Ask Aries to dazzle the new concept of galaxies, and write the original essay "People make an appointment after dusk" (Yi Zhu) and "A relieving on rainy days".

It's three o'clock in the afternoon and I met him at the entrance of the station.

I saw him again two months later. He is taller and thinner, with a blue stubble on his pointed chin. He was wearing a pair of washed white nostalgic jeans, and the zipper of his sweater just pulled under his collarbone, like a butterfly with iron wings. He is still the same, with loose eyes and no focus. Occasionally inadvertently glanced around, the expression made people involuntarily think of the sunset, and the mood began to be infinitely low. Then his eyes passed me casually, and finally fixed on me again after five seconds.

In that short five seconds, he may see a transparent umbrella, because it is raining loudly outside. He may also see a stray dog soaked to the skin, or he may see clouds of smoke rising and then dispersing. But it doesn't matter. Nothing can change the fact that he looked at me again five seconds later. His smoky eyebrows puckered slightly, and his two thin lips opened and closed, as if to utter a few vague syllables. I don't know if that's my name, but I'm still very happy. Eye contact between two people means nothing. If you meet a man dressed strangely in the street, maybe you will make eye contact with him five or six times. But in our two exchanges, one of them was his memory. I like to go back to the scene when I was sixteen and secretly fell in love with someone for the first time, and I secretly opened a flower in my heart.

I have a place in his memory.

I sat awkwardly on the sofa and kept stirring this cup of blue mountain coffee with a spoon. Stir twice and add a spoonful of sugar. The sugar jar was dug half a nest.

"Is coffee bitter?" He took a sip gently and looked up and asked me.

"It seems that this is my first time to drink this kind of coffee." I added a spoonful of sugar to cover up my panic.

Then he didn't speak, and the music in the cafe flowed slowly. It was a flooded afternoon. I think the atmosphere is too embarrassing. He is quite calm. Maybe he has been very good at dealing with blind suitors like me. When I first met him two months ago, he was so carefree. No matter how noisy it is around, he seems to turn a deaf ear, just wearing headphones and playing CD. I was attracted by his powerful aura, and I don't deny it at all.

"Really ... Are you busy at work recently?"

"well. I'm busy, "he smiled at me, revealing clean tiger teeth." What about you? Are you nervous about studying? "

I don't know when he became very good at talking to people and even took the initiative to care about my recent situation. In my impression, he seems to be the meanest in language. I stood under the DJ and wished him a happy new year. He just nodded politely in response. The service attitude is completely thoughtless, which makes me extremely depressed. When I first met him, he was so dull, a little silly, a little dull, but in the face of this chaotic world, his appearance like a baby made me very happy. I still love him more. I don't want him to become talkative.

"Well ... senior three ... anyway, it's still a little ..." I suddenly felt a little hungry. I took a sip of coffee and tried to calm myself down, leaving a circle of apricot stains on the rim of the cup.

He looked at me and smiled, then pointed to his mouth with his finger: "Here ..."

I'm unknown so.

He handed another piece of paper: "foam, wipe it."

I took it shyly, and he withdrew his hand without saying a word. From my present position, I can observe him more carefully and safely. He dyed brown hair, which should be very soft, with a faint mole between his eyebrows. He wears a silver necklace around his neck, which is very thin and blends in with his pale skin. If you don't look carefully, you can almost ignore it. His nails were clean and his knuckles were big. He knocked on the table. The rhythm is fast and slow, and my heart contracts and expands incongruously.

"I sent you a short message when I was at home."

"oh? What? " He turned to the pedestrians outside the window and looked at me.

"I tell you, I was on the Bund at that time, and the sky hanging overhead was gloomy, with the sun on one side and dark clouds on the other." I started holding the cup again and took a sip of coffee, which was still too bitter. I keep adding sugar.

"Really, what about the scenery?"

"Not bad." It turned out that he really received the text message and deliberately didn't reply to me.

He may have realized that the atmosphere was a little frozen and coughed unnaturally: "Are you hungry?"

Before I could speak, he called the waiter and ordered two chef salads, which Takeshi Kaneshiro ate in Chongqing Forest. He always does this, sending me messages on his own initiative, and then not returning my messages on his own initiative. Now he takes the liberty of ordering food for me, as if I were a remote-controlled car, and he can treat me as he pleases. As for me, there is nothing I can do. If you love someone, you will certainly understand this feeling. Sometimes he cheered, sometimes he was unhappy, and again and again he wondered if he had made another mistake, which annoyed him and made him completely out of control.

Later, the chef's salad came and was placed on two yellow and blue plates. A lot of salad dressing was poured, and vegetables and shrimps were covered with a thick layer. I cried when I took the first bite. It is strange that if I eat something too sour, I will cry, which is completely out of my control. He likes it very much. The salad dressing is almost empty. Then he looked up at me. At that moment, I suddenly remembered a lyric written by Lin: "You only met me, a sunny lightning in May." My tears came out again and I felt very useless.

"What's the matter with you?"

"... the salad dressing is too sour. "

He nodded incredulously and went on eating. I know that a person who enjoys food has no time to care about other people's tears. I poured more salad dressing on the plate and handed it to him. The whole food was completely ruined, like a strawberry-colored feces: "Here, I don't like this."

He took the plate rudely. It is four o'clock in the afternoon.

"You like salad dressing, right? You are allergic to red wine; The name of your girlfriend in your mobile phone is your wife; You only wear light jeans; You are used to knocking on the table with your hands when you are embarrassed; You are the most polite to strangers; Your favorite singer is Eminem; What else ... er ... The only record you have is luc besson's Black Boy Not Too Cold. I stared at him with my fingers crossed on the table. He still ate the salad, with no intention of stopping, and refused to lift his head.

I was bored watching the rain outside the cupboard window, and I planned to wait for him to finish his salad. I don't know why I'm not nervous now. I think I have reached the critical point of fearlessness. I took out my mobile phone from my bag and deleted his photo in one breath. I didn't drink, but I felt drunk and limp. Like a deflated ball, it struggled in the air for a few seconds when it was discouraged, and finally landed with a flat body. I began to appreciate his eating again. He is gentle and agile. I will feel like looking at a giraffe with a long white neck, the man I love.

"I broke up with my girlfriend." He finally raised his head and narrowed his eyes into two slits. I can't see his eyes.

"Oh, that's great." It's strange that I didn't feel excited when I said this, just like telling an irrelevant story. I'm not me anymore.

"But I still hope we can be friends."

"What friend?"

"Ordinary friends."

"Are you singing? Is coffee bitter? "

"I am used to this taste, bitter with sweet."

"How did you feel when you first drank it?"

"I forgot." He made a sleepy expression.

Damn it, I muttered to myself. My memory is not very good either. What did he wear when we first met? Black coat? Hood? Or something, I really don't remember. I was only in grade one that night. He had an intoxicating look and caught me easily. Sitting opposite him at the moment, he turned out to be an ordinary little man, with a nose, two eyes and a mouth, only to look better together.

I picked up the coffee and the taste seemed to match: "Why did you break up?"

He seemed to hear an incredible thing. He stared at the vase on the table for a few seconds and said nothing. A little girl knocked on our window and pointed to the rose in her hand. I waved to her. We are just friends.

"Some things are like this," he said suddenly. "Do you want a refill?"

"No, thanks," I added with a smile. "One drink is enough."

I leaned back and exhaled. The man sitting on the table behind him has left before us. We seem to have nothing to say, but we don't want to leave early. A long time ago, I read a book called "Gathering and Parting Two Iraqi Ones". I think the name is quite similar to our present situation. Although we didn't greet each other cordially, there was a magnetic field between two people in this short distance, just in the air. Everyone quietly sends radio waves in their hearts, "beep beep beep", a pantomime.

"Do you smoke?"

"I didn't smoke before," I spread my hands, "but now I'm willing to try."

He held a cigarette between his forefinger and middle finger and shook it at me: "Forget it, cigarettes taste worse than coffee." Then he started to light a cigarette, and I have been sitting quietly watching him take a sip of it, unwilling to wake up his isolated sadness. He smoked one and then lit the next one. Tobacco is like the fuse of firecrackers, which burns to the end, leaving an orange-red flower on his lips.

I really don't understand what we mean by this confrontation.

"Why didn't you reply to my message that time?" I clenched my fingers quietly.

"What can I do when I go back?"

"At least, I will feel at ease."

"Then it's my turn to worry."

"One night, I waited until six o'clock in the morning and finally fell asleep."

"... don't do that. "

"Oh, ok."

"I said to be friends." He closed his eyes, and I can imagine the psychedelic colors under his thin eyelids at the moment. The strongest color must be the blood of the sunset.

"But I am Aries, impulsive and stubborn, and I won't look back when I decide."

"So you are an Aries, fickle, eager for excitement, fond of the new and tired of the old," and finally added two words, "That was close."

I'm speechless. Does he know Aries that well?

"Do you also believe in constellations?"

"No, I trust my intuition."

Oh, I see. "Oh-"I took out a notebook from my handbag, which recorded my uneasy soul after I met him for two months. At first, I plan to tell it to a tree hole, or find a bunker to bury my notes every day. I was going to burn it seven days ago, but according to my original motive, it is still intact. I can't tell whether it is stronger or I am stronger.

"This is for you."

"What?"

"Something about you."

"I don't want it." He blew wildly at the broken hair on his forehead.

"Why?"

"Why not?"

"Then I'll read it to you here."

This time he took the book quickly.

"Do you know that I have been waiting for death all this time?"

"Wait-die?"

"Is the day of waiting, dare not cross the line. The book says I call this' waiting for death mode'. There is another crossing mode he advocates, I dare not. "

"Books love nonsense."

"Ha, I think it makes sense, that's all."

"Alas, you are poisoned, have some coffee," he smiled inexplicably and continued to pour coffee into my mug. "No pains, fight poison with poison. Do you like Yili bitter coffee? "

"I like nine coffees."

Chen Qizhen? '

"Do you listen to this rock style?"

I don't know why the topic suddenly changed. Rain is still pouring out of the glass window, revealing the wet sky. We talked about music and movies for a while. He said Hitchcock and I said Kubrick. We argued about Cristiano Ronaldo and discussed Obama. Our sexual brilliance gradually changed from a faint firefly at the beginning to a wet light, gradually getting brighter and brighter, and then I smiled regardless of the image.

"Is coffee bitter?" It's five o'clock in the afternoon, and he repeated his opening remarks two hours ago.

I thought we were in a state of nothing to say again, but this time my point of view changed.

"Like a person, are you bitter?"

I think the air around us at the moment is faint and smells like mints. I felt the same way lying in the swimming pool one summer, but what surrounded me at that time was the sweetness of watermelon and the smell of disinfectant in the swimming pool. I put my head in the water, and all the cicadas began to leave the scene and fade out of this summer's role. I spit bubbles at the water and looked at the white tiles on my feet with my eyes open. At that time, I had a sense of detachment and lightness, just like now

"Have you seen Chongqing Forest?"

"Well, I have."

"I listen to rock and roll every time I miss you."

"Because it is noisy, don't you have to think about a lot of things when you are noisy?"

"But your career is related to rock and roll, and I just want to escape from Skynet and fall into a dungeon," I shrugged at him. "I can't escape at all."

He kept silent and stared at the rain. The weather forecast said it would rain for three days and nights. Think of a song by Sodagreen-"A City Trapped by Rain"-a coffee house trapped by rain. Besides, two people.

Now, I want to mention a thing of the past. I had a drink with him in that nightclub called the Bund two months ago. At that time, he had just finished playing a comeroc, took off his headphones and squatted down to have a rest. I picked up two glasses of wine. In fact, his cup is black tea. I wonder if he drank it. Then I went to him with great interest and walked very fast, for fear of going home halfway again. Finally, I found him. I approached his ear and said, "Don't come to me, only I will come to you." He said, "We can be friends." You must think this is a boring thing, but not for me. Because I suddenly remembered his original intention, which has not changed at that time and now. This means that there are a few more real details in the book "Youth Absurdity" that I will dedicate to myself in the future. What does this prove? My head was dizzy, so I held up my coffee for him again.

"You are very good. Coffee is very good. "

"Good what? You should go home. "

"The rain hasn't stopped."

"It can't stop, but we still have to go," he gulped down the remaining coffee in the cup. "In fact, there is nothing wrong with rainy days."

"Next time, if I text you again, will you reply?"

"Will you feel at ease when you receive a reply?"

"I ..." I can't say anything. The hazy film between two people has been easily punctured now, maybe it's just me.

"I ... it doesn't matter."

"Then don't ask me." He stood up, and the zipper at the clavicle end shook.

"What are you going to do with this book?"

"In memory, isn't this what you want?"

"Hehe." I smiled.

Out of the coffee shop, the outside world was still noisy, so I turned to let him go first. He nodded goodbye without hesitation and rushed into the rain curtain without looking back. I just want to see more of his back. I want to remind him that his jeans and canvas shoes are covered with mud. However, he has gone far away and should not hear. Only the sound of cloth shoes "snapping" in the accumulated water is empty and dull. I gasped and watched it fade away, just like the love that was strangled in the cradle before it started. I said goodbye, goodbye, let's never meet again. Shake your hands sadly in the air like a madman.

The big pendulum clock across the street slowly points to six o'clock, and finally "Knock ……" rings.

Jiangnan Lantern Festival, the noisy flower market, the better sleep.

Lanterns illuminate the whole Suzhou ancient road as scheduled every year, and thick alum still blooms tirelessly. Cars are like running water, people are like spring tides, fire trees and silver flowers are combined, and star bridges are locked.

Warm alleys and quietly flowing waterways crisscross, and stone arch bridges stand obliquely on the clear water, either elegant or exquisite. According to the flying flower prints on the water carving columns, they can be identified as mandarin ducks chasing each other between lotus flowers. The couplets engraved on the vermilion gate are covered with a layer of faint floating gold, hollowed-out doors and windows, and bright red candles. The light that enters the night through the thin enough paper is absorbed by the water vapor several meters away. Painting a building across the water is far from a gentle and charming song echoing on the winding river. It is as ethereal as fog on the water and as drunk as unpredictable but refreshing warm wine.

The boat moored on the shore is hidden in the moonlight, and the running water with rouge blows from the bow to the stern and winds away. The ancient dark lacquer wood is splashed by the waves wrinkled by the breeze from time to time, and the fireworks glow slightly under the red light. Zhoushan teenagers are dressed in plain white gowns with blue and white ribbons around their waists. Calm among fans, like a flower flame blooming in the seven branches of the city, atmospheric and noble.

Getting off the boat and changing steps, the noisy crowd made the teenager unable to adapt for a while. He stepped on the bumpy green flag and didn't know where to go, so he had to be pushed deep into the crowd. Not far away, it seems that the swaying Sanskrit sounds flow overhead, and the deep and heavy hammer chisel also shakes the new rattan climbing the wall. Fireworks bloom in the night, just like a few red lotus embroidered on a black gown, dotted in the most suitable position.

The crowd is noisy, the fish and dragons are dancing, the architectural reflection painted on the shore is in the sparkling water waves, and the halo is rippling against the silver flowers of the shore. The sound of the piano in the building is as gentle as the sunny sunshine in March. The sound line that broke free from the strings and flew out of the painting building wrapped around the painting building and tried their best to rush into the crowded crowd.

Young people follow the songs floating in the same place and identify every note. The cool yarn of January evening breeze caressed the young man's white and handsome cheek. The elegant ink and wash on the fan on the chest complement each other. The beaded crown on his waist and exquisite Yu Pei can easily make people recognize him as an unruly and bohemian prince in a noble mansion.

Walking through the flower market lantern festival, or the exquisite little jasper, or the elegant and graceful lady, the hair between moths and snow willows flutters in the gentle breeze, with a thin face and deep eyebrows. The rouge powder in laughter is like a sunset glow in the light. The bronze bell hanging in front of the curtain swayed from time to time in the bustling BMW crowd in Zaixi, and the ringing bell was instantly drowned by the noise of the street. Old women with crutches, children with lanterns, and crowds surging in the sea of lights seem to have forgotten time and identity, and * * * is intoxicated in this bustling world.

Teenagers pushed their way through the crowd, crossed the stone bridge and stopped in front of the gorgeous nightclub. Is this the place where gentle and intoxicating music flows out? The teenager thought, followed the sultry melody and stepped into the dusty fragrant building.

"Childe inside, please! Girls, we have guests. " The voice of the procuress is so abrupt and artificial in all kinds of laughter and teasing.

The teenagers left, closed their fans and stopped the oncoming beautiful women. The frown reveals disgust at these thick powders.

"Son, what is this?" The boy ignored it and looked down at the wing of the west building. There is an indescribable sadness in the moving music, which flows through the thin enough paper like running water and pours into the hearts of teenagers, and is as drunk as warm wine.

The procuress turned and looked down at her spotless son's eyes, with a contemptuous smile on her lips. "The girl in the heart is not selling herself!" The women also giggled out loud.

"Heart, heart." The teenager whispered that it cost a lot of money, leaving the stunned procuress and the woman to step upstairs alone.

Pink ribbons are hung between antique balconies, the gossamer gossamer that rises slowly in tulle curtains generally disappears behind high-magnification color screens, and the tapestries of mandarin ducks and erotic pictures are filled with incense and soft words. The breath of the night is swallowed up by the noise of the whole body, and the increasingly clear music in the ear pulls the teenager's heart into fifty colored strings, full of long-lasting love and affection.

I followed the sound, picked up the color painting screen, got off the crystal curtain, surrounded by tassels covered with fine silver beads, and looked at the graceful beauty with fine eyes. The appropriate dark color between the eyebrows is comparable to that of the day lily, the white skin is like a jade jade deposited under still water, the black hair is raised high, and the plum blossom white jade hairpin is obliquely inserted, which is casual but decent. Pupils soaked in water reflect the red candle burning leisurely in front of them. The red brocade dress seems to have killed the burning pomegranate flowers, and the double-shaped clouds embroidered on the skirt are simple but fresh and elegant.

The teenager stood on one side of the screen, accompanied by the sound of the flute. "Nothing is disunited, fireworks can't be cut." The woman's slender fingers suddenly stopped on the string with the highest voice and turned around. Young and handsome cheeks are like lotus flowers blooming in the fragrant fog in summer, gentle and sincere. The teenager stared at himself with a smile. The smile between his lips and teeth seemed to be immersed in the deep feeling like running water, and spread comfortably like the sunshine in March. In a trance, he felt that he had met before he died, and he was thinking about it, which was difficult to understand. The beauty feels dizzy, and her cheeks are brighter than her eyebrows. With a shallow smile, faint dimples bloom on both cheeks like plum blossoms.

The melody is still flowing like warm wine, and the flower market has faded.

"Tomorrow morning, Yang Liuan, Hetou, can we make an appointment?" Women's eyes are full of tears and they speak softly.

Just because I paid attention to the shallow and sad music in the crowd, just because I couldn't help saying a few words in the depths, it was love at first sight.

The moon shadow is suspicious of running water, and the spring breeze contains night eyebrows. There is a gap in the curtain of the boat, and the beauty is half exposed to plum makeup, and the green water is low. The waiting teenager was softened by this stunner, and the smile in the corner of his eye rippled in the spring water.

Sitting on the boat in Wu Peng, the beauty filled a cup of "Biluochun" for the teenager with mottled blue and white porcelain.

"Why did Heart Girl fall into this dusty place?" The boy tried to ask.

In front of the beauty, she looked at the misty balcony in the distance, and her temples seemed to be stained with indelible sadness: "I lost my family since I was a child, and I was alone. My mother adopted me. " Between words, the teenager read out the thoughts that were hard to say in the woman's heart.

The teenager stopped talking, and the swaying Wu Peng boat leaned against the blue paddle on the Jiangnan waterway. The dense water vapor permeates the blue tiles of the Dai wall on both sides of the strait, and the pear blossoms are falling and fragrant, and the pear blossoms are heartbroken. The petals of a beautiful woman rise and fall, and the sadness between looking up and looking back is like the sunset glow ending in a hurry in the distance.

The next day at the nightclub, the teenager threw the pimp 22 thousand gold: "I redeemed my heart." The calm tone surprised all the dignitaries present. What is the origin of this teenager, spending a lot of money on prostitutes? Another infatuation

In the west, Wu Jinzheng fell and was brightly lit. Falling flowers drift with the tide, but the comfortable moonlight is more gentle and moving.

The teenager whispered in the beauty's ear, "How about I take the white stone?" Hold hands and never give up. "

The beauty smiled, smiling like a flower, her face flushed and dizzy, and blossomed.

Teenagers and beautiful women are finally intoxicated in this charming water town. The teenager twisted the peach petals floating on the water and gently stroked the rouge on the beauty's forehead. The beautiful woman leaned against the building and played an ancient Jiangnan song, which was still as wonderful as the first time. Every stroke, every painting, every faint smile mark or gentle kiss xiu of a beautiful woman is engraved on the newly-built youth. Looking back, smiling like a plum blossom in March.

In the late spring of the following year, plum blossoms withered and butterflies fluttered.

Hu people's soldiers shattered the quiet rivers and mountains in the Central Plains. When the news reached the children's ears, Huang Meiyu arrived as scheduled and floated carefully.

Under the willow tree by the river, the beautiful woman filled a glass of osmanthus wine, and the worries and worries in her eyes seemed to melt the pride of young people in saving the country and protecting the family. However, the persistent young people only left a proud and determined figure in Jiangnan.

"Don't forget that sentence, hold hands and never leave."

"After repelling the invading enemy, under the lights next year, when I come back from the army, I will marry you with a colorful sedan chair at dusk."

The fragrance of rain curled into the bead curtain, and the shadow was as clear as a dream. At first, the breeze wrinkled the blue waves in the pond. The prince's personal expedition inspired the whole country, and the front-line news spread frequently. The arrogance of the conference semifinals was finally drowned by the spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River the following year.

The willow flowers on the shore have been in full bloom for a season, the pink fire on a tree is dying in the wind, and the misty rain and fog have washed the brocade all over the tree red. But the teenager waiting for the beauty never appeared.

"Join hands and never give up. Have you forgotten? Flowers bloom and fall, grow old together. Have you forgotten, too? " The teenager promised that when he came home next year, he would touch the rouge powder between his eyebrows for the beauty and lift the red veil embroidered with Yuanyang for the beauty.

It's still a gold foil hairpin or a dragonfly wing, and it's another year. Unfortunately, it's not the unruly son who walks into the marriage hall holding the hand of a beautiful woman.

Wedding candle, grow old together. Shake the red candle, and the splendid mandarin duck pricks the pillow. When playing that familiar song, I vaguely remember the sentence of Whitehead.

"Dai Wa Yuehua, kitchen incense hidden wine marks.

Make-up and play the piano, tears fade pink.

Teenagers, beautiful women. It's hard to remember people dating dusk. "

It's just that the beauty will never know that the boy who promised to marry himself in those days is now the king of Kokuryudo, and the prince who came back personally has boarded the chair with dragons. The heavy state affairs overwhelmed the amorous king. When he remembered that there was another woman waiting for him in Jiangnan, it was already January after many years.

"Remember? On the evening of the Yuan Dynasty, hand in hand, never leave. "

It's another noisy flower market. There is a faint song in the distance, and it's still a noisy crowd. The teenager's brow is a little more calm and vicissitudes, and it's drizzling secretly: "It should be me holding your hand into the marriage hall!"

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.

On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. See last year, tears Man Chun shirt sleeve.