[ Single Eyelid ]

You have a single eyelid. Occasionally, I get double because of lack of sleep. You'll be happy about it all day and even look in the mirror. But in the evening, you will get tired of yourself.

you are a simple girl. I always remember you wearing a white coat and baggy jeans. There is also ALL STAR's black canvas shoes. Because of frequent washing, the shoelaces are always white, but they often open when walking. I've never seen you wear a skirt and high heels. You have a lot of torn jeans with thick milky white lines and a very informal small suit jacket.

You have small hands and short fingers, and you like to wear silver-gray nail polish. With black waist-length hair, fluffy with some natural curls, hanging freely behind him.

When you paint, you will wear a big headset and occasionally twist your body naturally with the music, so from morning till dusk.

Your painting is an incomprehensible world and your belief. It's like the flowing water of my hometown river passing by, reflecting bright or sad colors.

well, he is a very interesting person.

I will feel this way when I first meet you.

[ If I hadn't searched hard, I would have hardly seen your back ]

I met you in high school.

at that time, you were thin and short. Our seats are in the same row, you are in the second row, and I am in the penultimate row, separated by three positions.

if I hadn't searched hard, it would be hard to see your back.

Life in high school is always too monotonous, and those faint feelings are quietly buried on the road extending from your feet.

there will even be a trance-like whisper. Is that you?

until later, we entered the same university.

occasionally, I think, at least the time we spent together is similar to childhood. So after many years, maybe when we are separated, you will still read my name by the way when you think of the long years in the past.

[ I like that you are silent.

Nie Luda wrote this poem: I like that you are silent, as if you have disappeared.

College life hasn't changed you much. You entered the art department as you wish.

I stubbornly applied to the same university as you, scratching my head in the department of architecture to cope with all kinds of complicated structural drawings and architectural mechanics theories.

the subtle but crucial affirmative sentence is: by your side.

On the holiday after my freshman year, I had a hard time finding two apartments in the apartment near my school, and it took me a long time to move. You live in the building in the last row. Because your floor is very high, you can still vaguely see the firefly-like light in your room when you walk to the balcony for air on a night without dense fog.

your room was painted by yourself. Pale gray. The combination of cold and warm colors looks very comfortable. You spent a whole week doing hand-drawing on the wall. Very abstract painting. All I can see is a sleeping cat with a crooked neck. You seem to like cats very much.

carefully arrange these fragmentary and well-twisted details. Over and over again. This is everything you like.

the warm sun in the afternoon in winter. A coffee shop with clean French windows. European pastoral tablecloth. The aroma of hot coffee after dark. Totoro warm handbag with silly expression. The radio broadcast at twelve o'clock. Open curtains. The self who can't see clearly in the reflection of French window. Occasionally cross the road outside the window. The tired color of midnight street lamps on the roadside. Specifically, this is your favorite color. You like reading boring prose or essays and hate novels. I like boring movies and hate feature films. So it's hard to buy books you like for you, and few people are willing to accompany you to the movies.

You said that when I was in primary school, I often rode my bike crazily with my companions in the heavy rain, and I deliberately didn't bring an umbrella every time. People always fall down because the road is slippery because of the rain. Once, a little fat boy in the class fell into the bushes in the roadside isolation belt, and the wheels were still spinning around. Until now, every time you see a gap in the bush, you will still think that Xiao Pang hit it.

A group of children shouted and rode fast in the heavy rain, barely tiptoeing to reach the pedals, and almost stood up. My heart will become warm when I think of this scene.

I'm beginning to feel yours.

I like that you are silent.

[ He is the manager of LULU ]

There are several busy streets around the apartment. It's a narrow path, but it can also squeeze the children who flock out of school after school. The schoolbag behind me is heavy, but I still have the strength to fly to the neighbor's aunt's steamed bun shop, holding hot steamed buns and sitting on the bench in the street, eating and waiting for my mother to come home from work.

You always gawk at the children's wanton playing postures, and carefully distinguish the hawking of street snacks. Occasionally, an old man riding a Erba bicycle will bypass you with a loud bell. You might even scream "Oh" softly.

These things, which may have faded away from you, can always be exchanged for your warm and comfortable smile.

When we walk together in the evening, we often go to the bakery on the corner of a small street. You like to eat sandwiches and blueberry-flavored cream sandwiches inside. On the second floor, there is a mini-cafe. The space is very small and the roof is very short. I even have to walk with my head down deliberately to avoid hitting the exposed wooden beam after the roof is simply decorated. However, the European decoration style will always make people feel warm and satisfied. Every time we come, we will drop in. Because I often stay up late to draw pictures, I usually order the freshly ground pure coffee here. You always taste ice cream in different flavors, no matter winter or summer. The flocculent cream of ice cream will always leave a mark on the corners of your mouth. When you stick out your tongue and lick it, your eyes will follow the grunt, and you can't hide the naughty and funny things that occasionally appear in your character. When I can't stand it, I will grab the tissue next to me and hand it to you, and then I can't help laughing in your contemptuous eyes.

there is a CD shop across the street from the bakery. There I met a young manager with a quiet temperament and a gentle voice. The manager's sister who often helps in the store. And his big fat cat with green pupils.

The manager's surname is Lu. You call him Manager LULU.

You have given him such a lovely name.

I feel slightly that you suddenly become soft when facing him.

He is a photographer by profession. He just graduated from university. It is said that this shop was run when he was at school. The manager's sister Xiaoyou is in your department, one grade lower than us. Because the store manager often goes to other places to take pictures, most of the time in the store is reserved for Xiaoyou to take care of.

when you can't find creative inspiration, you will always soak in the CD shop to listen to various styles of music, and later even bring your notebook with you to draw while listening. Later, manager LULU simply squeezed out a small space in the store to put a coffee round table and a small sofa covered with floral cloth, and placed it in the corner by the window.

and I will often come to you with sandwiches from the bakery. In summer, I will run across the street with ice cream and rush into the store. Pass the strawberry-flavored one to Xiaoyou and leave the vanilla-flavored one for you.

I often spend one sticky afternoon after another in the store with you. Xiaoyou will prepare different flavors of coffee beans for me, and then use the coffee machine to make various flavors of coffee to taste together. I brought a lot of magazines about decoration and architecture. When you are tired of painting, you will skim through the magazines I want to decorate, and then make some irrelevant ideas without logic. By the way, it describes your imagination of your future home piecemeal.

For example, you like purple curtains. I like to put many different styles of Mediterranean-style CD racks in my room. I like bookcases full of walls. I like that bookcases are made up of red and white squares with different shapes.

I like to place the window in the direction where I can see the city lights at night.

I didn't listen carefully, but I still remembered it clearly.

I just realized that I don't know you very well. As deep as no one knows.

[ Autumn in another country ]

When painting falls into a period of fatigue, you like to travel. The meaning of travel will always be different from other too sacred gestures in you.

There are always some touches, and the beauty of generate can only be seen in the moment when people are displaced.

you don't belong to any named city or village.

In the autumn of junior year, the store manager had a short vacation, so he and Xiaoyou invited us to travel together.

it was a journey along the northwest. I didn't plan my destination deliberately, but just took a long-distance bus and stopped and went all the way. After leaving their luggage in the hotel every night, the four of them came out for a walk along a strange road again.

you like to walk in streets where no one or even cars pass by. After nightfall, the light of street lamps is reflected piecemeal on the road surface that has just rained. Your long hair floats slightly with the bumps of your steps, and the furry edges are bronzed.

he suddenly called your name behind him. The moment you turn your head, he takes your picture.

you bow your head shyly. Smile. The left hand is raised unnaturally, holding a small strand of hair stuck on the corners of the mouth. These were captured by his joyful lens.

But I can only stand still and cut you in front of me into the movie about you in my mind. Circular projection. Over and over again.

when I was crossing the intersection, the wind suddenly blew. You put on the khaki trench coat he handed you and walk in front of him. My mind is empty and I follow behind you, with my hands in my pockets and my head down on your swaying back. When I walked back to the hotel, I felt Xiaoyou's cold hand slowly drilling into my pocket.

I think it seems that God got everything wrong.

autumn in other places always comes too quickly.

[ The love you once talked about ]

You once wrote the following words on the back of an abandoned painting:

The best love is that two people keep each other company.

Don't bind, entangle, possess, and yearn for meaning from each other, which is doomed to fail. It should be, the two of us, standing side by side, looking at this lonely world.

This is a woman writer you like. This text is called "Remembered Love".

You said this is the most ideal way to fall in love, and it is also the most impossible.

There will be many times when I am so excited that I want to express my deep emotions with people around me. The fuse to the king is the most frequent segment in those girls' plots. For example, watching fireworks together on the rooftop. Like walking side by side on the beach. The heart that was placed in those scenes was so swollen that it almost overflowed from the eyes. I can't help but hold the hand next to me.

what is the sprout in your heart? Will the electrocardiogram suddenly get out of control, or is it because your face, which is expressionless for most of the time, passes this moment naturally?

maybe it was that windy night in autumn, and I didn't have the courage to go up and admire you.

most of the time, you are not honest at all. Me too.

as I wrote this, it began to rain.

[ We can't go back ]

After the four people came back from the trip, they spent a long time alone.

My junior year began to be very busy, and I had to cope with frequent exams. I had to rush through the night more frequently to prepare my entries and design my homework. When I didn't have time to grind my own coffee, I went to the supermarket to buy a large box of Nestle instant coffee. After drinking, there is a sweet and greasy smell of fat powder covering the tongue coating for a long time. So I began to miss the taste of coffee that three people had tasted in the store. I also began to try to bury myself with a headset like you. Music is really a special anesthetic. When my mind is empty, I feel that I have never had such a strong enthusiasm in my body hidden in every inch of my skin and every joint of my hands. You can forget everything. I am still used to going to the balcony and looking at your window when my eyes are sore. I watched the dot gradually enlarge and the outline gradually blurred.

when the sour water slowly gushed out of my eyes, I found that I was too tired to persist all the time.

I finally broke into the store on an upset afternoon. Xiaoyou is sorting out the CD shelves, and you are sitting on the sofa in the corner of the window wearing a milky wool hat, writing and drawing on the computer.

oh. Xiaoyou was a little surprised when he saw me.

finally. You put down your pen and said with a crooked head and a smile.

back to the CD shop for three people. Xiaoyou still serves freshly ground coffee every time I go. Only later, more often, three people were silent.

Annie said; How distant time is, many people who have been together will leave. Until one day, there was only the smell of time, but I couldn't remember the clear face.

In a scene as close as overnight, people who have been together will have a time when they can't go back.

like us.

[ He accompanied you back to your hometown ]

At the end of junior year, the store manager took a photo shoot of a special project on southern water towns and was ready to leave for the south.

mentioning the south always reminds you of that small town. You have mentioned a few words about it to me countless times in small talk. It's a place that my mother took away as a child and never went back, but you always call it "hometown".

you decide to go with him and visit your long-awaited hometown.

is a traditional and ordinary town in the south. I remember there was a small gray stone bridge, but I forgot the name. There is a small river running through the town. Therefore, all the houses in the town are built by the river. Old houses are all ancient earth walls and wooden windows, reaching the threshold of the knee. There is the tallest house in the town in grandpa's yard, which is a three-story cabin. The wooden stairs are narrow and steep, because they are hollow, so they will make a loud rumble when you step on them. Careful and dense carvings are faintly visible on the handrails, and the color is like mottled years. Deep and shallow. The interlayer of the corridor is a recessed stove with a small window on the side.

There is a pure wooden piano in the attic on the third floor, and its surface is cracked like the bark of the old tree in the yard. The end near the wooden window has fallen off a large piece, revealing the corroded inside. Most of the keys have gone out of tune, a few white keys are missing, and the rest are corroded into tooth yellow. You said that when you first saw it, it was like seeing an old man lying peacefully. Although the whispering voice was vague, you could still feel the charm of the years pouring into his body and emitting it effortlessly at every detail.

you like this ancient taste. There will be a sense of security in the subconscious.

The roads in the small town are very narrow, and the pits are bumpy, with a section of dirt road and a section of slate road. On both sides of the path are some shabby pubs or small shops. You will definitely look for shops selling yogurt in porcelain bottles, the kind that costs three yuan a bottle. The bottle mouth is sealed with wax oil paper full of trademarks, and the bottom is tied tightly with a dark red rubber band. When inserting the transparent plastic straw into the waxed paper, it seems to recall the taste of childhood. The soft touch of yogurt and tongue is like fermented foam.

Leave the porcelain bottle after drinking yogurt. Just like those childhood hours that have been blurred, they have been left in memories that have never been touched.

You spent most of your time scouring a whole set of postcards with the scenery of the town from the local specialty shop. Most of the cardboard has softened, and the edges have turned slightly yellow, which is like the winding boundary of the waves on the beach. And you're a treasure.

this is an old smell that you have a special liking for. Turn over the other side is your tough pen handwriting. Stamp square