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Goodbye, Lan Chenghai

Chapter 1 (1)

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October 15, 2008. The weather is sunny.

I write in the lower left corner of the drawing paper. Sitting on the K807 train. The train is passing through a golden rice field. The ears of rice are undulating in the wind, and the train is filled with a faint fragrance of rice. The abundant tropical sunshine penetrates all-pervasively and floods the air, rendering the endless rice fields and the empty and lonely sky like an oil painting. With the clicking sound of the rails, the rice fields receded one by one and disappeared.

The Leizhou Peninsula, the land I love so much, and the deep blue ocean are disappearing at the same time.

Jimei’s smile appeared in my mind again.

"Hey, Lan Chenghai, please remember me!"

This was the last thing Ji Mei said to me before she died. We were seventeen years old that year and still young. I always remember her smile. So real, as if it were right in front of me.

That morning, we said goodbye at the beach. She was about to leave. She was wearing a white dress and a women's knitted hat, holding a small travel bag and standing in the semi-wet sand.

She watched me go away and suddenly called me.

"Hey, Lan Chenghai, please remember me!"

I remembered her smile the moment I turned around. He looked at me intently and waved frequently. The smile is clear and bright, like a faint vision that is about to disappear.

Jimei is my lover. I don't know if it's appropriate to call it that. In fact, Jimei is not my lover. And after she died, I regarded her as my lover. And truly fell in love with her. And has Jimei ever loved me? I don't know.

As for why this is the result, I am afraid it cannot be explained clearly in a few words.

In short, I entered college with longing for my dead lover, if I can call it a lover, it is better to call it a lover, to welcome my nineteen, twenty, twenty-one years old, and the numbers that are about to pass quickly. Years old...