Come on, finish this cigarette and I'll tell you something about love on the road.

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I can't smoke. Many times, when someone gives me a cigarette, I wave and say, no, thank you. This is a fact.

Occasionally, during the Chinese New Year, I visit my relatives and my elders give me a cigarette. I answered it, like a candy.

Occasionally, when I sit with my brothers, they will smoke with me. Then, I took it, lit it, just sucked out the cigarette, spit it out and made it look like smoking. Smoke hardly enters the respiratory tract, so I can't taste it. The smoke in the world, to me, is just a cloud of smoke.

Occasionally drink with strangers and see that they are slightly tipsy. Pass me a cigarette. I don't want to be disappointed by answering this question.

In some long nights, cigarettes are a good thing to break loneliness.

The lit smoke has temperature and light. In the quiet night, it is like a lamp that moves repeatedly.

When I was a teenager, I always went home at night. Walking with friends in a long alley, someone lit a cigarette, which was like a red firefly and a hole burned in the dark.

After leaving the society, smoke comes and goes, mostly interpersonal intersection.

I have avoided countless cigarettes. I can't avoid one in Tang Yan.

Because she said, come on, finish this cigarette and I'll tell you about their love.

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Northwest trip, I have been to different places and stayed in different youth hostels. In K city, I stayed in a youth hostel called "Yan Gui Lai".

The proprietress is a girl, about 30 years old. A pair of big black and bright eyes and a long black ponytail. Wearing cotton and linen short sleeves and embroidered cloth shoes, I have two shallow dimples on my face when I smile.

Her name is Tang of Tang Dynasty and Yan of Yan State.

K city is small, the streets are old and clean, and when there is sunshine, the mountains and water in the distance are like newly completed paintings. The summer wind is cool and refreshing, brushing people's skin, slightly itchy and crisp.

Tang Yan arranged for me to live in the attic. It's a little hot during the day, and you can see the stars through the wooden window at night.

Two days ago, I didn't communicate with her. She was busy with accounting. I am busy bathing in endless clouds and sunshine.

On the third day, she suddenly told me that I was cooking tonight. Do you want to eat together? I don't charge you.

I asked, is there anything to celebrate?

She smiled and said, no.

I said, then I'll try your craft.

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The table was set in the lobby of the Youth Travel Service that night, and some people came one after another. I counted, even I ***7, plus Tang Yan 8. It's just a small square table.

Tang Duan served seven courses. The main course is a plate of fish. It looks very good. Two fish are in a Tai Chi picture.

I asked, what is the name of this dish?

She said it was called forgetting me.

The whole table applauded. According to Tang Yan, there are backpackers, poets, vagrants and magicians among them. They are all very strange and interesting.

Her food tastes good. In the middle, someone conjured up a pot of white wine.

Tang Yan took out eight cups and poured wine for everyone.

She said, nothing to do, she has come back from deja vu. People who come to Yan's return are familiar with it. Why not have a drink?

The poet on the table said, yes, why not have a drink?

Several backpackers said with a smile, forget it, forget it, don't get drunk.

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That night, the whole table drank a lot of wine. The wandering singer took out his guitar and sang many wild and sad songs. The magician took out playing cards and played games for everyone.

After midnight, Tang Yan's face began to flush with thick Tuo red, which looked like fuzzy rouge in the light.

Her eyes flickered like autumn water disturbed by the wind. Her dimples are looming and seem to smell like wine.

I think I'm drunk. I looked out of the house, and the faint moonlight reflected on the bluestone board at the door.

I went out, a cool breeze wrapped me, and I turned around. Everyone on the table is quiet, the poet sleeps on the ground, the magician falls into the scattered playing cards, and the wandering singer leans against the corner with his guitar. Several backpackers shouldered each other and fell on the table.

But I didn't see Tang Yan. I looked around and saw that Tang Yan had come out, holding a willow tree and vomiting.

I walked over and said, are you okay?

Her cat is waist-high and still retching. She waved at me and said, Nothing.

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I went to the house to get a bottle of water, and when I went out to hand it to her, she seemed fine.

She said, actually, I can drink well.

I said, even a good amount of alcohol will make you drunk.

She asked, do you have anything you like to collect?

I said, things? I like to leave things behind. I can't collect them. If there is, I like collecting stories.

She said, I like collecting skirts.

I smiled, cut a corner of my clothes and put them away?

She said, yes, collect different people's skirts, sew them into a big flag and blow them up in the wind. How beautiful.

I said, do you want skirts as much as I do?

She said with a smile, there is no hurry. Have a cigarette.

Say that finish, she took out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket and handed me one first.

I said, I can't smoke.

She smiled, lit one first and said, don't you like collecting stories? Come on, finish this cigarette and I'll tell you their stories.

She said, looking at the drunk people in the room.

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I got cigarettes. After a cigarette, the night sky is starry and the smell of wine fades away.

Tang Yan's face looks like ordinary white porcelain in the moonlight. She finished one cigarette and lit another. Tired of standing, she took out two old rattan chairs from the room and sat side by side with me.

Facing the river with willows on the shore, her voice is like an ancient serenade, swaying in silence with trance-like sadness.

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The first story.

In a small town in the south, there are three boys who grew up together. When these three boys were young, they became interested in becoming sworn brothers because they watched the TV series Romance of the Three Kingdoms, so they secretly became sworn brothers.

When the three brothers reached puberty, they all found themselves different from their classmates. Everyone thinks that the male students around him are very curious about the female students around him. But they have no special feelings for the opposite sex.

The beauty queen of their class is the object that all the boys in the school are chasing, but no one likes it. They don't understand what that beauty queen can attract such a boy's attention.

After a while, all three brothers felt a different feeling from each other.

They secretly went to check this situation before they knew they were gay.

This is a strange coincidence, just like God's joke on the three of them.

The three brothers are together as usual, and the other boys are chasing girls, but they are not. Other boys like to put the star films of beautiful women on the bedside, but they don't. Over time, their relationship was questioned.

In senior three, their parents and teachers began to question their sexual orientation. They are outspoken.

Soon, they were dismissed and their families had to take them to the hospital.

They know that ordinary people are destined to accept them. So one day, the three of them started from the town with their bags on their backs, and walked from south to north, stopping and stopping. When they had no money, they found a place to work, and when they earned enough money, they continued to walk.

The three brothers lived together for nine years.

In the ninth year, they came to "Yan Return" and met. They decided to stay in k city and never leave again.

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The second story.

There was a poet who began to write poems at the age of ten. At the age of twenty, I suddenly found myself unable to write poetry. This made him extremely painful. He decided to go for a walk.

Five years ago, he went to K City, lived in "Yan Return" and met a girl. He fell in love with her.

That year, he wrote many poems for that girl. The girl and she had a carefree and wonderful time in K City. Two months later, it was in into thin air like a drop of water.

No one answered the phone, no one answered the email, and the girl cut off all contact with the poet.

The poet doesn't understand why such a beautiful meeting ended so inexplicably.

He drank all the wine in Tang Yan, scolded all the guests in Tang Yan, and went crazy all day.

Until one day, Tang Yan said, forget it. If you really can't forget it, go to a place called H, where there is a road called Danhong. Maybe you can see her again. However, meeting is not necessarily better than not meeting.

The poet couldn't help it, and ran to H city non-stop and wandered around Danhong Road all night.

That night, she was lucky to meet the girl. The girl stood under the street lamp, weak and charming. Tears ran down her eyes when she saw him.

The poet asked, when will you accompany me to see Yan Return again?

The girl shook her head with tears and told him that she was infected with an incurable disease and could not go back.

The poet ran to her, trying to hug her. She ran to the road. A truck sped by, and the girl was like a frightened butterfly. After falling, she never got up again.

Since then, the poet has returned to "Yan Gui" every year on the anniversary of the girl's death, and he has to write poems at this time every year.

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The third story.

In a remote mountain village, there was a boy whose parents died and grew up with his grandmother. At the age of thirteen, his grandmother died, and he was helpless and unable to go to school.

One day, he met a wandering singer in the street and went up to beg the singer to teach him to play guitar and sing to make a living.

The wandering singer saw his pity, took him as a disciple and took him wandering around the world

This boy is very talented. The more he plays the guitar, the better he sings. At the age of eighteen, the master bought him a piano and said that he could start his career.

He didn't want to leave, so he had to follow the master. One day, when he woke up, the master had already left.

From then on, he began to wander in different cities with his guitar on his back. Once singing in the street, I saw a group of teenagers beating a little girl. He picked up his guitar to save the girl, but he was hurt all over.

The girl is two years younger than him, and her fate is similar to his. He looked pitiful and said to the little girl, you can come with me in the future.

From then on, the little girl sang with him everywhere, collecting money for him during the day and counting money for him at night. He earns more occasionally, so he bought a skirt for the little girl to wear.

Three years later, the little girl was slim and graceful, and she became a great beauty. The two also developed into a love relationship.

The wandering singer saved money silently, trying to find a stable home for the girl. When he felt that the money was almost stable enough, the girl told him that she fell in love with a handsome guy and wanted to have her own life.

The wandering singer smiled with tears and bought a ring for the girl with all her money. Say, go.

Six months later, the girl married a rich boy. He accepted the girl's invitation and got drunk in the street, drunk in the middle of the road.

When he woke up, he had arrived at the hospital. The doctor told him that one of your legs was crushed by a car.

He lifted the quilt to see his leg and found that his right leg was missing.

A few months ago, he came to "Yan Huigui" with a prosthetic leg. He asked Tang Yan, do you have any good wine here?

Tang Yan said, there is no good wine, only intoxicating wine.

So he stopped for a while.

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Do you know what the wandering singer said to me the most?

Tang Yan finished the last cigarette in the cigarette case and asked me.

I shook my head.

She said, stray singers often say to me, do you know? After amputation, people will still feel their old limbs because of nerve induction. Although the amputated leg no longer exists, it still hurts and has the illusion of growing on the body. It's like, although she's gone, she still has feelings.

Love, is it really that hard to let go? I asked her.

She smiled, dimples were exposed, and she said, if you ask me, who shall I ask?

I also smiled and said, isn't there another magician? What about his story?

She TanTan hand, said, no smoke, don't talk.

I took out a cigarette and handed it to her, saying, you gave it to me, and I hid one.

She laughed, how dare you hide cigarettes!

As she spoke, she lit a cigarette and said that magicians actually have no stories.

Oh?

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She smoked a cigarette and went on to say that he had no story and was born an accident. Have you ever heard of hermaphroditism?

I said, yes, people who have both male and female reproductive organs.

She said, yes, the magician is hermaphrodite. He is in his thirties, but he can't tell the sex yet. Whether he is a man or a woman is the biggest question in his life. After he came to Yan and returned, I told him that in fact, bodhisattvas and buddhas can't tell men from women. Because I don't care about men and women, there are many responses. One minute they are men, the next they may be women, the next they may be children and the next they may be old people. Their fickle bodies, they have no clear gender, and because they are not qualitative, they are buddhas, bodhisattvas and everything. You too, you don't care about men and women, you are the Buddha in this world.

Did he accept your statement? I asked.

She said that people sometimes need an excuse to live, and I helped him find an excuse. This excuse is like a painkiller. I don't know how long it will last, nor does he.

I said, is your "Yan Gui Lai" the painkiller of this world?

She shook her head and said that she had finished smoking again. Do you have any more cigarettes?

I shook my head and regretted not hiding another cigarette. Maybe, so she can hear her own story.

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That night was long and short.

After Tang Yan smoked all the cigarettes, she refused to tell any more stories. She asked me if I could sing, and I said a little.

She said, sing a song.

I sang her a folk song from my hometown. There is a saying in the song: no matter whether it is beautiful or not, my hometown is water. Kiss or not, people from my hometown.

Hearing this sentence, her tears flowed silently. She took off her embroidered cloth shoes, stepped barefoot on the bluestone board and danced lightly.

She whirled and moved, her toes stretched straight and relaxed, humming the folk songs I sang.

Jumping, her ponytail is messy and her long hair is fluttering in the wind. There is a long-lasting sadness in her eyes, and her singing is like a wind chime that rings and stops, and the last vibrato.

She stretched out her white arm, like talking to me, and like mumbling:

You, you, you really forget me?

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I am in a trance. It seems that this woman is similar. But I don't remember. Do we know each other?

At this moment, the magician's laughter came from behind. Have you, have you, have you really forgotten her?

We-do we know each other? I asked Tang Yan.

My name is Tang of Tang Dynasty and Yan of Yan State. Do you remember? She smiled and said to me.

Her brow wrinkled and her dimples appeared again. She is close to me, but it seems far away.

Back room, backpackers, poets and vagrants are awake. They looked at me, gherardini, they asked me one by one:

Have you, have you, have you really forgotten her?

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My brain is dizzy, as if the world is spinning violently, all the dust in the world is flying, and there is no light in sight.

Tang Yan Tang Yan, why does this name sound familiar, but I don't remember it?

Tang Yan looked at me with sad eyes. She said, I don't blame you, I don't blame you. You really forgot me.

Do we know each other? I asked her.

She shook her head and said, when?

My head hurts more and more. Yes, when? I don't know.

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Once upon a time, a friend told me that blindly using drugs is the future. But what about my past?

At the age of 25, I woke up from the ward in K city, and my brain seemed to have lost a lot of memories, and I couldn't remember many past things. The doctor told me that it was temporary amnesia, and it would be fine.

I have been asking my parents how I got to the hospital, why I was injured and why I lost my memory. They always sigh and never tell me.

In the days that followed, I always came to K City unconsciously, trying to find my lost memories. In recent years, those memories have slowly come back. I think of my childhood, my playmates, my primary school teachers and the texts I have memorized. I thought I had all my memories back. Did you lose anything?

Didn't I know Tang Yan before?

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Tang Yan, why don't you tell me your own story? I asked her.

Tang Yan shook his head and said that there was nothing to do. It seems to be the return of Yan. Swallows fly back, I don't know the pavilion. The swallow is leaving.

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Later, I learned that the meal that Tang Yan invited us to eat was a farewell party.

The poet, the wandering singer and the magician were all leaving, and the three backpackers decided to stay. Transferred the Return of Yan to them. She's leaving, too.

I don't know how to raise it or not. I think it looks like an interesting joke.

After dawn, I cut off a corner with scissors and gave it to Tang Yan.

Tang Yan accepted it, gave me a hug and said, I will be your swallow in the afterlife.

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My brain is empty and rich, real and far away.

I don't know why, but tears came down.

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There are two kinds of pains in life.

One is that the story is too heavy and painful, and it needs a lifetime to heal.

One is that the story is too light and too far away, and it needs to be searched for a lifetime.

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