Changsha Cold Spring Piece Prose

A man moved to the alley behind Zhongshan Road. The house was originally rented by my cousin, but it was subletted to me because I was going to Fujian. This is the third floor of an old house. This room is small and simple. I spent the whole day cleaning it up.

Outside is a city I never knew. I'm not surprised. In fact, I didn't find any difference between cities except that I gradually lost my way. I think as long as I try to accept a new thing, I won't feel strange.

I like it here gradually, although there is no warmth of Zhuhai, no sea and no new dreams. But when I feel homesick, I can spend more than 2 hours eating Chinese cabbage cooked by my mother, which is the warmest luxury in my imagination. This city is very close to home, so I will live here for the time being.

In the first few days, Changsha was unusually warm. I put on a two-piece cool sleeve suit. I didn't expect it to be chilly in spring and it rained several times in a row. I hid in a damp room and didn't dare to go out. I just sat in the quilt and watched TV without writing or watching. The quilt and TV set were left by my cousin. I washed the quilt very clean and smelled of soap, but it was too thin. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, shivering in the dark with a pillow in my arms, but I grit my teeth and refuse to shed tears. Later, I went to Carrefour to buy an electric blanket, which made me feel safer when I slept.

Don't feel lonely. I feel lonely because I care, or I don't fit in with the busy crowd. This is called loneliness. A lonely person, sometimes very quiet, very calm, very peaceful.

Old computer. Some books and CDs.

I came out with few clothes and daily necessities, but stubbornly brought a bag full of books and some Faye Wong CDs. These are my most cherished treasures, and they have accompanied me through the storm. When I was in Zhuhai before, I lived a poor life because my job was unstable and I was willing to buy books with limited money, but I never regretted it. It's just that when I chose to leave later, I couldn't handle a cupboard full of books, which made me heartache for a long time. Finally, I chose some favorite books to give to my friends. When I left, I solemnly told her to cherish them.

There is no CD player in the rented house, so I didn't buy it because I wanted to plan my life. Faye Wong's CD has been on the self-made bookcase, and I haven't heard it for a long time. I like Faye Wong. I can't resist, I can't describe it. Dou Wei said that her voice is beautiful, cool and smoky, which is the decadent voice of nature. I can't think of any suitable words to express my love for her. I can only say that I listen to her songs, which I find a comfort. Late that winter night, I discussed my love for her with a net friend I had never met before. He told me that I like a song, and the most important thing is to miss the story that happened in the background of this song. So on such a night, we found * * * Ming, and I felt the warmth inside. We all love Faye Wong deeply.

Go to the flea market to watch the computer with my cousin. Finally, I can buy what I have always wanted with my own money. I am very excited and happy. Because the requirements are not high, the result is unexpectedly cheap. I was so happy that I forgot to bargain. Thanks to my cousin's reminder, I saved a week's living expenses. I hitchhiked home with my computer, which was heavy, but I was happy. It turns out that doing something you like is so relaxed and happy.

With the computer, I ended my life of typing blindly in the Internet cafe. I can quietly drink a glass of cold water and listen to the crisp and lovely sound of the keyboard under my fingers. I feel very satisfied.

Hair is longer than sadness.

In just two years, I found that my hair had spread to my waist. Maybe when people are sad, their hair will grow crazy. Grandma said that women with more hair are stubborn and have a bad life. Therefore, when I was a child, I never had too long hair. I always cut it very thin, and then tied a ponytail tightly, trying to train myself into a smooth woman according to my grandmother's wishes. Later, it was discovered that this did not change a person's fate. So, now I stubbornly keep thick long hair. It is not a single black. My hair was dyed and dyed, from the original chestnut to brown, and now it is burgundy. I don't want to do this, just to cover up a secret, that is, my black hair is mixed with a lot of lonely white hair, which has been happening since I was a child. When I am sad, I worry, will I wake up with white hair one day? Therefore, I never dare to grieve easily. I am afraid to see myself die overnight. To this end, I also want to make myself happy.

If one day, you see a woman with dim eyes and tangled long hair on the streets of Changsha, it must be me. I also believe that on a sunny day, I will meet a man who loves me and loves my long hair. I will let his hand gently pass through my long hair, and I will treat him with a gentle smile all my life.

Fireworks beggars and my website.

I haven't known his real name for a long time. I only know that his QQ is called fireworks beggar. I have always thought that he is a halo child, and saying that he is a child is actually wronged him because he is a little older than me. The concept of children in my mind refers to those who are lost, insecure, miserable and in need of care. We are of the same kind. But I think he is happier than me. Because he is on campus, he can deal with books and study every day. But I have already finished my studies, and my heart has long been vicissitudes.

We all like words, we all have our own sharp side, and we are all good at camouflage. I never hide my sharpness in front of him, so we often bicker in QQ. He said he was not a good person. He said not to be too nice to others. But I think he is a good man. He is very kind to others. Otherwise, he wouldn't have made an elaborate website for a woman he had never met. And do it seriously. I see it in my eyes and keep it in my heart.

Really thank him.

As for the production of the website, I am a bystander and will only watch the excitement. I don't understand. However, I saw my words so quietly arranged in it. They are like my children, my lonely blood, and I hear the boiling sound. I looked at them, stroking past wounds, revealing lost sadness. I looked at them, and I was very happy. So, I want to thank the fireworks beggar for making his own website. This is the best spring present I have ever received.

Potato chips. Unfamiliar warmth

Nan is my cousin's friend. The first time we met was in KTV near Bayi Road. Those who came that day were all my cousin's friends and a dozen strangers. Nan happened to sit next to me. He is a tall and quiet man. When I first sat down, I was restrained. Later, when I got familiar with it, I realized that his family lived not far from mine. Just because I am used to seclusion, I have never seen him. Suddenly there was a sense of intimacy, and I became less formal. That night, I sang a lot of songs and ate a big bag of potato chips, without any image. He doesn't talk much or sing, but he takes care of me. Pour me tea to stop others from persuading me. Later, when I saw that I had eaten all the potato chips, I went to a nearby supermarket and bought me potato chips and milk. At the end of the party, my cousin got drunk and was dragged to play cards by a group of people. He sent me downstairs and said to me, "Xiao Yi, your singing is very beautiful."

Later, I heard that he had returned to his hometown, so I haven't seen him for a long time. When my cousin went to Fujian, he asked his friends to look after my sister, so several friends would often come over and occasionally ask me out for dinner. I heard Nan calling my name downstairs that day. I knocked on the stairs and opened the door for him. I saw him smiling in the sun, holding my favorite potato chips and milk in his hand. After entering the door, he carefully found the packaging bag of instant noodles in the trash can and said in a reproachful tone, "Do you usually eat these antiseptic foods?" Be careful to eat yourself into a mummy. " Then I went to the vegetable market to buy my favorite tofu and fish, and cooked them in the kitchen. I looked at this man who was 180 cm tall, wore an apron and cooked by himself. I was inexplicably moved in my heart, but I didn't feel my heartbeat, because he was a man like my brother and loved my little sister so much.

He often came over during that time, and my stomach was well cared for, so I couldn't finish eating potato chips. My brother's friends soon saw the clue. Everyone knows that he likes me. I'm the only one who plays the fool and pretends not to know. I respect him as my brother. That day he told me that he might go to work in Shanghai and asked me if I wanted him to go. I'll answer him right away. Of course I hope. Why don't you go if you have a good job? Then, I saw his eyes dim in an instant.

He booked a ticket and left me some luggage. The night before he left, I heard him calling me downstairs in my hazy eyes. I opened the door and felt him depressed in the dark. He said he couldn't sleep and wanted to chat with me. I let him in. I play computer alone. He sat next to me, silent, nervous and embarrassed. He is a man who makes me feel very safe. For a long time, I looked up and it was already 1 in the morning. He saw the look on my face when I looked at the clock and said, it doesn't matter if you are sleepy. You go to sleep, I'll watch you.

I was afraid that he couldn't sleep and take the train, so I gave him his cot and went to a nearby Internet cafe to surf the Internet in the cold spring rain. When I came back in the morning, he had already left. I didn't mean to see him off. I saw his message on the note. He said that I was a pure girl in his mind. He wants to take good care of me all his life, but he is afraid of being rejected by me and dare not say it.

Later, he sent me a short message on the train, telling me that I must eat and I can't eat instant noodles any more, which made him very worried. I'm chewing the potato chips he gave me. I drank too much cold water and my stomach hurt badly. When I saw his message, my tears fell down.

The fragments of memory are still there, and the cold spring will always pass.

I still often go to Xinhua Bookstore to read books, where I can race against time and stay for a whole day. I am a child who grew up eating vegetables and tofu. My childhood was a vast blank of poverty and a narrow and shallow sorrow of knowledge, so I admit that my ignorance has continued until now, so I am so eager for the warmth of words.

The essence of life is not romance, but endless pursuit of interests, which is the struggle for existence of daily necessities. I want to catch all the warm things in the world, but I am doomed to become a bubble.

Spring will pass soon. I am still the woman who likes to write love stories without love. I'm still used to enjoying myself in my own space. I want to find the tidbits left by this spring in my memory. I want to use words to exhaust all my memories as a farewell ceremony, and then choose to forget.

At first, we met in the blink of an eye, looking forward to the fleeting time. We are still in the secular cycle, and all our troubles and troubles have been forgotten.

Even if you forget your good.