This is a Qingqing bar in Xinjiekou. I sat in the corner and drank a cup of Long Island ice tea and smoked three Green Ai happy. The hour and minute hands of the clock overlapped at twelve o'clock. I put out the flickering fire between my fingers in the ashtray, stood up and walked out.
While waiting for Didi to come over at the door, I turned to look at the colorful light sign of the bar. It's called waiting bar, waiting bar.
He didn't come.
I bought a hard sleeper and went back at 1 a. M. When the train started, the carriage had already quieted down from the noise of passengers getting on and off, and most people turned over and went back to sleep. Instead of lying on the bunk, I sat down on the chair by the window.
I stared at the dark scenery outside the window. Occasionally, I passed a few lights, and the light and shadow flashed quickly in front of my eyes.
He didn't come. These four words rang in my mind again, flowing down my bones and blood to my limbs like a spell. My heart seemed unable to withstand the pressure and was beating heavily in the dark carriage. For a moment, I couldn't tell why I felt heartache. Maybe it was because loving him was like being addicted to alcohol and I was having a withdrawal reaction. Maybe I didn't want to let the six years of entanglement disappear. Maybe I realized that I couldn't go back, so I was regretful.
I unlocked the password on my phone and the screen glowed in the dark. After editing a long paragraph, I pressed back to delete it, and in the end only four words were sent out.
"That's it."
From the second year of high school to the fourth year of college, all the past ended with the student years. I have been unwilling to accept it, whether it is yours or mine, so be it.
Concept: Changes in feelings and outlook on life from boyhood to youth