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我和她美好的回忆
Tianya Crazy Swordsman
Work introduction Some stories only belong to that era. In the summer of 2001, there were no smartphones or social software. The only means of communication between people was a handwritten letter, a landline phone, and a radio program called "The Sky of Fate." It was during this summer that Cheng Lang met Tian Xin. She is a girl with a smile that sounds like a silver bell. She is lively and hearty, with the simplicity and stubbornness unique to a country girl. The first time they talked, she hummed Jacky Cheung's song off-key on the other end of the phone; they agreed to meet, Cheng Lang only thought it was a joke, but she actually took a three-hour long-distance car ride, carrying a bag of green-skinned oranges, and knocked on the door of his house. Since then, Tian Xin often came to Cheng Lang's house to help him wash the shirts that had been piled up for several days, clean the dusty room, sit on the stone steps under the date tree, and tell him funny stories about the village. The sunshine is slow, the wind is light, and the smell of washing powder floats in the yard. The hearts of the two young people, in those ordinary days, get closer little by little. But there were some words that none of them said. The love of that era was reserved and cautious. It was clear that my heart was in turmoil, but on the surface I only dared to say "Come again next time." Until one day, Tian Xin called for the last time. The person who answered the phone was Cheng Lang's father. She hesitated a few times and hung up without saying anything. Then, she disappeared into the green train heading south, and disappeared into the torrent of that era.
Work introduction Some stories only belong to that era. In the summer of 2001, there were no smartphones or social software. The only means of communication between people was a handwritten letter, a landline phone, and a radio program called "The Sky of Fate." It was during this summer that Cheng Lang met Tian Xin. She is a girl with a smile that sounds like a silver bell. She is lively and hearty, with the simplicity and stubbornness unique to a country girl. The first time they talked, she hummed Jacky Cheung's song off-key on the other end of the phone; they agreed to meet, Cheng Lang only thought it was a joke, but she actually took a three-hour long-distance car ride, carrying a bag of green-skinned oranges, and knocked on the door of his house. Since then, Tian Xin often came to Cheng Lang's house to help him wash the shirts that had been piled up for several days, clean the dusty room, sit on the stone steps under the date tree, and tell him funny stories about the village. The sunshine is slow, the wind is light, and the smell of washing powder floats in the yard. The hearts of the two young people, in those ordinary days, get closer little by little. But there were some words that none of them said. The love of that era was reserved and cautious. It was clear that my heart was in turmoil, but on the surface I only dared to say "Come again next time." Until one day, Tian Xin called for the last time. The person who answered the phone was Cheng Lang's father. She hesitated a few times and hung up without saying anything. Then, she disappeared into the green train heading south, and disappeared into the torrent of that era.