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[single eyelid]

You have a single eyelid. Occasionally it doubles because of lack of sleep. You'll be happy about it all day, even looking in the mirror. But at night, you will get tired of yourself.

You are a simple girl. I always remember you wearing a white coat and baggy jeans. And all-star black canvas shoes. Because of frequent washing, shoelaces are always white, but they often open when walking. I've never seen you wear a skirt and high heels. You have a lot of torn jeans, thick ivory lines, and a very informal small suit jacket.

Your hands are small and your fingers are short. You like silver-gray nail polish. With black waist-length hair, fluffy with some natural curly hair, hanging casually behind him.

I wear a big earphone when painting, and occasionally I twist my body naturally with the music, from morning till night.

What you draw is an incomprehensible world, not your belief. Just like the flowing water of the hometown river flows by, reflecting bright or sad colors.

Well, he is a very interesting person.

I will feel this way the first time I see you.

[If I hadn't searched hard, it would be hard to see your back]

I met you in high school.

You were thin and short then. Our seats are in the same row, you are in the second row, and I am in the penultimate row, separated by three positions.

If I hadn't searched hard, it would be hard to see your back.

Life in high school is always too monotonous, and those faint feelings are quietly buried on the road extending from your feet.

There will even be a trance-like whisper. Is that you?

Until later, we entered the same university.

Occasionally, I think that at least the time we spent together is similar to that of childhood. So many years later, maybe when we are apart, you will remember the long years in the past and still pronounce my name by the way.

I like your silence. ]

Nie Luda wrote this poem: I like your silence, as if you have disappeared.

College life hasn't changed you much. You got into the art department as you wished.

I stubbornly applied to the same university as you, scratching my head in the department of architecture to cope with all kinds of complicated structural drawings and architectural mechanics theories.

The subtle but crucial affirmative sentence is: by your side.

During the holiday after my freshman year, I finally found two apartments near my school, and it took me a long time to move here. You live in the last row of the building. Because your floor is very high, you can still vaguely see the firefly-like light in the room when you go out to the balcony for air on a night without heavy fog.

Your room was painted by yourself. Light gray. The combination of cold and warm colors looks very comfortable. You spent a whole week painting on the wall. Very abstract painting. I can only see a cat sleeping with its neck crooked. You seem to like cats very much.

Carefully sort out these fragmentary and distorted details. Over and over again. This is everything you like.

Warm sunshine in winter afternoon. A coffee shop with clean French windows. European pastoral tablecloth. The smell of hot coffee after dark. My neighbor totoro warms her handbag and looks silly. The radio broadcasts at twelve o'clock. Open the curtains. I can't see myself clearly in the reflection of French window. Occasionally cross the road outside the window. The tired color of midnight street lamps on the roadside. Specifically, this is your favorite color. You like reading boring prose or essays and hate novels. I like boring movies and hate feature films. Therefore, it is difficult to buy your favorite books, and few people are willing to accompany you to the movies.

You said that when I was in primary school, I often rode my bike crazily with my companions in the heavy rain, and I deliberately didn't bring an umbrella every time. People always fall down because it rains and the road is slippery. Once, a little fat boy in the class fell into the bushes in the roadside isolation belt, and the wheels were still spinning. Until now, whenever you see a gap in the bush, you still think Xiao Pang hit it.

A group of children shouted, rode fast in the heavy rain, barely reached the pedal on tiptoe and almost stood up. Think of this scene, my heart will become warm.

I'm starting to feel yours.

I like your silence.

[He is Lulu's manager]

There are several busy streets around the apartment. This road is very narrow, but it can also squeeze the children who flock out after school. The schoolbag behind me is very heavy, but I still have the strength to fly to my neighbor's aunt's steamed bun shop, sit on a bench on the street with hot steamed buns, eat and wait for my mother to come home from work.

You always gawk at the children's wanton playing posture, carefully distinguish the selling of street snacks, and occasionally an old man who has been riding a bicycle for 28 years will bypass you with a loud bell. You may even scream "Oh" softly.

These things that may have gone away from you can always bring you a warm and comfortable smile.

In the evening, we often go for a walk in the bakery on the corner of a small street. You like to eat sandwiches and blueberry cream sandwiches in it. On the second floor, there is a mini cafe. The space is small and the roof is short. I even want to walk with my head down deliberately, so as not to hit the wooden beam exposed after the simple decoration of the roof. However, the European decoration style will always make people feel warm and satisfied. Every time we come, we will drop in. Because I often stay up late to draw pictures, I usually order pure coffee freshly ground here. No matter in winter or summer, you can always taste different flavors of ice cream. The flocculent cream of ice cream will always leave a mark on your mouth. When you stick out your tongue and lick it, your eyes will follow the purr, and you can't hide the occasional naughty and funny in your personality. When I can't stand it, I will grab the tissue next to me and hand it to you, and then I can't help laughing in your contemptuous eyes.

There is a CD shop opposite the bakery. There, I met a young manager with a quiet temperament and a gentle voice. Manager's sister who often helps in the shop. And his big fat cat with green pupils.

The manager's surname is Lu. You call him Manager Lulu.

You gave him such a lovely name.

I feel very slightly that you suddenly become soft when facing him.

He is a photographer by profession and has just graduated from college. It is said that this shop was opened when he was at school. The manager's sister Xiaoyou is in your department, one grade lower than us. Because the store manager often goes to other places to take pictures, most of the time in the store is left to Xiaoyou.

When I can't find creative inspiration, I always soak in CD shops to listen to various styles of music, and later I even bring my notebook to listen and draw. Later, Manager Lulu simply squeezed out a small space in the store to put a coffee round table and a small sofa covered with floral cloth in the corner by the window.

I will often come to you with sandwiches from the bakery. In summer, I will run across the street with ice cream and rush into the store. Pass the strawberry flavor to Xiaoyou, and leave the vanilla flavor to you.

I often spend difficult afternoons with you in the store. Xiaoyou will prepare different flavors of coffee beans for me, and then use the coffee machine to make various flavors of coffee to taste together. I brought a lot of magazines about decoration and architecture. When I am tired of painting, I will browse through the magazines I want to decorate, and then make some illogical and irrelevant ideas. By the way, it describes your imagination of your future home in bits and pieces.

For example, mention that you like purple curtains. I like to put many different styles of Mediterranean-style CD racks in my room. I like bookcases full of walls. I like bookcases made up of red and white squares with different shapes.

I like to put the window in the direction where I can see the city lights at night.

I didn't listen carefully, but I still remember it clearly.

Only to find out that I don't know you very well. So deep that no one knows.

[Exotic Autumn]

When painting is tired, you like to travel. The meaning of travel is always different from other overly sacred gestures on you.

There is always some touch, which is the beauty of generation that can only be seen in the case of displacement.

You don't belong to any city or village with a name.

In the autumn of junior year, the manager took a short vacation and invited us to travel with Xiaoyou.

This is a trip along the northwest. I didn't deliberately plan my destination, just took a long-distance bus and stopped all the way. After putting the luggage in the hotel every night, the four of them came out for a walk along a strange road.

You like to walk on streets where no one or even cars pass by. After nightfall, the lights of street lamps are reflected on the road surface that has just rained. Your long hair floats slightly with the bumps of your footsteps, and the furry edges are tanned.

He suddenly called your name behind your back. As soon as you turn your head, he will take your picture.

You bow your head shyly. Smile. The left hand is unnaturally raised, holding a small lock of hair stuck to the corners of the mouth. All these were captured by his joyful lens.

But I can only stand still and edit you in front of me into a movie about you in my mind. Circular projection. Over and over again.

When I walked across the intersection, the wind suddenly blew. You put on the khaki trench coat he handed you and walk up to him. My heart is empty, I follow you, my hands in my pockets, and my head is low on your swaying back. When I walked back to the hotel, I felt Xiaoyou's cold hand slowly drilling into my pocket.

It seems to me that God has got everything wrong.

Autumn always comes too soon in other places.

[The love you have talked about]

You once wrote the following passage on the back of an abandoned painting:

The best love is that two people accompany each other.

Don't bind, don't entangle, don't possess, don't rush to dig meaning from each other, it is doomed to failure. It should be, the two of us, standing side by side, looking at this lonely world.

This is your favorite woman writer. This text is called "Remember Love".

You said this is the most ideal way to love, and it is also the most impossible.

There will be many times when I am so excited that I want to express my deep feelings with people around me. "The King's Fuse" is the most frequent passage in those girls' plots. Like watching fireworks on the roof together. It's like walking side by side on the beach. The heart in those scenes is so swollen that it almost overflows from the eyes. I can't help holding the hand next to me.

What is the bud in your heart? Will the ECG suddenly get out of control, or is it because your expressionless face naturally passes this moment most of the time?

Or maybe it was that windy autumn night, and I didn't have the courage to admire you.

Many times, you don't confess at all. Me too.

When I wrote this, it began to rain.

[We can't go back]

After four people came back from a trip, they stayed alone for a long time.

I was very busy at the beginning of my junior year, and I had to cope with frequent exams. I have to stay up more often to prepare entries and design assignments. I didn't have time to grind my own coffee, so I went to the supermarket and bought a big box of Nestle instant coffee. After drinking, there is a sweet and greasy taste of fat powder covering the tongue coating for a long time. So I began to miss the taste of coffee tasted by three people in the store. I also began to try to bury myself with headphones like you. Music is really a special anesthetic. When my mind is empty, I feel that I have never had such a strong enthusiasm hidden in every inch of my skin and every joint of my hands. You can forget everything. I'm still used to looking at your window on the balcony when my eyes are sore. I watched the dots gradually enlarge and the outline gradually blurred.

When acid water slowly gushed out of my eyes, I found myself too tired to persist.

Finally, on a restless afternoon, I couldn't help but break into the shop. Xiaoyou is sorting out the CD rack. You are sitting on the sofa in the corner by the window wearing a milky wool hat, writing and drawing on the computer.

oh Xiaoyou was a little surprised when he saw me.

Finally. You put down your pen, cocked your head and said with a smile.

Three people went back to the CD shop. Xiaoyou still serves freshly ground coffee every time he goes. Only later, more often, all three people were silent.

Annie said; How far away time is, many people who have been together will leave. Until one day, only the taste of time, but I can't remember that clear face.

In a scene as close as one night, people who have been together will go back in time.

Just like us.

[He accompanied you back to your hometown]

At the end of my junior year, the manager took a photo of the Southern Water Village Project and was ready to leave for the South.

Talking about the south always reminds you of that small town. You mentioned a few words about it to me countless times in small talk. It was a place that my mother took away when I was a child and never went back, but you always called it "hometown".

You decided to go back to your long-cherished hometown with him.

It is a traditional and ordinary town in the south. I remember a small gray stone bridge, but I forgot the name. There is a small river running through the town. Therefore, all the houses in the town are built by the river. Old houses are all ancient earth walls and wooden windows, reaching the threshold of the knee. Grandpa's yard has the tallest house in the town, which is a three-story cabin. The wooden stairs are narrow and steep, because they are hollow, so there will be a loud rumble when you step on them. Careful and dense carvings are faintly visible on the handrails, and the colors are like mottled years. There are deep and shallow. The mezzanine of the corridor is a recessed stove with a small window on the side.

There is a pure xylophone in the attic on the third floor, and its surface cracks like the bark of an old tree in the yard. A large piece has fallen off the end near the wooden window, revealing the corroded interior. Most of the keys are out of tune, a few white keys are missing, and the rest are corroded into yellow teeth. You said that when you first saw it, it was like seeing an old man lying peacefully. Although the whispering voice is vague, you can still feel the charm of the years pouring into his body and emitting it effortlessly in every detail.

You like this old smell. There will be a sense of security in the subconscious.

The road in the town is very narrow and bumpy, a dirt road and a slate road. On both sides of the path are some shabby pubs or small shops. You will definitely look for a store that sells porcelain bottles of yogurt, the kind that costs three yuan a bottle. The bottle mouth is sealed with wax oil paper full of trademarks, and the bottom is tied tightly with a crimson rubber band. When the transparent plastic straw is inserted into the wax paper, it seems to recall the taste of childhood. The soft touch of yogurt and tongue is like fermented foam.

Leave the porcelain bottle after drinking yogurt. Just like those childhood days that have been blurred, they have been left in untouched memories.

You spent most of your time shopping for a whole set of postcards with town scenery from the local specialty store. Most of the cardboard has softened and the edges are slightly yellow, just like the boundary of waves winding on the beach. You are a baby.

This is an old flavor that you particularly like. Turn over the other side is your tough pen handwriting. The upper right corner of the stamp is square.

I have got back all the postcards you sent me. But you didn't come back

[distance]

I'm waiting for you. I hope to walk thousands of kilometers.

If converted into a unit of length, everything in the world can be measured by distance. Light-year or ai.

It is also the name of a song.

It is also on such a rainy day that you play and sing while holding the guitar. You sit on the platform in front of the French window, and the background is wet and fuzzy glass. I can't hear the rain outside the window.

The original singer of this song is my favorite female singer. Your voice is very different from hers, but it's nice. Because your hands are too short, you even have to work hard to hold the chords of the guitar. Your guitar playing skill is not very strong, but it's ok. Smile when you sing, you are the most beautiful.

I began to keep recalling the scenes in this song MV. It's about a plain seaside. Guitar buried in the sand. A girl who plays the guitar. There is a camera on the side and a bicycle not far away. The whole picture is processed into black and white effect from beginning to end, like a gap in memory.

Your world is really small. It is scattered into many pieces by you, implanted in different fields and struggling to grow. So after a long time, your world has gradually become a big world. But because they are too far away, they will never meet each other. It is not until one day that you have a chance to put them back together that you realize that this is not a complete world.

Just like the distance between us, calculated in light years, it is already far away.

[You are so beautiful in his eyes]

Three months later, the manager returned to this city to hold a small photo exhibition.

When I walked into the exhibition hall, countless photos of you, big and small, surrounded me. It is crowded and even difficult to breathe. I walked slowly along the exhibition wall.

oh It was an autumn night, and you looked back blankly. The warm yellow light behind you seems to push you into the atmosphere of sunset. And you are leaning on the small sofa in the shop, squinting with headphones. There are so many you that I have never seen before. You are wearing a long white dress. You are grinning.

I think these can only be taken with his lens, joy or sadness, silence or noise, hiding your face or blurring, expressionless or smiling, all of you are so beautiful.

[About your mini-movie]

In the second half of the third year of high school, fewer and fewer students of the same grade can meet at school, and everyone is busy looking for a job. And I just want to leave this city and force myself to jump out and follow your back.

I accepted the employment of a construction company in Beijing, and then went to Beijing as quickly as possible. That's the north you don't like. Every inch of the sky overhead is leaden gray blocked by tall buildings, so it's hard to find a small street like you used to walk together. The western-style baking chain store next to the bus stop is very large, and there is no coffee shop on the second floor. The house I live in now has no balcony, and the windows face the suburbs. At night, I can only see two strings of lights arranged neatly on the distant highway.

I think I'm suitable for the north. Because in your heart, we are all unfortunately labeled as "dislike". I try to survive in these environments that you don't like at all. Embrace the heart that has filled you for countless long days and nights, and then try to slowly pull away the memory. I never had the courage to confess to you.

I reprimanded myself, no longer deliberately going through those sharp years, but still couldn't bear to throw away those specimens that had been carefully cared for but were still fragile, and then crushed them hard.

I don't know how many more moments like this will happen in the rest of my life. Just like you can't know how many feelings I once had that I can't tell you. Or am I too circuitous When the tide gradually receded, I cruelly buried them on the white beach and fell asleep, so I had to sing in my dreams for hundreds of centuries.

At this point, it is a mini-movie that has finally ended.

It's all in the movies. Every minute since I met you, the protagonist is you.

And I can only search the frequency of your appearance in my mind out of order when I can't see you.

[end]

This is a mini movie about you.