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In the middle of the night, I received a call indicating that it was an international long distance call. Eight years after the low "Hello" from the other end, I still recognized who it was at once, with a familiarity that ran deep into my bones. I gently said "Ai Jia" and the other end burst into tears... After hanging up the phone, I lay flat on the bed and looked at the dark ceiling. I thought that after so many years, I could look down on these people and things, even the people I thought I would never forget. It's getting blurry in my memory, and the time it takes to think of his face is getting longer and longer. The reality is so sad, it makes people want to remember it for a longer time, and time always washes away mercilessly over and over again, until the heart slowly becomes numb, and finally admits that it is just a memory, then it is willing to give up. It is summer in G City now. Whenever this season comes, I always stand in the office on the 16th floor and give the most pious welcome to a grand banquet that is about to be hearty and hearty. Same city, same season. I feel that in this same big air, I can also find bit by bit the lush years of my 20s, the tenderest years in my memory.

We met in the most complicated era, when we had nothing, but if there is a next life, I still just want to meet you. Times don't play tricks, love is the deepest, entertainment comes and goes, I only see you