17

He saw the girl again.

This is the thirty-eighth time he has seen it.

At the airport, at the station, at the show, at the music festival.

She always brings a small cartoon envelope with his name on it.

"Brother, can you receive the letter?"

"Okay," the agent replied, and the girl handed him the letter.

This was his entire relationship with that girl.

Several times later, the girl still asked: "Brother, can you receive the letter?" The answer was no longer the agent, but him.

He said yes, then stretched out his hand and waited for the envelope to lie quietly in his palm.

He stuffed the envelope into his bag, put it in his pocket if he didn't have a bag, or just held it.

He saw the girl again at the show.

This time it's a music variety show.

The girl was sitting in a corner of the fourth row, and he recognized her immediately.

When he saw the girl, the girl was also looking at him. It was just that she was a little far away, so he couldn't hear clearly what the girl was saying. Through the shape of her mouth, he knew that she was calling his name.

The host cue him to sing the title song of the new album. Since there was no equipment at the venue, he simply sang a few lines acapella. Everyone in the audience was shouting that it was nice. He had seen some of the audience, but he had never seen most of them.

When we arrived at the airport, the girl appeared again.

"Brother, can you receive the letter?"

His voice was a little hoarse, so he wanted to nod. Somehow, he said "yes" and stretched out his hand as usual.

"My brother sang those lines a cappella so beautifully."

This was the first time the girl said anything else.

He put the letter into his pocket and said three sentences. His voice was so hoarse that only one sentence came out.

He said: "Can you hear me sitting so far away?"

The girl nodded, and he could see that she was happy.

But he didn't know why.

Because the girl can hear him singing and feels happy, or he

He didn't think about talking to a girl and making her happy.

The agent was rushing to catch the next announcement. He got on the plane.

When the phone was turned off, he thought of the girl again.

So he took out the envelope from his pocket, which still had a cartoon sticker on it with his name written on it.

A very long letter.

That’s all his schedule this month.

Before this, he had never calculated that he could do so many things in a month.

Hello, brother.

This is the beginning.

He suddenly thought of the girl's question. She said: "Brother, can you receive the letter?"

He thought that the girl also said "Hello, brother" with this expression.

He read the letters along the way.

A second before getting off the plane, he folded the letter and put it in his pocket.

When will it start? he asked.

"You are the last one to appear at this music festival. It won't start until this afternoon, so don't worry." The manager said.

Too late, he thought.

When we arrived at the venue, there was no one there, and the staff were not there. There was only a newly erected stage, which was very empty.

He took out the microphone from his bag, connected it to his mobile phone's Bluetooth and adjusted the volume.

In three hours, he sang fifty songs, one after another, without stopping.

After singing, he drank three or four bottles of water and hurried to the dressing room.

The music festival has started and the seats are packed.

When he arrived, the audience started to commotion.

They all said that his voice was hoarse and it was difficult to sing.

While catching a flight overnight, his name was called twice over the radio, but he didn't move.

That girl is here again.

This time she got two letters.

"Brother, can you receive the letter?"

"Can."

He put the letter in his pocket, but there was no room for both envelopes, so he put one in each pocket.

The girl showed him a heart and left.

On the way back, he opened the letter.

The opening line is still "Hello, brother".

The girl thanked him for the concert.

That fifty-song concert.

"You sang my favorite song."

He actually didn't know which song the girl liked the most.

So, he sang all the fifty songs mentioned in the previous letter.

At the end she added a sentence.

"Brother, goodbye."

He took out another letter.

It’s still the cartoon sticker and his name.

The letter is extremely short.

Only three sentences:

Can you hear me sitting so far away?

I'll invite you to the concert next time.

Sing your favorite song.

18

He stepped on the pedal and walked to the suspended high platform. The waves were rolling below the platform. Apart from the noise of the waves, he listened to his speech.

"I like you very much."

He whispered, and after saying that, he tried his best to look into the distance, but it seemed that he could never see the edge, leaving only futile regret. After a long time, he sighed, a very small voice, maybe it was not worth mentioning in the waves.

The microphone was held a little high, and he noticed it, but did not fiddle with it or adjust it. Some words did not need to be heard clearly by everyone, it was enough to leave them to himself and the sea.

Maybe this is indeed a reality show, but at this moment it is just a lonely person and a lonely sea. There is no need to show off or be perfunctory between them.

"...So, I wish you happiness."

He calmly took off the headset and stepped off the pedal. Another guest had already passed by and walked up. He quickly handed over the headset.

After giving the signal with a smile, he stood there blankly, not knowing what to do for a moment. He seemed to be waiting, but for what? He didn't know, he just looked at the sea, quietly.

"Why are you standing here? Come and sit down." The sound of the wind was mixed with the manager's kind reminder. He suddenly woke up, sat down in his seat under the gaze of everyone, blended into the circle he was supposed to be in, and then disappeared.

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19

This is the color of the sky in the middle of the night. I never expected it.

The sky was haloed into two worlds, and the sky above our heads was filled with mist and nothingness, but with a slight pink color that covered it far away. It was actually very similar to the monotony of the gloomy day, and it was hard to tell that it was the sky at night.

The sky above the tall buildings in the distance was azure, like a lively sky. Large clouds were racing across the blue sky, but I was as high as the clouds. So I saw the clouds rushing away from me, towards the depths of the endless blue.

Run away and soon you will be out of sight.

When I left, the void above my head spread everywhere, and the clouds and blue sky were also swallowed up.

20

When eating becomes boring, foodies are really depressed.

twenty one

When I walked into her cabin, it was like walking into a hidden forest that I didn't know and had never understood. I didn't know what kind of impact the unusually cold and empty appearance in front of her had on her emotions.

.

But it seems that the various labels about her, such as the famous genius anchor, the elf that everyone loves, the peacemaker with ease, etc., sometimes don't seem real to her, and the real her may be like this.

The room is the same, indifferent and filled with inexplicable sadness.

I looked into her eyes, and there was clearly a smile on her face. She pushed back the hair around her ears, and then pretended to be arrogant and pulled me hard, "Of course my little place is not as good as your big castle. If you don't

I can't even see any flowers."

She rolled her eyes, and the smile in her eyes grew stronger, "Why don't you look at me, I am the only delicate flower here, you can't see it anywhere else."

Her face is full of vitality, telling her joy, like a little deer jumping in the morning, stepping out of hope and beauty. But I always feel a faint sadness surrounding me, maybe it's

She, maybe it's because of this environment, I can't tell.

For a moment, I couldn't tell which one was her, which one was the real her, and which one was the fake her.

twenty two

He is extremely tall and has a bad face when he is expressionless, always leaving people with a sense of oppression that is not easy to deal with. But he speaks slowly, and the big waves in his mouth have to calm down.

It spurted out drop by drop according to his rhythm.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he has a cold face. There is nothing wrong with his exquisite facial features. The native silkworm seems to be as big as his eyes, so he is clean and playful despite his coldness.

He has a kind of nobility inherent in him, so no matter what he does, it makes people feel elegant, slow, and as it should be.

Even when he quarreled, the bystanders couldn't help but take his side, and there seemed to be a huge backing behind him. He just had to stand there and say a few words, and he could easily win people's hearts.

twenty three

The stars we look up to are all in the past. It takes more than one second for light to reach the earth from the moon, and about eight minutes from the sun to the earth.

So the sunlight we see now was emitted from the sun eight minutes ago. In fact, the stars that seem not far away are very far away from us, both in space and time. How far away is it?

Perhaps some of it was light that was emitted before humans existed.

So, what we see in the sky is not the present but the past. Isn’t it amazing?

twenty four

"what is this?"

My mother-in-law used her chopsticks to poke two small objects on the table. They were a bit hard and the chopsticks couldn't penetrate them at all, and they rubbed against the slippery surface.

"Try it, it's good food. It's delicious." Afraid that the old man could not hear clearly due to tinnitus, Xiao Sun raised his voice and looked at his mother-in-law with a smile, "There are only two left. You can finish it. It's good food."

eat."

The mother-in-law picked up the thing tentatively, looked at it for a few times under the dim light, and then put it in her mouth.

The people at the table began to laugh quietly. My mother-in-law was old, so naturally she didn't notice other people's smiles and just ate.

"How about it, it tastes okay."

"Well, it smells like meat... what is this?" My mother-in-law was chewing and talking. Suddenly she stopped chewing and pulled out a trace... a trace of soft hair from the corner of her mouth.

Everyone can see it clearly.

"Why can't you chew this?" My mother-in-law put her hand back into her mouth and her mouth kept moving. "It's really hard to chew, but it still tastes like eggs, so it's delicious."

Xiao Sun was still laughing, and then took a sip of water, "Yes, it's very delicious. I specially left two for you to try. It's good."

I will never forget that time.

That day, my grandmother ate two unspeakable things.
Chapter completed!