The youth you once accompanied me through

It was still a year when communication was underdeveloped. After we separated, we only sent books on paper. Every evening before the week, I always wrote to you in the narrow rental room after work, sometimes the hazy day turned dark. I didn’t suddenly raise my head until I couldn’t see the words I had written. It turned out that the city had already been lit by thousands of lights. At that time, I was still working in a noodle restaurant. I got up very early every day. It was about 3 o’clock in the morning, so I had to be woken up by the alarm clock and ride a shabby bicycle, I have to ride five kilometers to the noodle shop near the railway station where I work. Most of the time, there are more than XINGX in the sky. I opened the door and took my bike. I always like to look at the Sky first. Those flashing lights are like elves talking to me, I enjoyed the peace. In the rare full moon, I usually push the car and walk while Bathing in Moonlight. The road in the suburbs is still the kind of path with sand and stones, walking on it, I could hear the rustling sound of my steps rubbing against the road. The Shadow dragged a long time behind me. When I was lonely, I often turned around gently, to the shadow who has been accompanying me, thank you! Sometimes it rains and I wear a raincoat. Cities in the South always like continuous drizzle, and it is a whole day or a whole night. When raindrops begin to fall at night, I was looking forward to the trip in the early morning of the next day. I like the sound of rain falling on my poncho, like the gentle women’s footsteps, walking slowly in the green rock gangway of Jiangnan, it is also like someone’s tone, gentle and ambiguous. Therefore, I thought of you in the distance. My mind was full of your shadow in the pedal driving. I wanted to see you during the Spring Festival or holiday, which was my greatest wish. There is a post office on the opposite side of the road in our noodle shop. There are two post boxes in front of the door. One is written with common mail, and the other is written with commercial mail. I spent two cents to buy a stamp, the workers sealed the letter for floor vision, and then carefully put it into the ordinary Mail post box. When I threw it in, I saw your expression of opening the envelope and spreading the letter paper, I can seem to feel your warmth in the cold winter of snowflakes flying I am. Every week, I will send you a letter repeatedly. It is my thoughts lying on the bed the night before. Just like I really talked to you, I can see your smile, I can feel your tenderness and love for you. I really don’t know. I don’t ask you to reply to me. I just want to talk blindly, Miss blindly, don’t want you to know, don’t want you to suffer, don’t want you to know how much I love, maybe you have never received those letters, maybe you have never seen the sweet words I wrote to you, but it doesn’t matter, dear, you accompanied me through an unforgettable rough youth in this life, this is enough. Because, those are a letter without an address. I just thought they were falling on the way to send you, just like the snowflakes flying that year. You stood in the vast world and ignored my concern, then the cold sky flew all over my face. I knew that winter was very cold. I thought I would never hide in winter as a shrinking loser. I would go to the south of the Yangtze River in spring all the year round and stay away from now on, from then on, I will no longer listen to your angry words. But can I forget? On the day I left, I stood on the ferry which was gradually far away, and I never saw the shadow of your farewell. At that time, I didn’t have much sadness. I thought my youth was still very long, maybe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow we will make up again. However, later I forgot the address of the city where you were located, and rented the house again. Maybe you moved away the next day. I think I still lost you, in my confused tail of youth. QQ691037072

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