In the early morning, when I took the light rail line 2, I saw the tracks winding through the mountains, and a little further away was a thick blue-gray fog.
Blue-gray is a very sad color, and Xu Yu's eyes are this color. At first, his eyes were actually black, as black as ink; later, due to indifference and exhaustion, his eyes turned blue-grey.
I pulled the tab and swayed left and right following the turns of the light rail. I felt like I was wrapped in this fiery yet indifferent city, like the embrace of a lover. They say Chongqing cannot retain people. But I stubbornly believed that it was not Xu Yu who left me behind, but Chongqing.
Suddenly I remembered the joke Xu Yu made on me many years ago.
He said, don't fall in love with Chongqing, there is no me in Chongqing.