Philosophy 20 13 1 a small series, for a period of time, the full text of and heaven remains our neighbourhood.

The world is not far, see you in the rivers and lakes.

Text/Xiao Bo Gongzi

He said, if acquaintance is fate, then my unexpected meeting with you has really become an empty encounter after the autumn rain, and there is a tacit understanding between Buddha, Ye Jia and Zhan Yan. This feeling should be that the still water is deep, starting from the spring and turning for a long time. Perhaps this is the beauty, and everything encountered on the running road is an inevitable fate.

I met Leng three years ago. I never imagined that a friendship I had never met would last for so many years or even longer.

In the first year of college, the pressure of high school and tedious study suddenly disappeared, and the time suddenly vacated left many people at a loss. I like reading novels in the library, sitting by the window and letting the sunshine pour down. I only shed tears in other people's stories. I'm really a pseudo-literary teenager. At that time, there was no Weibo, so I often wandered around the QQ space when I had nothing to do in the dormitory. Then in the autumn with yellow leaves all over the sky, I met the cold who was also wandering on the Internet. My name at that time was An Xiaonian.

After making friends with each other, I learned that he is a sophomore majoring in Chinese language and literature in the Chinese Department of Wenzhou University. Sure enough, I have a good eye. He explained that the name came from Duan's sentence, "The mountains are chaotic and the moon is bright, and the sea and Leng Yun are light." He told me about Wenzhou, his school and the school canteen. I told him about Zhengzhou, my school and my young and talented teacher. He knows a lot of literati I don't know, and their stories. I know many online singers he doesn't know, and their good Chinese songs. As a result, around the world, this seemingly idle life has more light and shadow. The so-called "the bald head is as good as new, and the cover is as good as ever" must be just that.

He said, I see myself in you, maybe you don't know, seeing myself in others is a gift and should be cherished. Mountains and rivers, sunshine, the same leap, we all have memories of the past, but fortunately. He said that when the waves of life have experienced ups and downs, the success or failure has passed, leaving only the breeze at the bottom of the sleeve and the bright moon in the water, stop struggling and wait. For a long time, I, a pseudo-literary youth, was very happy to meet a real literary youth in college, although there was no such thing in reality.

After getting to know each other, he called me Ange, and I called him Lenge, as if I had been a close friend for many years. He said that he likes Jian Zheng, her fresh and refined writing style after washing away the lead China, and the sharpness and directness of her true feelings. I said I like Nalan Rong Ruo, and I like his free and easy but sad sadness, his detachment. After that, I began to write letters. I've been wondering if his handwriting is as brilliant and free and easy as his people's. But it turns out that there is a gap between imagination and reality, and the gap is not generally large. I was very excited when I received his first letter. It's Shentong Express. There are only three thin writing papers in the huge envelope. I called him a waste of money, but he was eloquent. The post office is too far away, and Shentong is downstairs, which is convenient. I am speechless. But I don't know what is really speechless until I open the stationery. Like weeds blown by the wind and words lying on tattered and yellowed stationery, it took me half a day to read the whole letter with half a reading and half a guessing. It ends with two words: death and ugliness. He argued that brother's word is art, and you ordinary people can't appreciate it. Time stops and goes like this, flowing quietly at your fingertips, which won't make people feel bored and long.

No matter the teenager, time flies. Later, I graduated and worked. I also told him about Zhengzhou, the traffic in Zhengzhou, my work, our magazine, and the 520 bus that I hate but have to take every day. He still told me about his school, the school canteen and his considerate aunt in the canteen.

I have a bad temper. I get angry easily at a little thing. I stopped talking after I got angry, and neither did I with him. It's okay to be short, but if you understand it in a restrained way, your nature will be fully exposed after a long time. But he doesn't know where he came from and ignores me every time.

I wanted him to read the magazine we made, so I gave him a copy after the new book was released. Because it was an ordinary letter, I didn't write down his specific department name. If I didn't receive it, it would be human nature in the eyes of others, even my fault, but I was angry. I scolded him why he didn't take the initiative to find his own things, why he didn't find the mailrooms of various departments, and then he stopped talking. Seeing that I have been ignoring him, I kept apologizing, saying everything, and even moved out all the screen names I have used since I met him, many of which I don't even remember myself. But what I don't know is that he has turned over all the letters from school a month ago, and there is still no one. This is what he told me later.

One day this year, he said, I'm going to teach Chinese as an intern in a junior high school. It was May Day. I said Mr. Leng, I think this May Day holiday has a pleasant scenery. Can I go to your lecture? After a while, he replied, I haven't seen you since I met you. Although I am curious about you, I don't want you to see my secular side. Actually, I'm kidding. Like me, I am a road idiot. I will get lost on any road except my home in Zhengzhou. I really can't take the train alone. In my friend's words, I guess I was cheated before I got to the train station and didn't know it. But I didn't expect him to give me such a reply. Maybe everyone does. Even though I know that people will not be perfect, I still stubbornly want to keep my best image in each other's hearts.

The days of internship are not as good as expected. He said that when the students were disobedient, I was furious and slapped the table in the classroom. Every time I go back to the dormitory, I wish I was dead, but I don't want to die when I think of you. Every time I see the last sentence, I laugh. Because during that time, no matter what he said, he would eventually add this sentence, and I smiled. It turns out that my existence can also save teenagers who want to commit suicide.

Later, he said that he was lovelorn, and my words of comfort were not pleasant to hear. Unlike him, he can tell jokes and stories, and there are a lot of fallacies. I asked him what kind of girl made him so sad, and he only said three words: good girl.

Later, he disappeared without leaving a word.

Then he suddenly texted me that I always wanted to live a simple life. I can be a farmer and rest at sunrise and sunset. Eating, sleeping, reading novels and playing games, all kinds of ODA have always been my ideal. But the reality is cruel, you must know it. After reading the tears, my eyes were wet, and the tears fell on the screen of the mobile phone, splashing beautiful shapes. I always thought that my dearest cold brother was a free and easy teenager, free and easy, indifferent, fond of laughing, not tired of the world. It turns out that there is an unknown sadness and melancholy in my heart. We all seem to be mature and steady in the long years to come, and we are no longer immature in the process of growing up step by step.

Looking back slowly, although I have never seen Brother Leng or even heard his voice, I don't know what's in his tone. But drawing a person's side face or back is really shocking. Imagine his conversation, from Confucius to Zhu; Imagine how he raised three pots of pocket coconuts to the point where life was worse than death; Imagine him running and screaming alone in the heavy rain; Imagine him standing at the station, leaning against the bus stop sign, waiting for the bus to get cold ... These occasionally make people feel sad. However, think about it again. When he took the exam, he couldn't help laughing at "the plum blossom is three-thirds worried about the past and the present" and "tears bloom for two days". What's more, he insisted that the darkness of society was because the light was not turned on, which made me laugh and cry. It doesn't take a lifetime to know someone, and it doesn't take longer. Sometimes it only takes a moment and a breath, provided that you can meet that person in the wilderness at the right time and place.

If one day, in a city, I meet him on a street corner, I will tell him personally that you, a teenager who passed by me, have been carefully written in the words belonging to youth and will never fade.

The end of the world is not far away, my dearest cold brother. May we meet again in the years!