Rain in Kyoto

At three-thirty in the morning in New York, the night view on the roof of the Empire State Building is clear, bright and full of stars. The lights like the Milky Way slowly fall into Manhattan as the sun sets, reflecting the hazy figure in Manhattan. When I was 28 years old, I received your text message. The sudden news made me a little confused. Then I drank the rest of the wine in the glass, and then took out a Marlboro from the cigarette case. I lit it skillfully, puffed out the smoke ring, and squinted my eyes through the dense fog. The long revolving door in my mind. At that time, I was alone in Beijing and had just started working. It was one o'clock in the morning and I couldn't imagine how they faced life with the lights on inside. Their annual salary was a level that I could never reach in my life. I could only use my youth to resist time. Some people worked hard all their lives to look up to the tall buildings, and the crying baby on the top of the building was actually the owner of the building. After I came out, I stood alone outside. Suddenly there was a strong wind, which made my skirt rustle. I stood on the roadside and lit a cigarette that I had lit a hundred times. My hair was knotted by the wind, and the smoke danced around me. I took a video and sent it to Zhou Fuyu, saying: "Is the trash can getting married? How can I wear a veil?" As the time on the screen jumped to 2:45, I held my phone and laughed out loud. Several people on the road glanced at me in surprise, but I just felt so damn small in the wind. I am really not suitable to live in Beijing When I come to Beijing, the most common thing I say is that it's really hard to drive in a big car in Beijing. Actually, what I want to say is that Beijing is really charming. 24-Year-old Zhou Fuyu received my text message. At this moment, I didn't know that you had just concluded your marriage and engagement birthday party. After seeing the message, Zhou Fuyu became a little confused. I vaguely remembered that when he was sixteen years old, he jokingly said to me: "The dinner party has always been a medium for value exchange, where there is a mixture of wine and dinner, and there is a lot of compromise." Looking at the current situation, I just feel sorry for the "Ding Dong" girl who said this. The message of the girl was pushed to the top "Let's meet + Zhou Fuyu" The night wind blew my long hair into a mess. I saw that he had changed his clothes from the past, with the hand holding the cigarette out, the strong cuffs of the black suit, and the silver watch. A bit of Cheng red flickered brightly, and the slender finger bones of Bai Zhe's lining became more and more cold and depressed. Eye-catching and atmospheric. I stood behind him, and for the first time tonight I felt the gulf between us. Usually he always accommodates me, even though I know that these seemingly simple clothes are also valuable. No longer thinking so much, I put my hands in front of Zhou Fuyu and opened it, which was a pen. Pelican's limited edition, 18k gold nib, cost me three months' salary But Zhou Fuyu opened the box and didn't move it. I know this gift is a bit childish for him. He might not like it too much either. +++++++Zhou Fuyu didn't force himself to show how much he liked it. He closed the lid and asked me with a smile: "When did you come to Beijing?"++ As he spoke, he put his clothes on me and silently stuffed the pen into the inner pocket of the suit jacket. +++++"+Just some time ago" Then he replied casually, as if we were passing the time, why didn't I tell him. +++++++ Before I could reply, he hugged me deeply and buried him in my hair, saying muffledly. +++ "Ningzi, if you have anything to do in the future, you can come to me. If I have a chance, I'll invite you to New York." +++++++ Seeing that I didn't reply, he knew that he was a little rude tonight. Although I don't think so, I have always wanted to hold him like this tonight. ++++++I looked into his beautiful eyes, and my embarrassed self was reflected in them. This is the second time tonight I've seen the gap between us. He spoke again and changed the topic: "How was Beijing? Did you have fun?" +++++++I was stunned, and then said + "Are you getting married?" He had accidentally mentioned that sooner or later he would go abroad to New York to get married. +++++++As if he had no choice but to mention this topic, Zhou Fuyu said +yes in a dull voice. Then he smiled and said, "Beijing is quite big." +++++++That smile was so dazzling that I couldn't ignore it. I couldn't make any sound, just like an island about to be swallowed by the sea, I just felt cold. +++++Yes, Beijing is quite big. Beijing has always been quite big. +++++But tonight why do I feel that the +big one has never been Beijing. ++++ "Ningzi, it's going to rain, I'll see you off." +++++I didn't say anything, as if I acquiesced. I knew that this was the last time I would be with him. +++The wind still blew my long hair into a mess, but I couldn't help but think of the girl to whom I was engaged. She and Zhou Fuyu are university alumni, and they are a perfect match. One is a prima ballerina, and the other is an Oriental young man with the best major in the Ivy League. Both parents absolutely approve of them, and they have already reached the point of discussing marriage. +++++ At this time, the sudden acceleration interrupted me. Zhou Fuyu held my hand, the sound of wind was heard in his ears, and the tears were covered by the rain at some point. I looked at him hazily and he seemed to be saying: It's raining, Wen Ning, run, Wen Ning+ run... +++++Under the hazy city, the ground was covered with fragments of reflections. My suit covered half of my body. The heat and humidity mixed with the smell of Marlboro tobacco and woody perfume, just like his arms. In fact, I have never liked this kind of weather, I don't like Beijing like this, and I don't like wet clothes, re-humidified walls, and random rain... Now + I like it very much, I like it very much. +++++I like+ the warm palms, he will hold her wife with both hands in the future, and the two of them will cover themselves with a blanket and wait for the sunrise; I like his hazy and strong back that is soaked in water, which will be the blending of their hearty sweat and souls and bodies; I like his slightly panting voice asking me if I am cold; when his wife asks him with a nasal voice whether he loves her, he will lower his head and kiss her eyes, and then answer "love". ++++++My mournful eyes are filled with continuous drizzle, and the physical pain in my heart comes one after another, which makes me dare not breathe hard. No matter how violent the rainstorm is, I will never wet you in the house. I am the rainstorm or you. This is the last time tonight that I see the gap between us clearly, and it will be the same in the future ++++ ++++++++ There was a "click", and it seemed that my secret love was also sealed in the distant rainy night along with the photo taken by a passerby. +++++++I tried my best to survive in Beijing, seizing every opportunity, staying up late with instant coffee, being squeezed out of my hard work and not willing to accept the grievance, and drinking medicine for stomach bleeding at dinners again and again. +++++++++At this time, I realized that Beijing is really fucking big. +++++++++ He went abroad. Countless nights, I would remember that we used to be separated by desks at the front and back, and dozens of people in the class. But now we are separated by an international date line, and I am getting further and further away from him. I even envied myself for being able to start a conversation with him legitimately, but now, I don't even have the status to chat with him. His WeChat avatar has not been changed in the past four years. It is a sea of ​​black, and I am too familiar with it. Later, I started my own company and went to New York, a place I have searched countless times in my memory. My friends around me also started getting married and having children. But I stood firm in all directions and refused to accept any peach blossoms. Time has made me more beautiful, charming and alluring. I am becoming more and more skilled at smoking and no longer afraid of changing glasses on the wine table. Others say that Ningzi can drink a thousand glasses without getting drunk. I just smiled and dusted the cigarette ashes into the brown glass jar, watching a group of people reveling in front of me. In the thick white fog, some people were holding wine bottles and drinking wildly. Some people were moved and pressed against the wet lips of others. The countless light balls above the head illuminated the people into a chaotic and blurred mass, like a kaleidoscope that I accidentally broke when I was a child. I suddenly wanted to say, Zhou Fuyu, Beijing+ is not big anymore Intention:.