that he will drive his car downstairs to pick her up after work in ten years. She remembers the size of clothes and shoes he wears, and shopping with other girls will help him buy beautiful clothes.

They are like lovers who have been together for a long time.

On girls' birthdays, boys don't have much money, but they really want to give girls a good birthday present. At that time, boys liked playing video games very much. They bought every issue of video game magazine. So the boys found out all the video game magazines at home from small to large and sold them for money to buy gifts for girls.

But we broke up in the end.

Later, after breaking up for many years, at a friend's party, the boys didn't come back because they were in another city, and only the girls were present. Another girl proudly showed off her love on the spot, saying that she shared the living expenses with her boyfriend in college, and they had no money to buy food, so she ate half and her boyfriend ate half.

She smiled and said, what's the big deal? When he and I were in high school, we had no money to buy rice and bowls. He didn't eat half of it, but gave it to me. He didn't eat it.

After saying this, she froze, and then after half a minute, she covered her face with her hand.

Something is disappearing deep in the chest.

I thought it would be my friendship forever.

A group of people walked hand in hand, talking and laughing. They only look at the beautiful scenery in front of them, intoxicated by the increasingly beautiful banks, but they can't see their own side like blind people. Tell a joke happily without knowing it.

At the back of the road, there was already smoke, and no one was there. Day after day, the sun turns from dark to bright and then dark, and the side has already changed round after round, from strange to familiar and back to strange faces.

These are my most pessimistic emotions.

My friends say that I will always be the happiest person. I am the best at telling jokes, coordinating the atmosphere and fighting in groups, but I have the darkest pessimism in my heart and always play funeral marches. In my heart is a vast black wasteland. Crowds of crows are flying in the sky. My friends always say that I have a young and simple face, but a black and desperate heart, and I can always keenly feel and bear the ugliness and filth of this world.

I suddenly remembered a sentence written by Haruki in a magazine many years ago. At that time, she was not so famous now. I am also an unknown poor boy. She wrote: I love despair too much.

Today, I only meet her singing, drinking and laughing. But I never talk about my sadness and despair.

We became the most ordinary life heroes with vague faces. Live in your own vast territory.

When Hency A Liang and I were eating jiaozi in a small jiaozi shop downstairs, I said to my empty wrist on a whim, I want to buy a watch, but as God is my witness, I always look at the time from my mobile phone. I have never been in the habit of wearing a watch.

And A Liang casually said, Qinghe and I are discussing, going to give you a birthday together and give you a watch.

I stopped slightly with chopsticks and was very moved.

I was moved not because they remembered my birthday, nor because they wanted to give me a watch that I just wanted to buy on a whim. I am very touched, because it is only April. My birthday is in the summer of June.

And because they said they would send it together.

Because I always joke that "don't give anything too cheap". So I said it again. Hency rolled her eyes at me and said, They are expensive enough to send together. What else do you want?

I smiled three times and said to myself, I don't want anything. I am just a dead child, the kind of dead child who insists on not hurting at all when it hurts.

If people in the studio see these words now, I want to tell you that although I criticize you in front of you most of the time, please believe that I will always be the proudest expression in front of others, because I will tell them that the boys and girls in my studio are the best people.

There are countless them and them.

They are all the most common boys and girls in the world. It is in the young years that time has precipitated such a pure crystal.

Many, many legends just found the way from one side of the river to the other, but could not find the way back.

Just like those who don't have the courage to write down the return address, the writing paper has been hung in the air since then. If the recipient doesn't know it by chance, it will crash to the ground like a paper plane wet with rain.

It's as if he summoned up his courage, blushed and carried a lot of chocolates, ran to the next class, put all the chocolates on a girl's desk in front of all the students he didn't know, mumbled something, and then left. The stunned girl didn't even have time to look up and remember his young face, whether it was a straight nose or more beautiful eyelashes than a girl. After he escaped from the classroom like a loser, the girls gave chocolate to the whole class.

Just like a day boy, when it rained, he suddenly remembered that his favorite girl who lived on campus didn't have an umbrella to go back to the dormitory, so he rode to school in a raincoat, but because the boy was careless, he only wore a raincoat, so he took off his raincoat and quietly put it in the girl's bicycle basket, and went back happily in the heavy rain. When the girl saw the extra raincoats in the bicycle basket, she didn't know whose belongings they were. She blushed and asked her friends to quietly send them to the monitor of the next class who had a crush on her. The next day, boys sneezed to class, and their raincoats were placed on the windowsill of the next class.

Just like a girl dating her beloved boy for the first time, the five o'clock date starts at home at one o'clock in the afternoon, and she changes one suit after another in front of the mirror and puts on makeup again and again. I'm finally late. Because the girl was late, the boy became impatient, lost his temper, and then turned away. The girl cried on the way back. Tears stained the makeup on her face and the mascara on her eyes turned into black circles. She wiped it with the back of her hand and didn't care at all. Because in her heart, it really doesn't matter how ugly she is in front of others. She just wants to look good in front of him.

-You said, one day, when we are all grown up, will we be moved to tears because of all these little things?

No, when I grow up, I can't finish my work, I can't finish my love, and I don't have time to be moved.

-that such a life is not very boring?

But you don't know what kind of people we will become when we grow up, cold, warm, cruel or kind. So, how can we predict our life?

Hey, do you always write down things you have touched or stories you have heard in your notebook so that you can remember or forget them?

-that you say, we gathered from all over the world, * * * squandered these three years, is together, or apart?

Good ... is to get together after a day apart. ...

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You said you would travel around the world with me, but you went further than anyone else.

You said you wanted a good life, but you cried on the phone.

You said that the next time the phoenix blooms, we will all come back, stand at the school gate, put on our heavy school uniforms and take a picture of your graduation photo.

You say those who curse us and insult us just because we are better off than them, so never bow our heads.

You said that one day our grievances and inexplicable accusations will be revealed to the world, and one day others will see us flying hard. The only thing we need to regret is that it only takes a long time to prove all this and prove ourselves. We can wait, I wonder if others can wait.

You said we couldn't cry even if the rain got wet. Even if someone knocks out his tooth, we will forcibly spit blood back into that person's face.

We are like a group of proud sons of God, trying our best to burn our lives.

This is our greatest journey.

Who warned me to cheer up in the future, not to be ordinary, not to stay up late, not to sleep, not to struggle, to have ideals and not to spend money.

Who took the lead in signing the graduation yearbook like a star exit performance?

If one day, time goes far.

This song was played on the school radio a long time ago. At that time, we were still sleeping on the table, and the midday sun was burning our young faces. There is also an unwashed lunch box in the drawer, and the electric fan overhead rotates slowly, bringing out a hot air.

We are still those ignorant teenagers in school uniforms. We are still standing on the shore where summer has not dispersed. A friend called to complain that it was time to get married because of carelessness. I laughed and almost choked on coke.

Pass out.

Yeah, those old days. Exams, morning exercises, school, spring outing, movies, boys and girls, love letters, notes, final ranking, cleaning, summer vacation, our youth.

I have no idea where you are now.

However, the mood has not weathered into scattered powder over time, but solidified into pearls. Although it hurts in the shell for a long time, it will eventually bloom in the sea at a certain depth.

They are called legends.

No matter how melodramatic and provocative you think these words are, no matter how naive and ridiculous you think I am, no matter how unbearable these most common legends are, I sincerely ask you to believe that when I write these words, I have the most serious expression.

They are knives carved on me, draining my blood bit by bit, but I still take them to the dim end of the world. They are patterns engraved on me, and they are dazzling medals on me. They are dull pain, they are silent, they are the most ordinary legends in the sun, on the earth and in the world.