Dashun said that he hadn't had a tribute tea for a long time, and asked me to invite him to a cup. I smiled and said, "I'm so poor?"
Only later did I know that Dashun was really poor at that time, the car was sold, and the house was sold. We stood in front of the square that day. The wind was strong in Shenzhen in late autumn. fall. The cramped streets are crowded with people, and there are clothing and jewelry stores on both sides. The hard-working sales clerks stand on plastic stools, clapping their palms and whistling to sell. The bus stops, and the crowd is rushing up and down. Dashun glanced at the distance and said. , the city is really nice, all the lonely people gather together, it looks so lively, the people who pass by every day don’t know anyone, everyone’s circle is just a few people together, but it’s a city with a population of 10 million.
I said, I met few people in the past, but no one felt lonely. Now I walk farther and farther. I learned to keep it in my heart, and some tears are only left in the middle of the night. I remember when I first came to this city, in a very remote place, it was difficult to wait for the bus, and those who didn’t want to wait would take the black motorcycle, but I don’t know why I still miss the place where I just started, the higher the building It seems that the loneliness is getting stronger.
Chatting with Dashun for a long time, standing in the center of the square, the sky is blue-gray, and the subway that drills out of the ground in the distance whizzes past, cars come and go, people come and go, that time Dashun just passed through Shenzhen, and waited until night. At ten o'clock, I took Dashun to the train station. He bought a train to Yunnan with a hard seat.
I asked him if he needed money? There are not many, but there are still two thousand.
Dashun said no.
Later, I learned from a friend that Dashun wandered in Dali for half a month, relying on others to help. At that time, he was really stuck in his throat and always felt that he had done something wrong. Some people clenched their teeth and did not want to trouble their friends.
Last year, Dashun's business improved. He went to Shenzhen to invite me to dinner, and went to a luxurious hotel. I said, why didn't I lend you money when I went to Dali that year. Dashun laughed and said, "No, why do you care about this? I'm here to experience life. People, you have to experience everything in your life to be complete. You can only rebound when you hit rock bottom.
The air-conditioning of the hotel is very high, the lights are bright, the whole city can be seen in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the neatly dressed waiter stands at the door, the dishes are clean and beautiful, Dashun drank some white wine, he is not good at drinking, like me, drink After a little bit of wine, his face flushed, Dashun said, "No, is there anyone you want to see but dare not see."
I thought about it, then shook my head.
Dashun said that I have her phone number. She recited her phone number very well, and all the passwords were pieced together with her phone number. I thought that number was the connection between me and her that would never change. I worked hard, and I struggled. , there are successes, and of course there are failures. When I want to confess to her, I pick up the phone and press the string of numbers on the screen tremblingly.
Da Shun said slowly, Damn, the number you dialed is empty.
Dashun said that at that time he stood in tears in the street of the city where she was, walking a long street by himself, turning his head step by step.
I looked at Dashun, Dashun raised his glass with a smile and said, only then did I realize that the connection between people was so fragile, just like me and her, a phone number, the only connection was broken, maybe it was missed.
I said that as long as you are determined and determined, you can still find it. In today's society, it is not difficult to find someone.
Dashun said, I don't like to look for it, and I can't find it. I failed in my career that year. I came to Shenzhen and went to Yunnan. I wanted to wander alone. I have been working hard and struggling for so many years. When I have nothing to do anyway, I just run around, take the cheapest train, stay in the cheapest hotel, eat the cheapest fast food, just think that I can go a little farther, go a little more thoroughly, and meet all the old friends I should meet. Knowing if the next goodbye is forever, walk wherever you want, and leave the footprints in memory without regrets. Later, when I came to Dali, I felt that it was a very beautiful city, with very white clouds and a very high sky. When I met her before, it was like two people coming here once, and then I stayed there for half a month. , wait for her.
I said she didn't come.
Dashun said that he didn't come, it was not a TV series, and there was no plot that made people cry.
When I came out of the hotel that day, Dashun said that he wanted to go to the bar. I said that it was too late and I would go next time. Dashun said let's go. It's nothing to do anyway. Then he was dragged two streets to a very secluded bar. There were very few people and it could be said to be a little cold. Dashun found a corner seat, and just sat down, the singer of the bar sang a ballad, which was written by Guo Xu. "No More", I was suddenly stunned, and Da Shun was also stunned. I sit in the corner\watch the neon lights\the city is as lonely as ever\I know\my world\is gone without you\after so many years\ should forget it. Sometimes I feel weak/I always want to be free and easy/My long-awaited love/Where are you/Sometimes/Open your arms/You know how fragile you are/Become used to hiding/No more thinking. Don't look for what you can't find/What are you thinking about/The world is crazy/You don't want to torture yourself/Don't look for what you can't find/God is so busy/It's time for her to come/ Stop looking.
When the song came down, Dashun burst into tears. The desolate song smashed all the past and put it into memory. The dim stage, a guitar, and a microphone are just the footprints of a person in a hurry. Dashun invited the singer to drink, and the two chatted while eating, sometimes hugging their heads and crying, sometimes drinking and drinking.
Some roads become memories when one walks alone, some people lose their lives once they are missed, some numbers are branded into memories and become empty numbers, and some tears flow back into their hearts and flowers will bloom.
Author: Sweet and Sour Pork Ribs
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