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Can you hear the sound of rain hitting the ground? I'm at Starbucks in front of Lippo Square. I ordered mocha and cheese pie. I miss you very much.

There is no sunshine in Melbourne

( 1)

"This city is full of vague ambiguity. We are tempted and tempted. "

At the beginning of the diary that day, she simply wrote those two sentences.

That's the diary of June 13. It was the 28th day that she knew him. The day she decided to date him.

At that time, she defined the emotional element between them as ambiguity. Because he never told him that he loved him, because he never confessed to himself. Since neither of them has revealed anything, and they have developed to the extent of lovers, they should be ambiguous.

She is very traditional. She always smiles at men she thinks have nothing to do with herself. She refused to be ambiguous.

But he seems to be an exception.

He is extremely kind to her, and the purpose contained in that kind of kindness is obvious: he will buy a newspaper to block her head in the hot street in midsummer, and then act as a fan for her in the shade. He will suddenly call her and tell her not to forget to wear sunscreen when she goes out on a sunny day tomorrow. He will suddenly knock on her door in the middle of the night when she is tired from work and give her a midnight snack in send warm.

His way is so familiar that almost everyone knows it.

It seems that many boys have fallen for her. She always remembers that in high school, a boy in her class had a crush on her. She always likes to call her at night and sing her euphemistic love songs. How many cold winter nights, she wrapped herself in a quilt, quietly holding the receiver and listening carefully, and that feeling slowly rose from the bottom of my heart. But when she opened her eyes the next morning, she knew that all she had last night was emotion, not love.

She knew that this time she would accept an ambiguity for him. She knows he's different. He deserves it.

She has never experienced any unforgettable love, and I don't know if he will bring it to her this time. When she first dated him, she didn't think so.

There is a kind of person who is indifferent by nature and is not interested in anything. She thinks she is such a person. It is smooth sailing to live in your twenties, academically and professionally. Such demanding feelings, I hope to get, are also happy.

She has always wanted to explore something rebellious from her own character. She remembers that when she was about seventeen or eighteen years old, her best friend always told her that she longed for a vigorous feeling, fell in love with someone, and realized the oath of life and death. Until the end, she tore her heart. At that time, she often asked herself if she longed for the same feelings. The answer was no, she just wanted peace. At a very young age, she seemed to vaguely understand that peace is the ultimate direction and destination of all events. If everything will be gone after a thousand years, no one will remember her charming face when she was deeply in love.

Her friend said that she would be the kind of girl who fell in love for the first time, met him, fell in love with him, and ended everything by marrying him. She felt that if God really arranged all this, she should be grateful. Isn't it an extravagant hope that others feel at home in the endless search in the vast sea of people?

But with him, she felt that there was no such possibility.

He fascinates her. She misses him all the time, his gentle and charming smile, the faint perfume on his shirt and his generous shoulders to rely on. But every time she thinks about it, she feels weak. She asked herself where he might be now. But there is no answer every time.

She thought she might have fallen in love with an illusory shadow, like Scarlett in Gone with the Wind. Dreaming about him many times and then suddenly waking up in the middle of the night, she will feel that he has never appeared in her life, he is just living in his own illusion. Every time she tried to dial the phone quickly to dispel her strange and terrible thoughts, but she dared not. She doesn't want to wake him up, although she knows that he likes to write some music or words at night, so she won't have the habit of going to bed early. But she is still worried that the number will suddenly become an empty number, and he will suddenly disappear from this endless night. She asked herself, what should I do at that time?

This feeling will always exist, but she will never tell anyone. During the day, she is a very normal woman, active in work, tacit understanding with colleagues, laughing and laughing. She never feels insincere, but every time she leaves the company, she feels relieved.

She felt more and more lonely. She thinks she needs friends, but she seems to have no friends. The concept of friends disappeared from her mind a long time ago. She clearly remembers that a few years ago, she was the bridesmaid of her best friend. The moment she walked out of the wedding hall, she told herself that her friend, who no longer belonged to her, had left with a man forever.

She is waiting for his call. She has been in such a state that she never calls him on her own initiative. She is afraid that she will affect his life and work. She sometimes thinks, since other girls can find ways to talk to or meet her boyfriend when they think of him casually, why not? But she asked herself, is he your boyfriend? Did he promise you anything? Did he say that he loves you?

He really never said that she had been waiting, and she listened carefully to everything he said. She is like a worker digging for treasure underground, and she won't miss any possibility. But he didn't say.

He said, I miss you very much. He said it was a lucky thing to meet you, and I think I should thank God. He said, if you are free tomorrow, let's have dinner together, and then take a bus to the suburbs to see the stars.

She listened to these words that made her crazy in love, and plucked up courage from the bottom of her heart to resist, but there was nothing she could do.

He always sends an invitation one day in advance and then cashes it the next day. He never promised her for more than a month, let alone a year or years. In his dictionary, there is no life, no eternity.

(2)

"It's not a big deal, I seem to be waiting for the last parting. I think it makes no difference whether I am alone or together, but I won't tell him. Just like me, I won't tell him that I love him so much. "

Of all the diaries, she only wrote these three sentences.

It was August 17, and they met for three months.

Still ambiguous, he still didn't give her any promises, and she felt that the balance of their feelings was gradually tilting. She only knows her feelings, and she gets deeper and deeper, but he can't receive any information from him.

She kept it from him all the time, and I don't know why she didn't want to tell him. Maybe she just doesn't want to add more instability to this already helpless feeling like duckweed.

The following February, she will fly to Melbourne to live and reunite with her parents. She knew that if he didn't want her to go, she would stay in this city for him, but she wasn't sure. She thought maybe he wouldn't stay. So she decided not to say anything.

She is still like that, standing quietly in front of him, smiling. She told herself that the day of leaving is still far away, and you can stay with him for a long time.

Her birthday was spent in his house in August this year. This is the first time she has been to his house.

They bought cakes, some cooked food and a raw sparerib. He said he would make her sweet and sour pork ribs, which is her favorite dish.

The food is ready, put on the bowls and chopsticks. He opened the refrigerator and found there was no drink in it. He said, wait a minute, I'll go to the convenience store on the corner to buy you a coke.

He took some money out of his shirt pocket and left.

She stood up and walked around his room. Go to the bed and sit down. Next to it are two rows of neatly stacked CDs with telephones on them. She glanced at her mobile phone and found something different. There is a small tape under the transparent plexiglass. She suddenly became interested, and people she knew seldom used answering machines. So she pressed the play button with her index finger.

His voice, weak and conventional, said, hello, I'm Teddy, and I'm not at home now. Please leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you as soon as possible.

She smiled, as if she had found an interesting toy when she was a child.

"Beep-",a long sound.

No one spoke, and the background sound was vague.

A woman's voice suddenly sounded gentle, but she still heard it clearly. The voice said, Teddy, can you hear the rain hitting the ground? I'm at Starbucks in front of Lippo Square. I ordered mocha and cheese pie. I miss you very much.

Another vague background sound, but she knew it was what the woman said on the phone, the sound of rain hitting the ground.

She pressed the end button and slowly walked back to the table and sat down.

He came back, happy as a child. She looked at him and admired that she could still face him so calmly. When the truth came out, she felt a sense of sureness. She doesn't know where this feeling comes from, and she feels very sad. Her love poured out, but his love could not be taken back.

On the second day of her birthday, after work, she went to Starbucks in front of Bao Li Square by bus. On rainy days, near dinner, not weekends, the coffee bar is sparsely populated.

She ordered mocha and cheese pie and came in with a tray. She looked around for a place where she could hear the rain. Finally stopped at the back door of the building leading to the shopping center.

She saw him sitting alone on the sofa with a cup of coffee on the table in front of him. I don't know what kind, so she can't say. There is a half-baked cheese pie on the edge of the plate.

He smiled at her, which made her unable to dodge at once.

She went over and sat down and asked him, why are you here?

He smiled and said, wherever I am, I am waiting for you.

She took a sip of coffee, and she was sure that he didn't come because he knew she had heard the recording. So why did he appear, like her, to feel something, to miss something, or to wait for something?

She can't find the answer, but she knows that the woman who left him a message is the woman who brought disaster to her love.

(4)

"Don't promise, because it's too gorgeous for me to be a luxury, and it's too heavy for him to be a burden.

Seeing the lights on the Bund in the crowd that night, he pulled me. I looked up, and through the dazzling light, I saw a flock of birds, parked in the bell tower of the customs. They turned around, bowed their heads, pecked a few times and called their friends to fly away.

I think maybe that's for the best. In his life, be a short-term migratory bird, stay there and then migrate. I know when autumn comes, the earth will remember how many dead leaves have fallen. But I don't know if he will remember me when I leave him for a long time ... "

When I wrote the diary of 10 14, she suddenly felt very sad. Tears fell on the diary, and the words just written were splashed and suddenly blurred.

Autumn came early this year, and after several intermittent autumn rains, the weather became cold.

She is most afraid of autumn. When the weather is cold, people will need warmth more, so they will feel more lonely.

They spend more and more time together. Basically, every day after work, he will pick her up from the company and go out for dinner or buy something to do at night.

I don't often go out to play. She thinks they are different from other men and women. They seem to be two forgotten people in the crowd, without friends, so they live alone.

The most common activities are shopping and going home to watch TV.

She still cares about the answering machine at home, so she always finds an opportunity to play the message again. No one left him a message to listen to the sound of rain hitting the ground.

Even so, she still thinks there is something between them. Maybe it is a heart, someone else's heart.

Once I watched VCD at his house, and he found it for her. The movie Red Rose and White Rose a few years ago. She has always liked Zhang Ailing, her writing, and the ambiguity in her writing.

At the end of the film, she asked him if men are all like this, both like bright and unrestrained red roses and pure and single-minded white roses.

He looked her in the eye and said that men like bright and unrestrained red roses, but they prefer pure and single-minded white roses.

She didn't answer the phone, she just thought, is that right? If so, why did the white rose in the play get a long-term cold reception from Zhen Xuan?

She knows that many questions have no answers, and many things no one can explain clearly. Many people may not love their other half the most in their lives, but they will respect each other in the same way. Is love like a meteor, the shorter the more beautiful it is, or is it beautiful because it is short?

(4)

"Today, I went to the travel agency to get my ticket back. Take off at 9: 50 pm, fly to Sydney for ten hours and ten minutes, and then you have to transfer to Melbourne. This is a long journey.

"I have already started packing, and I have packed my love feelings.

"separation, separation."

We spent a romantic Christmas, an exciting New Year's Day and a lively Spring Festival together. She opened her diary and found that she had not spoken to herself for a long time.

This day is February 17, and her ticket is for the 24th.

Still keeping his mouth shut about him. She didn't show any attachment and reluctance before leaving, at least he didn't notice anything.

Only one night, when two people were watching the highlights of Melbourne Open at his home, they suddenly mentioned this matter.

There is an introduction to the city scenery in front of the film. He looked at him carefully, and she lay in his arms and looked at him quietly.

He said Melbourne is a very good city.

At that time, the host said that most Australians are cheerful and enthusiastic because there is always plenty of sunshine there.

He patted her. You see, the sunshine there is really brilliant, as if it can cure all the sadness.

She asked him, do you like Melbourne?

He said, yes, it is one of the cities I yearn for very much.

She said simply, if I go there one day, will you come to see me?

He looked back at her, their eyes intertwined in the dim light. He didn't answer. Just ask her, will that day come?

She came to her senses and said with a smile, just kidding.

The day before I left was Saturday.

She had wonton for dinner, which was her favorite flavor of shepherd's purse and fresh meat.

After dinner, two people don't know where to go.

He said, why don't you go to the video store and buy a CD to watch?

It suddenly occurred to him that he hadn't emailed his parents to inform them of the flight name and arrival time. So she said, find an internet cafe to surf the internet, okay?

I found one. Very noisy. Most of them are students. Boys play online games and girls chat with chat software.

As soon as he sat down, he discussed with the boy next to him to play the game "Red Alert" online. After she sent the e-mail, she wandered around the internet and did nothing.

Watching him fight and kill with a group of children ten years younger than him on the computer, he was deeply involved. It suddenly occurred to her that someone had told her that only by looking at the man she liked would she feel more and more naive.

The fighting game lasted for several hours, where he shouted old age and time waits for no man. She thought maybe he was a fiasco, so she urged him to leave.

She asked him to take her home. Two people walked a long way.

She took his hand and said irrelevant things all the way. She is trying to maintain her emotions and doesn't want to let herself fall into the sadness of parting.

But it failed.

When I got to her house, I stood on tiptoe and kissed him, then said, remember to call me tomorrow and turn around and leave.

While waiting for the elevator, did she think she would allow him to disappear like this?

Before she could answer, she rushed to the door.

He just left, and she can still see his back.

She didn't think too much, just ran to him and hugged him from behind.

He turned to look at her. He saw her tears running down her face. He said, what happened?

She said, nothing, just a little scared. I don't know what will happen tomorrow. Will you still be by my side? With these words, she buried her face deeply in his chest. A little calmer, he took a deep breath and said, nothing, just a little sad today.

She smiled and slowly looked up at him.

She saw his eyes filled with tears.

It was the last moment. She let him go and turned away.

(5)

"When the plane descended, I saw the Sydney Opera House. I know, I have left my city and can't go back.

"This journey is very lonely and long. Outside the window is endless darkness, which is the depth of my favorite night. Like his eyes, there are secrets that cannot be penetrated.

"I finally left him. At that moment, I saw tears in his eyes. I have never been so sure that he loves me, even though he never told me. But it was also at that moment that I finally destroyed all my illusions about him and finally decided to leave forever. "

This diary was written by her in the terminal of a busy international airport on the way to connecting flight. When she finished writing, the staff at the boarding gate began to check in. She is about to fly to Melbourne.

On the seventh day of arrival in Melbourne, the weather suddenly turned bad. At three o'clock in the afternoon, a heavy rain poured down.

She walked down the street with an umbrella and suddenly remembered him at the corner in front of the post office.

She took out her mobile phone and called his home.

He is not at home, and the voice of greeting her is still weak and routine. Hello, I'm Teddy. I'm not at home now. Please leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you as soon as possible.

"Beep-",a long sound.

She crouched down and fixed her mobile phone near the ground.

She said to him, "Teddy, can you hear raindrops hitting the ground?" There is no sunshine in Melbourne this summer.

She hung up the phone, stood up and walked towards the endless rain curtain. ...