s.mile: Do you think she recognized you?

So years: I don't know.

s.mile: Don't know?

Russ Nianhua: I didn’t dare to look at her, and she didn’t seem to have any expression.

s.mile: What do you want others to say? Do you want others to say, handsome guy, did the slap hurt last night?

Russ Nianhua: Later, when you walked into the ancient city, she looked back and smiled at me.

s.mile:?

Russ Nianhua: I think she recognized me.

s.mile: Can't you be self-indulgent, right?

As in this age, I would rather be self-indulgent.

s.mile: Come again, I know you are great.

Russ Nianhua: I never thought of greatness, I just hope that she can find beautiful love and people she loves.

s.mile: You really don't want to contact her?

As old as this: no.

(Fu Sinian replied firmly that if you cannot give others happiness, you would rather suffer. No matter how beautiful love is, it will turn into a tragedy of love.)

s.mile: New Year's Day is coming soon?

(Xiao Ran said this, but she never said anything again.)

New Year's Day is coming, and Fu Sinian booked the train ticket early and the room. This time he planned to stay in Phoenix for two nights to have a good look at the tranquility of Phoenix, the passion of Tuojiang River, and the loneliness of the long alleys.

Of course, there is also home-brewed glutinous rice wine.

After a train overnight, taking the bus for a short while, the phoenix is ​​right in front of you.

The hotel was the hotel where Yangyang stayed last time. The room was the room where Yangyang stayed last time. The bed next to the riverside was like other beds, covered with snow-white quilt covers and pillows. It seemed that a faint fragrance of lilacs came from, and Fu Sinian's heart began to tremble.

After lunch, Fu Sinian and his wife and children went to see the ancient city, familiar streets and attractions, and Fu Sinian slowly looked at it. This time, he did not buy tickets for the ancient city, nor did he go to see the extra party. He just wanted to find the memory of his heart.

Memory is by the Tuojiang River.

Come out of the ancient city, pass through Hongqiao, return to the square, and then go down from the square to the Tuojiang River, and walk slowly along the Tuojiang River.

A private boat owner came over and said he could raft the Tuojiang River. Fu Sinian asked, but without bargaining, he got on the boat.

Starting from the pier, I kept heading towards Hongqiao, crossed Hongqiao, turned a corner, and after a while, I turned back and got off the boat at the dock where I last got off.

It was almost dusk, and the snack stalls in the square were already popular, and the lively bars were also starting to move.

With a plate of fried rice and two cups of glutinous rice wine, Fu Sinian was already drunk.

The phoenix on New Year's Day is even more lively, and there are people around the Tuojiang River.

The wife asked, “Is this a small town that has been waiting for a thousand years?”

"If I hadn't come with you, I wouldn't have come," the wife muttered.

Fu Sinian knew that she was a little disappointed and smiled. This is the distance between dreams and reality.

How long is the distance between dreams and reality?

Fu Sinian loves to dream and loves to make up stories that cannot be realistic.

This time, before he could meet under the cherry blossom tree, he fantasized about the lonely and long alley, dancing gracefully again, under the willow tree and on the bluestone slab, affectionate and melancholy.

This is the distance between dreams and reality.

Fu Sinian stood on the edge of the bluestone slab, the willow trees were still graceful, the boat was still pondering, the river water was still gurgling, the street lights were like goose yellow, and the long alley was still so quiet, but the light and flying shadow was gone.

"Yangyang, I'm waiting for you, do you know?" Fu Sinian murmured.

Go up and caress the willow tree; bend down and hold the river water.

The bluestone slab is still crisp, and a heartbreaking sound hits the chest with a slightly high heeled shoe walking through the long alley.

Fu Sinian discovered that tears had overflowed, but no one knew.

His wife had accompanied the child back to the hotel, and Fu Sinian came to this lonely alley alone.

That year, that month, that day, then, there was a dancer dancing lightly, and today, there was only a lonely spectator left.

Wuhan, sunny, 5-10 degrees.

The weather in which Fu Sinian arrived in Wuhan on Baidu on his mobile phone.

Yangyang, there should be a happy New Year's Day, and I should be happy for her.

Fu Sinian smiled, and Yang Yang wearing a red seedling suit appeared in front of him again.

The silver phoenix crown, the red seedling clothes, the white iPhone, the melodious "Moonlight in the Lotus Pond", dances gracefully.

Fu Sinian was immersed in fantasy and fantasy.

I don't know how long it took, and gusts of cold wind blew, and Fu Sinian woke up from a sneeze. He subconsciously wrapped his coat tightly.

Everyone says that when you sneeze, someone is thinking of you. Who will the person who misses me? Fu Sin thought in a daze.

Yangyang? She probably fell asleep.

There was another person who was thinking of him in a hotel in Tuojiang not far away. She probably fell asleep, right? Fu Sinian couldn't help but shivered again when he thought of his wife.

Should I forget someone? The empty alley in front of me, the memory of the last time was a dream. Should I be awake? Fu Sinian thought, and suddenly remembered that there was a bar called Mengpo Soup by the Tuo River.

Is that Meng Po standing by Naihe Bridge?

Fu Sinian stumbled into the bar.

The bar is almost closed, and there are only a few night cats in desert.

Fu Sinian didn't even look at it, so he walked straight to the service desk and sat on a stool.

There was a pretty girl at the table, holding a rag to clean up the tabletop.

"Is there any Mengpo soup?" Fu Sinian asked in a daze.

The girl probably was a little dizzy, she was stunned for a moment, and her reaction was clever, and she said to Fu Sinian, "I'm not Meng Po."

Fu Sinian smiled.

The girl also smiled and said, "There is no Mengpo soup, but there is a wine of Forgetful Love."

The wine was served, and there were two red petals floating on it, bright red blood.

Fu Sinian took a sip, spicy, sweet, astringent, bitter?

"This is the wine made by Manjusahua," the girl said softly.

"Manzhushahua?" The flower on the other side is said to be made of Mengpo soup in water. Fu Sinian thought this girl was a bit cute, so she raised her head and poured it all over.

"Come again." Fu Sinian shouted.

The girl brought the wine again and looked at Fu Sinian quietly.

"I forgot love and can't forget the past. This glass of wine is not as good as Meng Po's tears." Just as Fu Sinian poured out four glasses of wine, the girl stared at the empty cup in Fu Sinian's hand and said softly.

The flowers on the other side, the water of Forgetful Rivers, Meng Po’s tears, boil a bowl of Meng Po’s soup, and after drinking it, you forget the past.

Fu Sinian finally couldn't drink it, and under the girl's dazed gaze, he helped out of the bar.

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The wind has risen, my body is getting colder, but my memory is getting clearer.

Yangyang, is it you? Fu Sinian finally couldn't support him and lay down on the ground.

"Sinian," Fu Sinian seemed to hear a call, and there was a pure and beautiful smile in front of him.

Wake up and had a split headache. Fu Sinian patted his forehead with his hand, opened his eyes, and was in the hotel.

"Sinian, are you awake?"

Fu Sinian nodded, sat up, took his cell phone, it was past seven o'clock.

"You were drunk last night, and the girl in the bar called me on your cell phone."
Chapter completed!