I'm waiting for you in the wind and snow

Chapter 2 The Girl Walking With Me

After Wang Lei passed away in a hurry, I thought more about life. I asked myself over and over again, how should I live?Is there really only a dead end for people like me to stay in big cities?

It's not that extreme, but I'm sure I won't be happy, because there are countless painful memories here, and I don't have much hope to make enough money to stay here, I seem to live forever in right and wrong, right and wrong In the vortex, tired of coping.

I'm tired, and I've had enough pain.

In the evening, the golden light was like waves on the sea, covering the streets and alleys of the city. I sat in the few shadows, thinking about Lu Jia, and Wang Lei who had just left...

The transition between day and night is so fast, as if it is just a cigarette, the light replaces the afterglow of the setting sun and becomes everything in this city.I looked at it in a daze, and the only thing that was clear was the giant billboard of Maxwell on the opposite side.The towering buildings seem to have turned into big trees one after another, forming an urban forest, and the corner of the wall where I sit has become the most ventilated place, threatening from all directions, but there is no such thing anymore. People are willing to stand by my side.

……

There was a ringtone, I picked up the phone from the ground, it was my dad calling, I connected: "Dad."

"have you eaten?"

"Eat, a colleague got married today, so I went to the wedding banquet."

"……how's the work going recently?"

I lit a cigarette, not wanting to disappoint him, so I gritted my teeth and said, "It's pretty good."

"That's good. I know it's not easy for you in Shanghai, but Lu Jia is a big boss. Don't keep dragging her around like this. Get married sometime around."

I'm still lying: "I'm afraid it won't work this year... Lu Jia has a job transfer. She went abroad, just last week."

"Go abroad!...It's a long way away, something might happen, didn't you keep her?"

I smiled and replied: "Don't worry, Lu Jia is not the kind of fickle girl. Our relationship for the past four years is here. How can we say that something happens and something happens!"

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and he said for a while, "Your mother and I are both retired workers, so we can't help you much. You should be careful and be sincere to other girls."

"know."

"Let's bring Lu Jia back to our place for the Chinese New Year this year. This place is lively and looks like a Chinese New Year."

"Let's talk about it after the Chinese New Year. It's not certain whether she will come back or not."

Afterwards, after chatting for a few words, I hung up the phone, and then summoned up the courage to call Lu Jia. This was the first time I did this after she left, but the number I had dialed countless times was gone. was written off.

At this moment, I seemed to see Lu Jia's eagerness to get rid of me. In fact, I didn't want to pester her. I just wanted to ask her who was closest to me, is life sinister or kind?

If she is full of kindness, then why does Wang Lei, such a good woman, leave so sad and unwilling?
Throwing away the phone, I lay heavily on the ground, I saw the night sky with only the moon, like a mirror, reflecting my broken self, I wanted to cry, but I didn't want to shed a tear for this fucking life.

……

24 hours later, the murderer who accidentally killed Wang Lei was arrested and brought to justice, and I, as the only person in this city who had a relationship with Wang Lei, accepted her relics. Souvenir, given to her sister.All I took was her tablet and a book she used to keep her books.

The largest expense of her life was the 19 yuan she gave me. She wrote a paragraph behind the expense, "Before May 2008, 5, I had a happy family, and my father was a construction contractor. , my mother only uses her husband to teach her children, and the family has never been short of money. I am a princess in the eyes of everyone. After May 12, everything has changed. The only thing that remains the same is that I am still a "princess" in the eyes of others. But this time, I turned from envy to disgust... When I was insomnia, I often thought, what kind of life would I be living now if there was no earthquake in 5?... I dare not expect to go back to the past, I just want to change myself...Maybe it's because I've been in Shanghai, a city full of luxury and money, for too long, and I can't believe in love, and I can't believe that there are still a group of people who can live so carelessly in Dali...But this time, I It’s really exciting. I also hope to have that kind of love. I hope that a man who loves me and is loved by me can take me on a motorcycle and spend time on the Erhai Lake and under Cangshan Mountain... If we can be together in Dali Opening an inn, isn't this life worth it?"

I don't want to cry because of a broken relationship, or because of the heaviness of life, but at this moment I can't cry anymore, my mind is full of Wang Lei's short and unfortunate life, and her unfinished dream...

I want to break free, break free from everything that is bound, I will pretend that I died in this city with Wang Lei, and then choose a place to be reborn.

……

On the day I quit my job, I tried my best to find the song I heard in the bar on the Internet. Its melody and lyrics constituted my last impression of Wang Lei, because it was the last time I saw Wang Lei in that bar. To the living Wang Lei.

I finally knew that it was Wang Feng's song called "Goodbye, Twentieth Century". I didn't need to understand what he was trying to express. I was already on the scene, and I had to say goodbye to the city of Shanghai. .

Putting on the earphones, turning the volume to the maximum, and playing this song repeatedly, I took a taxi, bus, and subway, trying to see every corner of the city, and finally stopped at the famous Bund, Huangpu River Just under my feet, there are all kinds of people and vehicles in front of me.

Stuffing out the cigarette in my hand, I took out the tablet computer and accounting book left by Wang Lei out of the backpack. There are many selfies of her in the tablet computer, symbolizing her beauty, and the accounting book is full of trivial matters. Her breath is her life.

I figured it out, I can stay in Shanghai and don’t want anything, but I must go to Dali with Wang Lei’s beauty and life. Although she is gone, her dream is still there.

……

On July 7.19th, I burned all the memories about Shanghai and Lu Jia on the rooftop, then packed my bags and took a bus to the train station. After a long journey, my next stop was Kunming.

Just when I was preparing to pass the ticket gate step by step, my former leader Huang Heping called me. I thought that some work had not been handed over properly.

I answered the phone with doubts, and asked, "Mr. Huang, what's the matter?"

"Have you gotten on the train yet?"

"Ready to check in."

"Don't check the ticket first. I have a friend's daughter who insists on driving to Dali by herself. She has a lot of quarrels with her family. You said that the journey is thousands of kilometers. How can we rest assured that she is driving alone, and you are also going. Dali, there is a caregiver on the road, don't let her drive tired... By the way, can you drive?"

"Yes, with a driver's license."

"Well, I'm much more at ease if the two of you switch cars... She's in the parking lot of the train station right now. You should go find her quickly. I'll reimburse you for your ticket and board and lodging money on the way."

I thought about it for a while and replied, "It's fine to drive by yourself. What's her license plate number?"

"The license plate ends with two 9s, and it's a white Lu Xun."

After hanging up Huang Heping's phone call, I put the train ticket back into my wallet, then dragged my suitcase and walked towards the parking lot outside the train station...

The outdoor sunlight was very strong, and the asphalt road seemed to be roasted. I stopped at the newsstand and bought two bottles of chilled mineral water, and then looked into the parking lot through the mesh guardrail. I thought it must be a Bold and self-willed girl, because the 3000-kilometer road is not so easy to drive, especially the section between Hunan and Guizhou, which is a winding mountain expressway, people are prone to fatigue, and it is extremely dangerous, so I don’t have a few years of driving experience. Don't dare to challenge this road.Come to think of it, it is necessary for her family to have such worries.

Huang Heping found the right person, because I grew up in the mountains of Sichuan, and this is the mountain road I am most familiar with.

……

After confirming the location of the white Lu Xun, I walked into the parking lot through a side door. I knocked on the window, and she opened the door grandly, then looked me up and down, and asked, "You Uncle Mi introduced by Uncle Huang?"

"I'm not of the same generation as your Uncle Huang."

While I was talking, I motioned her to open the trunk, but she took off her sunglasses, then bent over and leaned back, peeping at me, who was tightly covered by the brim of the hat, in an extremely awkward posture.

"One generation taller than Uncle Huang! That's... Grandpa Mi?"

I took off the hat, wiped the sweat off my face, and then looked at her. She has a ball head and a height of about 170 by visual inspection. Her skin is so good that it seems that collagen can be squeezed out at any time, and it shows on her body. Her youthful vigor is more like an unknown world, completely different from Wang Lei or Lu Jia.

She laughed enough, and said to me: "I know that the next 3000 kilometers of journey will definitely not be so easy to handle, but as long as we can uphold the principle of respecting the old and caring for the young, I believe we can still have a pleasant journey..."

I smiled, ignored her teasing, looked at her car again, changed the subject and said, "It's a good car, very suitable for mountain roads."

She was slightly proud, and replied: "Of course, this big guy is my 20th birthday present from my dad."

I nodded and got to know this girl in her early 20s a little bit more, because the choice of car can reflect a person's character to some extent. Behind her choice of a niche car, there should be a wild and unrestrained car. The heart of youth, if she loves vanity, at the same price, she can buy an X6, or a low-end Cayenne.

"Grandpa Mi, can we go?"

I threw my backpack into the trunk of the car, and then opened the door of the passenger cab against the scorching sun, and this 3000-kilometer journey kicked off from the largest railway station in Shanghai.

(End of this chapter)