The micro-fiction | dawn station

Neon lights hang like shooting stars on branches, street lamps, and store doors, high and low, dotted just right, all the way forward. At the end of the road there is a little bit of human voice, like the plucking keys, which sounds so beautiful at the bright dawn.

Yue'er reached out and brushed the hair that was blown by the wind, and continued to walk forward, most of the doors of the store were closed, there were still some people standing at the door, there seemed to be many people coming and going on the road, Yue'er felt that the neon lights were getting more and more blurred, turning a corner, the train in front of it was getting clearer, it stopped quietly on the track, the momentum was magnificent, even if it was only a small section of the car that could not see the window clearly from this angle, but there was a kind of magic that made her long and look forward to the square window.

Getting closer and closer, the heavy train is simple and generous in front of Yue'er, there are passengers, not many, the neon lights continue to extend forward to the invisible sky, Yue'er stepped on the train, into the eyes of the box neatly orderly, a few people sitting sporadically, doing their own things, time seems to be suspended at once, the heart is empty, there is no one she wants to see, Yue'er can't say what it feels like, this may be an ending, or maybe there is no ending, there is still expectation isn't it. She came to the window seat and sat down, looking out the window at the gray ground, gray with a blue-black color, like the temperature between her fingers, cool, but not up to the palm. There was the sound of clothes next to him, and a man sat down, it was him. Yue'er looked back and saw the knee first, with a bone-sharp hand on it, very white, very familiar, the cuffs were also familiar, the thickness of the clothes was also familiar, the height of the sitting was also very familiar, and then the face was up, Yue'er did not continue to look, she looked at the back of the front seat, what did she want to say? Yue'er can't speak, it turns out that the person who can't put it down in her heart has always been him, life is a long road, why did she meet you.

Yue'er did not dare to look at him, but he reached out and shook Yue'er's hand, gently squeezed it, and called "Yue'er", the sound was not loud, just like many years ago, the two people walked together on the road full of leaves, chatting about the marginal homely words, he always looked at her obliquely on the side, called her "Yue'er", pointed to the round arch in front of her and asked her if she knew Rome.

"Are you okay?" He kept looking at Yue'er.

"Yue'er, forget me."

"Live well." He smiled and touched Yue'er's head.

A few short words, but has said all, as if across the mountains and rivers, through time, in these years of time, only these three sentences to account for all, yes, the dust settled, the train always has to go, we finally have to say goodbye, just like the stars away from the sea, the sun shines frost.

Yue'er, let's go.

Yue'er, don't look back.

Yue'er...

Yue'er was ready to get off the train, and when she walked to the train door, as if he was calling out to her, Yue'er couldn't help but look at the shadowy carriages, the sparse passengers, everyone was similar, she knew that there was one of him, and she was smiling at her. Let's go, Yue'er, go, it's over. Yue'er got off the train, came to the window, the cool wind rose slowly, the window was heavy, could not see clearly, could not see, the train was leaving, Yue'er suddenly felt so painful, breathing was chaotic, she grabbed her chest, trying to calm herself.

Want to say goodbye? But Yue'er still wanted to be hugged by him again, did he know it or not, Yue'er really missed him, and wanted to ask him if he could not leave. Tears broke the embankment, Yue'er whimpered and cried, and she left, not waiting for the moment when the train left, nor waiting for his hug.

The neon flashing light was beautiful, how could he not come and see it with his own eyes.

Yue'er spread out her palms, a bead bulging, with a little temperature, amber, like the sunset dusk under the lens, circulating fanghua. This was once set in a beautiful ring and worn on Yue'er's hand. Yue'er cried loudly, shouting his name loudly in her heart, time did not understand human feelings, could not understand the hearts of sad people, let Yue'er cry tired, and finally stopped. Yue'er put away the beads and remembered the sentence written on the paper: All kinds of flowers are blooming along the way, which is really beautiful. He wrote it, I don't know if it was written or not. The paper and beads arrived in Yue'er's hand on the same day, and were given to her by a Tibetan driver.

The driver didn't talk much, dark and strong, and his eyes were large, and he looked at her with a gentle look. The driver said: It took a long time to find you, and months have passed, and your mobile phone has been down. Yes, at that time they were arguing, I heard that his family had been talking about his marriage for a long time, introducing everyone to the show, introducing the good wife. He always said that his family was afraid that he would not talk about friends when he was old, he should live with a man, he liked the freedom of marriage, his parents were also very open-minded, he would soon introduce her to his family, but unfortunately he did not wait for that day, he quarreled.

He said Yue'er, don't be angry, you are very strong, just like every time you run and wrestle, get up and pat your ass and continue to run.

He said Yue'er, don't wait for me, I'm gone, I like freedom, I'm going to the edge of the sky.

He said Yue'er, it's been a year, why are you still waiting for me to change my mind, the girl next to me is not a new girlfriend, don't misunderstand, but I won't go to you again.

He said Yue'er, goodbye.

Yue'er is very uncomfortable, also very angry, throwing away everything about him, sometimes the only way to relieve the anger is to throw away all the things about each other, but throw away the things, but can not throw away the soul, and then swing left and right to pick up or not to pick up the most torturous mood, so that the thoughts and unwillingness are more and more clear, Yue'er is clear, she has been thinking about him.

The Tibetan driver gave her the address and asked her to pick up the paper and the beads, and she didn't know what message he would leave for her. Tibet is far away in the sky, and it seems very close when you set out. Yue'er soon arrived at the Tibetan driver, the driver said: He was the first to get on his car, in the end of the station, the bottom station of the day was him alone, all the way people got off the car one after another, and finally only he was left, just sat looking out the window, until the lively people scattered, the car bumped all the way to the deserted broken platform, the driver got up to call him asleep, approached only to find that he did not know when he was dead, leaning on the window, wearing a gray-yellow hat on his head, quiet, quiet, Suffering from illness, he was thin and unattractive, but his skin was still very white, his clothes were clean, he looked inconspicuous, he had a piece of paper and a bead in his hand, and the pen had rolled down under the seat in front of him...

The wind on the plateau was not as harsh as everyone said, but it blew on her face to make people unconscious, and also blew into Yue'er's heart, and Yue'er took the paper, wrinkled, with her name and phone number, and the sentence:

All kinds of flowers bloom along the way, which is really beautiful. Just like you, open in my heart, too late to say that I love you, let me take your place to see the plateau scenery first. Sorry, Yue'er. There's nothing left for you, sorry, Yue'er.

The train rumbles through cities, plains, basins, mountains, plateaus, and all kinds of flowers along the way, which is the ideal that Yue'er and he said, to see the flowers of Tibet, to see what Great China looks like from east to west.

The driver said that the police came to the inn to sort out his belongings, found a will, found his family's contact information, his family rushed to pick him up and his things, the paper and beads the driver did not take out, the driver said that he felt that these two things he must want to leave to her, if given to the family together, she may never see again.

Yes, Yue'er knew, he must want to tell her what she had seen along the way, to explain to him all kinds of geographical astronomy she did not know, Yue'er vaguely felt that she had altitude sickness, felt that she could not hold on, she squeezed the two things he left behind tightly, felt the pain of tearing her heart, she couldn't believe that he was gone, she couldn't accept that things were finally saying goodbye in this way.

Even the last side of him had not been seen, Yue'er knew that in this life she would be grumpy about this last companionship, she would not forget him in this life, just like the first time she met him, in front of the crowded Big Wild Goose Pagoda, he patted his shoulder and said that her orange had fallen, and it turned out that the plastic bag had been broken by something. Yue'er smiled and picked up the orange and gave it to him, asking him to quench his thirst. He took the orange and watched Yue'er gradually walk away, and his friend said that he could not have taken a fancy to the little girl, and in a word, he really looked at her. The most beautiful love in the world is just like this, a glance of ten thousand years, two wishes, Yue'er knows that the look back, is destined to belong in this life.

All thoughts are piled up one by one, like white clouds surrounding Yue'er, the bright light of the morning has appeared, the train has departed, and the train that once carried him to Tibet has come and gone tirelessly, taking away one passenger after another, taking away the stories hidden in everyone's heart, writing in heaven, leaving no love and hate to the world. Yue'er continued to walk back, the neon lights dimmed, she found a place to sit down, picked up a pen and wrote him a reply:

I also went to Tibet, and I went to look for you. The flowers bloom along the way, but there is no you.

If so, I wouldn't have met you in the first place.

But I don't want to.

This Buddha bead was asked for in Nepal, it really worked, we fell in love, I love you.

Wherever you go, I put you in my heart and hold you with my heart.

I've been seeing you every day lately, and the doctor asked me to come to you on the train today, and if I see you, I'll have to listen to what you say to me. I suspect he hypnotized me, you're not going to say goodbye to me, and you want to be with me too, right?

You didn't leave me with nothing, and all my memories of you are the best thing. Also, you left me a little life, it's been several years old, too late to tell you, I secretly left her, and now, she is the continuation of your life, and your family loves her.

Don't say goodbye to me, the train will come back when it's gone, and you'll be on the train.

The wind blows softly, the morning light is slightly dewy, and the light sprinkles on the roadside stones, colliding with a good sound: Yue'er, go home well, really, goodbye.