I live in Shanghai, the busiest and most glamorous city in China, but I live like a primitive man, I work at sunrise and sunset, and sometimes I don't even make a sunrise, and I skip class every morning, and I wake up and try to think of a good reason to comfort myself and the teacher, and I live a life of not being too laid back.
When I was on the high math, I watched foreign languages, when I was on foreign languages, I watched computers, and when I was on computers, I slept. I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about, and I'm not sure what I'm talking about, and I'm not sure what I'm talking about. But like the third lesson of the English textbook, itchangenothing, I once saw a boy with his head bowed down and called out "here" seven times, three of which were in a shrill voice for the girls. I especially wanted to pass out.
My university is backed by the government to build the school like a royal garden, a friend of mine from F University came to look for me in front of the door dumbfounded, when I appeared in front of him when he patted me on the shoulder and said, "Boy, your school is really like the Meteor Garden in the Institute of English and German, and then he hooked me on the shoulder drooling and said, "I don't know if there is any F4?
I glared at him and told him there were many.
I told him that there are, many dormitories have, high math four people all failed, F4.
My school is in the suburbs, so the tall and majestic white buildings on campus with the surrounding gray low buildings compared to the particular crane. The university, which claims to be the largest in Shanghai, is indeed ridiculously large, and the last four stops on the bus are each of the four gates to my school. Southeast, West, and North. I poetically call them the Green Dragon, White Tiger, Xuanwu, Vermilion Bird. It's like the ancient city of Xi'an. But the disgusting thing is that I'm not in the Chinese or history department, I'm in the engineering department of film and television engineering. I have to understand advanced mathematics and optoelectronic physics, audio and video, camera editing, animation stunts and post-production. One of the main reasons that kept me alive was to stay in this program and maybe one day become the new Wong Kar-wai, because after all, my current university is the only one in Shanghai that has my major, and Wong Kar-wai came to give a supposedly brilliant and stream-of-consciousness lecture right before I entered this college. I was confused about the latter adjective. The question of how a speech can be stream-of-consciousness was one that puzzled me for a year in my freshman year.
The dean of our college is the lovely old man who has influenced a whole generation of Chinese people, and who has caused earthquakes when he stomps his foot in the Chinese directing world. We call him Director Xie affectionately, but only behind his back, and in front of the teachers we must obediently call him Dean Xie. On our first week of school, Mr. Xie gave a lecture on studying hard and getting better every day in the fanciest auditorium of our school's most luxurious building, J. I listened very attentively and was very happy to hear the lecture. I listened very attentively and took notes - because my guidance counselor caught me asking me to take notes on the meeting, not to mention the coercion, but the lure of extra credit, so I graciously agreed to do so, and I'm very good at business. At the end of the report we watched the classic movie "Opium War" by director Xie, all I remember is the sound of cannons rumbling rumbling rumbling, I think the sound equipment here is really good.
My school around only the north gate out of a road worth shopping, so every night this place is crowded with couples from the school shake out, the boys are always in the windy night to find an opportunity to take off their clothes to wrap around the just got a girlfriend, while wrapped while the eyes of the fierce intent to say, be careful of the cool, don't freeze. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it in a way that's easy for you to understand.
I particularly disdain, but AK particularly touched, she always said with a face of intoxication, you look at other boys how considerate you look at you know why you can not find a girlfriend. I always look at the face of disdain to go forward, hand inserted in the trouser pockets and did not look back to say: nowadays, the girl is no brain, was sold still counting the money plus transport goods.
But the disdain was so great that even I was annoyed, because it seemed as if I didn't really have a girlfriend.
I asked K, I am not particularly ugly you do not have to give me face directly said I can hold up.
A K said, no, your eyes are not very big but concave so look very God, nose is very high and very straight, lips smile up when there will be a special arc looks particularly evil, a large number of girls like this smile.
Is it true that I am too unkempt?
Compared to girls, yes, but compared to other boys, you can be considered to have a sense of cleanliness and quite serious.
Yes, in comparison to girls, but in comparison to other guys, you can be considered a clean freak and quite a serious one.
Go to Longhua Temple and ask for an autograph, the more you ask, the more ridiculous it is. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it.
I think also, this question is quite silly, so do not ask, self-congratulation that a person alone life quite good, Zhu Deyong did not say that now two people to out one person is the most in?
My acquaintance with K was like all the bad and lame soap operas.
My acquaintance with K was like a bad soap opera. It was in my freshman year of college when I met her as a ghost on a Monday morning that I particularly hated.
The special thing about Mondays is that there's the flag-raising ceremony, the morning jog, and the first lecture on new social theories, so you can't get away with triple-insurance Mondays. I was in a semi-conscious state when I felt my way to the lecture hall in the J building and found a seat at the top of the first three rows, I saw a piece of toilet paper on the table and used it to wipe the table. Later, K came to me and said that this seat was taken by her, and the proof was the toilet paper, which she had put there in the morning to show that it was occupied.
So I sat on the aisle steps and listened to the report, taking notes as I went along. When it was over I stood up and realized my feet were numb like a post-surgical anesthetic overdose. The reason why I will give way to half of the reason is because I have no evidence to prove that the paper is not she put, the other half of the reason is that that day A K pudgy face and eyes puffy people are not like human ghosts are like ghosts, a look is the appearance of sleep deprivation, I know that this situation is particularly strong human anger, I do not dare to argue with her for fear that she manipulated the knife to cut me. The rabbit anxious also bites people not to mention the person in front of me is definitely much more dangerous than the rabbit.
Because AK felt that my behavior was very gentlemanly that day, so she decided to invite me to dinner, the next day AK called a large table of dishes I ate especially hard, because the fight is my meal card. When AK ordered the food and suddenly realized that she didn't have her wallet with her. I tried very hard to see her face, but in the end I couldn't tell the difference between her "sudden realization" and the truth, so I had to pull out my meal card and watch the cafeteria aunts beat me out of my meal money for nearly a week.
The only comforting thing about that day was that K's appearance in front of me was heavenly compared to the last time, and girls still need to dress up. Suddenly remembered Zhu Deyong said, no woman is bold enough to not make up, and for men is no man is bold enough to dare to let their women do not make up.
Zhu Deyong is the city's great wise man.
Except that my modern literature teacher was heartbroken when she found out that I read Chu Teh-Yong and told me how my aesthetic sensibilities had sunk to such a low level.
I know that in his eyes I was a thoroughly poor student.
The street at the north gate sells all sorts of things, and I only found a store that sells CDs and posters to be particularly interesting, and I spent enough money in it to make a good living, or at least not as bad as I am now. I plastered my dorm room with posters, making it look like my home thousands of kilometers away. The walls of my room in my home were also covered with more posters than I could count, and again, I spent enough money to make a pretty nourishing life for both of me. But I never found the English poster of Dancer in the Dark, which I later found in the boys' dormitory of Shanghai International Studies University on the National Day, when I looked at the "dancerinthedark" on it and felt depressed, and thought that what the prophet said, "Life is a pile of 10,000 jokes. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.
But K's interests are much more diverse than mine. From the latest women's clothing to roadside meat buns, from the hardcover CLAMP "Clover" to cover the rice, she always showed a look of seeing dinosaurs and exclaimed "ah, actually have this". I was y pouting.
When K and I frequented the road we were so tired of walking on, I always thought of Road Angel, but I didn't see the connection.
I was a boy who didn't like girls, which was a terminal illness in college. When the ugliest and most unappealing guy in my class got the chance to be the flower girl in my junior year - even though his flowers looked like grass to me - I was still wandering around the huge campus every day by myself with a shoulder bag and my hands in my pockets, shaking my head and whistling.
It's not that I can't sell out, on the contrary, there were once a vote of female graduate students in the College of Arts and Letters chasing after me, just because they had read some of the disgusting articles I had once written and my face is not ugly or even can be said to be good-looking. But I politely declined. I was only interested in them because I desperately wanted to know how anyone could miss graduate school in such a shitty school and in the Chinese department, and I guessed that they were going to go on to become PhDs in the future. The people in my dormitory have always advised me to make do with what I have, these days it's especially popular to have a sibling relationship, look at the other people's Fung Fei love is almost turning Hong Kong upside down, the love of the city ah. I looked at them and told them that it would be better to let you, and then from the upper bunk to probe the head of the guy immediately shrunk his head back and stopped talking, the action quickly as slow as the head will be chopped off. Some people say they have a girlfriend and want to be exclusive. I said come on, who does not know you ah, it's not that those female graduate students are not as good-looking as your girlfriend, otherwise you people, flip-flopping faster than cheating on the test flip-flopping book. However, those female researchers look really abstract, so I told them that well-known joke on a sudden whim, the world is divided into three kinds of people, men, women, female blog.
But then the joke somehow made its way to the College of Arts and Letters, and the result was that two of the women cried, three of them yelled at me for being shameless, and the rest of the girls, who were even more numerous, continued to spread the story.
I was instantly famous, or infamous.
During my days of infamy, K remained close to me. This makes me especially touched in my heart. However, I still wooden face bent down to firmly in her eyes and stretched out the index finger shaking left and right and said to her, don't all day and I'm this kind of scum mixing together, be careful to get married no one wants. She always shook her head and said, "Don't worry, there are people who want it, I still have three boys chasing me. When she said that, she was eating hot pot without even lifting her head. I thought she would look at me with tears in her eyes like those young girls in TV dramas and say: In my heart, you are never a scum.
I was pretty devastated.
K's love of hot pot was brought out by me, I came from Sichuan, when I ate the first bite of Shanghai food in the school cafeteria I was depressed to go to God to chat, and this idea is particularly impulsive. I went on a hot sauce binge but it was still like the title of English lesson 3, itchangesnothing. Then I ate some hot sauce and realized it was as sweet as ketchup.
I was trying to use this story to express my heart's disappointment with Shanghai chili peppers. Unfortunately, AK heard this story as a joke, so she laughed up in the air and said that the jokes you tell are really funny. I just shut my mouth and didn't say anything, thinking in my heart that one day I will drag AK to Sichuan.
Every Thursday afternoon I will go to the school that luxury gym to play badminton, I always call on a communication college to accompany me to play, because he used to be from the elementary school to start practicing badminton. I had a hard time playing with him and it was quite enjoyable, otherwise I would have felt that my 700-odd dollar racket was purely for show, because after playing with other badminton players once I felt that I could beat them with my left hand as well.
Every time I finished at 5pm, K would show up at the entrance to the gym with a Minute Maid in his hand. I took it over and opened it up and drank it, sweat falling from my hair drop by drop much to AK's amazement because for students like them who were always skipping gym class sweating in such a way was something they had never seen before. Once AK came in to watch me play, and afterward I asked her how she felt, and she said she didn't feel much just that your face was killing me when you played.
At first I thought that K was very kind and brought me water every time, but then she said it was because she had a class on Thursday afternoons in the E building next to the gym, which made me think that I still didn't like girls - even though I never thought of K as a girl.
K especially loved shopping and I was always the victim. I always tell her how much homework I haven't done and how many books I haven't read, but it's still like the title of the third lesson of the English language, itchangesnothing. Once I threatened her and said that if I didn't read the book, I wouldn't be able to get through the fourth grade, and she listened to me very doubtfully, and said, "You won't be able to get through the book," she said. I listened to the extraordinarily chagrined, I said even if it is true you do not speak out so directly ah, after all, I am also the flowers of the motherland. And then I especially pretentious and particularly fleshy said: I will be emaciated to death. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it in a few hours.
AK always likes to put her cell phone, wallet, keys, and so on on my body when she goes shopping, and she thinks it's too much trouble to carry. She's got a lot of phone calls, so I'm always trying to get my cell phone out of my pocket and hand it to her and then take it back and put it in my pocket, it's so silly. Whenever I passed by a beautiful billboard, K was always very excited and dancing. Because K's dream was to be an advertiser. I heard something in my heart suddenly fluttered, like an inadvertent twitch in sleep. I didn't tell AK that it was also my ideal.
There was a period of time when I was forced by K to memorize Grade 4 vocabulary, forcing me to feel that the world was dark. I was woken up by her phone call every morning at 6am and heard her telling me "It's English time, please sit down in front of the writing desk and open your books". Three days in a row of phone calls made the whole dormitory want to kill me, so I had to get up early every morning and quietly call her to tell her not to call when I started memorizing my vocabulary.
Because the window in front of my desk faces the east, I saw the most sunrises at school that month, and I realized that the morning sky was really pretty, which I hadn't noticed before.
Shanghai's fall comes especially strange, summer is always unlimited to pull to an end and then suddenly fell to the late fall, the temperature suddenly low down, the leaves seem to be about the same as a date to fall down, extremely satisfied couples need the atmosphere. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to get out of this one.
When I was a child, I grew up in Sichuan, Sichuan everywhere is a year-round evergreen trees, killed refused to fall leaves. New Year's snow when they are verdant so that those elderly people sigh heaven and earth can not find the same disease. Why is it that some things never grow old and some things are instantly lost in the afterglow. This is what my grandmother said to me.
When I stood at the school and watched the leaves of the sycamore tree fall one by one, I felt that the world was still very beautiful and worth believing in, and in the words of K, "it is worth living on.
So I stood in this empty university and watched the autumn leaves fall for three times, and I spent three years in a daze, and everything seemed to go by like a dream. And it was a long and dull dream. A dream of three or four years. K and I went from 19 to 21, and K told me more and more often, "I'm getting too old for this". The strange thing was that K and I stayed friends, which was unbelievable and unbelievable to many people around me. But I've never argued anything, and neither has K.
We just muddle through from teenagers to adults in their twenties, my chin began to shave a layer of blue, and K also in the first dance in junior high school for the first time in a tuxedo, and then and wearing rough pants and sneakers, I danced the first dance, when she laughed shakily and I was embarrassed to death to have to be a wooden face. K said I was pretty cool when I looked at him with a fierce look on my face.
But I'm still a kid, walking across the lawn with a shoulder bag on my back, still sticking my hands in my pockets to watch the sun set, still being laughed at mercilessly by K, who started swimming at a young age, still squinting and laughing under the leafy trees, and still playing badminton in the gymnasium with a vengeance.
On my birthday AK sent me a pair of gloves, my birthday is June 6, the sun is shining, I took the gloves do not know where to put, I rode in the car want to tumble down, I said you back to the real will send, a most practical value of the things you sent to the loss of all value.
A K said this glove was originally my last year to give you, but do you believe that I even played a year to play well, I dismantle the fight to dismantle I'm not tired of my dormitory people look at the exhaustion of lying on the bed and screaming wildly can not stand. Those a few fingers to play up hot don't complex, want you to try?
I said forget it, who has that free time. I pointed to the back of my bike and said, up I take you for a ride as a thank you.
I gave her a bracelet for her birthday, and she wore it on her hand every day.
K and I had a Valentine's Day together, we went to Century Park, in front of the super large fountain poor screaming eight, rented a tandem bike results in rushing into the woods and crashed into a crooked tree, tired of looking for chairs to sit down but sat down, but always can not find a place to have a drink of water, and finally found a wild drink and then like looking for a water place to find the toilet as hard as the hard work.
On a National Day vacation we watched the fireworks in Pudong, then came back to People's Square and walked to Xujiahui, then waited for the earliest subway to go back to school. In the hour we waited, we woke up the guard on duty and chatted with him, familiar as if we had known each other for thousands of years. We went back and slept from dawn to dusk.
K told me, who never reads foreign novels, about how haunting Wuthering Heights is, and I told her about how haunting Nalan Seide's words are.
Whenever the school has a long vacation and I don't go home, K and I like to take out a map of China and flip it over, and then point out where we're going to go, and it doesn't take time or effort or money to talk about it. And when the vacation actually comes, it's all about sleeping from morning to night to waste time. I put on my elder face and said how can a girl be so lazy. She said nothing nothing, anyway, fast is not a girl fast is a woman, you look at Shanghai, everywhere is sleepy wearing pajamas running all over the street women, I just early on duty only.
The carving knife of time is still in my body carved traces, AK said that the carving knife as we get older and older will be traces from the heart can be to the face, then the inner twist of the scars will be in the moment of our sudden old age into our face indelible wrinkles.
Sometimes I'm suddenly depressed, and I can't speak when I look at AK. I started a habit with K in my third year of college to walk from the north gate to the south gate and back again late at night when there were few people around. Sometimes the wind will be very strong, I will not be like those boys to take off their clothes to give her because I think that would be very pretentious, but I will have the sense to quietly walk in front of her, blocking off the black wind in the dark night.
When winter was about to start I was too busy writing to take care of my hair, so my hair became so long and tangled that it flew up in the wind like a martial arts movie warrior.
In my hair crazy long that period of time in our dormitory, a hair curls can be a lawyer's guy crazy play love, a week love three times let me extremely disagree with his concept of love, his name is called VAN.
VAN family is very rich, I don't know what his family's movable property real estate, I only know that he wants to go to some place is always a phone call after a car parked in front of him,
VAN family is very rich, I don't know what movable property, I only know he wanted to go always a phone call after a car parked in a black suit driver. I just know that when he wants to go somewhere there is always a phone call and a car pulls up in front of him with a driver in a black suit opening the door for him. But the boy is still kind without all the shortcomings of other playboys.
During that time, the things I wrote the most were my new novel and the love letters I wrote for Van, which made me think I was a lover.
One day VAN pulled me to see a girl he had just spotted and was ready to act on. I was slowly walking behind his ass, and when we got to the boulevard of the school, VAN stopped and smiled at me, pointing to a girl in front of him and telling me that she was the one. When I saw the girl clearly I stood on the spot for a minute, and then suddenly said no problem to him like an out-of-body experience.
That girl was K.
I think the love letter I wrote to K was the most painful one I've ever written. I couldn't have written something like I met you on one of the mornings when you came and left the scent of cherry blossoms, I would have laughed my ass off.
Later, I forgot what that love letter looked like, I only remember it was a night when I finally finished writing it after drinking all the coffee, and then fell into bed and slept until dawn. Then I got up, brushed my teeth, washed my face, went to the bathroom, and picked up my backpack to go to class.
Three days later Van wanted to invite me to dinner, he said he had caught up with some girl. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on the way to the next level, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on the way to the next level," he said. I nodded my head, and then thought about it, and said to VAN, you invite me to eat hot pot.
On the day of the hot pot, AK was late, and I said to her as viciously as before: girls are trouble. It was only then that I suddenly realized that AK was already VAN's girlfriend, so I was embarrassed. I don't remember too much about that night because I drank a lot, what I do remember is that I threw up many times that night and the next morning my head hurt so much that it was going to crack. My roommate told me I kept crying in a dull whisper that night, but I don't remember crying.
The next day I met K in front of the gym after gym class, she handed over the Minute Maid she was carrying in her hand, I didn't take it over to drink it, I stood in front of her and didn't say anything.
AK's hand was in the air and it was awkward, but I just didn't take it as if I was gambling for some reason.
A K said, I have a boyfriend.
I said, I know, VAN, that's good.
A K said, you have no reaction?
I said, what do I have to do?
They're not the only ones who can't get a good look at their own lives, but the ones who can't get a good look at their own.
A K sighed and said you are like this. I just want to say to you I don't have so much time to accompany you, you alone don't always carry a bag hanging around, don't always stand alone under the tree to see the falling leaves. And be gentle with the girls don't always be alone, meet a good girl to go after, you can't ask the girls to take the initiative to chase you.
I said you forget it I'm three years this way can not die you take good care of your boyfriend.
A K said I just want to tell you that I do not have so much time to accompany you, you are alone to live.
Then I laughed, still the same expression of disdain. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on the way to the next level, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on the way to the next level.
AK turned to me and said, "You have to learn to write more love letters in the future, girls still like to be praised.
I suddenly wanted to tell K that I wrote that love letter, but I felt sick. I opened my mouth to say that the weather is still so hot, and winter is not coming, right?
But the next day, the temperature started to drop. I got a cold, wearing very thick clothes wearing a top hat around this very thick scarf in the school walked for three days, look stupid. In those three days AK asked Van to send me a couple of medicines, which I left there without taking.
Then my cold suddenly got better, just as suddenly as I got sick.
After I got sick I seldom saw A.K. Sometimes I would see her in a far away place beside VAN, wearing a see red color dress, very red very red red color jumping around in a mess in which place. Occasionally, VAN would be seen giving her a ride on his bicycle. She sits on VAN's front bar, her hair blown up by the wind and brushed against VAN's face. I suddenly remembered one night when Van was downstairs removing the back seat of his bike, and when I asked him why he was removing the back seat he said it was so that K could sit on his front bar, it was called closing the distance. I suddenly remembered a time when K always wanted me to swing her with my car I even went and installed a pillion for my car.
Sometimes I'd see Van and K in the cafeteria, and as I walked by them I'd hit Van on the shoulder and then knock K on the head, and K always knocked back. Then I say goodbye to them with a big smile. As I turned around I would remember how K and I used to eat 100 bucks a meal and 3 bucks a meal in the cafeteria.
In the end, K and I got so rusty that we only met to say hello and then walked past each other in a hurry. Finally, one day, when I walked past AK, she didn't see me. I think this may be oblivion. At the corner of that intersection, ** on the wall could not speak.
The winter is still coming, the winter in Shanghai is dry and cold, my lips appeared on a road a mouth, and occasionally open smile when there will be blood flow out. I also went to the school supermarket to buy men's lipstick, but did not buy. Then I saw VAN using lip balm and his lips were moisturized with no cracks at all.
When the new semester started I went to select my classes and checked my classes on the way. After that I was bored and put in K's student number and saw her previous schedule, it turned out that she didn't have classes in the E building on Thursday afternoons. I suddenly remembered how she used to wait for me in front of the gym every Thursday afternoon, the wind blew past her, her long hair flying in the wind. I stared at the screen for a long time unable to make a sound.
I finally put on the gloves that K gave me, and the wind didn't blow on my hands when I rode my bike. This was the first winter that I didn't get frostbite on my fingers.
I don't know if K still wears the bracelet I gave her.
I'm still wandering around the school by myself, looking at the bare trunks of the trees and the fallen leaves on the ground. Occasionally look up at the sky to see a smile. My hair finally became very long and very long, and there are still girls in the College of Arts and Letters who keep writing love letters to me.
The night of Christmas, I saw AK at the ball, she was wearing her first dress, every time she looked over I did not even dare to look at her, I then quietly left that noisy ball.
In fact, I wanted to stay in that place to see if she was wearing the bracelet I gave her. But I don't even have the courage to look at her, I'm afraid she's not happy afraid she's not happy, but she's too happy I'll also feel very sad. Such a self I feel sick, so I put up the collar of my trench coat and walked out the door.
That night I went out and did the bus all over the city, and at a certain street corner in front of a certain red light, I saw the bus next to me, through the glass VAN and AK's face, and I knew that was VAN sending AK home. I just wondered why VAN didn't use his family's fancy limo. I closed my eyes, but A K and VAN's face still appeared in front of me, only later like a winter glass window, in the cold morning layers of fog, dense open no longer see clearly.
I leaned against the glass window and fell into a deep sleep. I don't want to wake up again.
I suddenly remembered that I used to send K home on weekends. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to find the right one, but I'm sure you're going to be able to find the right one, and I'm sure you're going to be able to find the right one. And I always thought of seeing that sentence: "My terminal is always your next stop / you quickly sleep, gently leaning against my back / these have long been accustomed to the wave goodbye / you have always thought that the following is my terminal / I waited for the last exit in the last return trip to the subway."
And I finally learned K's full name, kid, little kid, near the end of this winter.
Because I know you are a child who worries easily
So I put the thread in your hand but I don't dare to fly too far
No matter how far I fly with the wind into the clouds I hope you can see it
Even if I occasionally play and get lost, I know that you're waiting for me
I came home on New Year's Eve, and the train rumbled on for 36 hours. Inside the New Year I ran a lot of meals to go to a lot of relatives, 21-year-old adults still want a lot of red envelopes. I was telling people about the prosperity while I was there. I finally ate again in Sichuan very spicy very spicy dishes, eat when I think of K, in the gaps in the drink I suddenly looked up, a moment, a lapse of concentration, vaguely see the first time we met her appearance, hair down did not wake up, half-open eyes. I suddenly burst out laughing at the table, choking on the chili and making me cry a lot.
I wore those gloves inside the city I grew up riding back and forth, went to my middle school went to my high school, in which very small stadium to mention begging kicked sweaty.
When the end of the new year sounded, I wore a white heavy down jacket, wearing the gloves AK sent me, hands cupped mouth ha ha out big clouds of white air, stayed in my room on the balcony to watch the fireworks, I suddenly remembered the dazzling fireworks in Pudong, in the black sky exploded and disappeared, the fire fell in all directions, AK beside me smiling with a face of innocence.
I forgot how to speak for a moment to Shanghai, thousands of kilometers away, to that brightly lit city.
When I was silent, suddenly there was a text message near me, I opened it, K said, I am now in Pudong, Shanghai's fireworks are so beautiful.
I take the phone to dial to A K, when I heard her voice when I forgot what I have to say, I heard her phone Berlioz Fantasia sound. I said, "K. I've passed English IV.
Then I heard the phone inside AK suddenly cried, at first very quietly, and then more and more sad, I stood on the balcony, heart sinking in fear.
AK cried, how to do, I suddenly can not remember your face-
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