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Lian Ziyin and Fu Tongnian grew up in the same college. In their year, the Fu family moved to the south of the Yangtze River. Not long after that, the Lian family went to Guangdong to seek a living.

In that era when communication was backward, the two families still had contacts in the first few years, but after changing their addresses several times, they gradually lost contact.

Some time ago, Fu Tongnian came to visit his daughter, and Song Shu asked her to stay with him for a few days.

Song Shu has always planned to keep a cat, but because he didn't have time to look for it, Fu Tongnian was free, and during this time he went to the pet street to help her choose a suitable kitten.

Two days ago, Fu Tongnian walked into a store. There was no one there, and the owner was entertaining a customer.

"Do you like this short hair?"

The kitten rubbed against the palm of the guest affectionately, not timid at all.

"She's too young." Lian Ziyin withdrew her hand and politely refused: "I'll come and see after a while."

"Can you show me?" Fu Tongnian came around from behind her, bent slightly, reached out to the kitten, and stroked her furry head.

Lian Ziyin looked at her, the halo on her side face that was more elegant due to the precipitation of years, Lian Ziyin's breathing quickened, she stepped forward gently, just like when she was a child, tugged at the corner of her clothes, her voice trembling Terribly: "Tong Nian...is that you?"

Fu Tongnian turned his head, the surprise and surprise in his eyes were like burning flowers on a green hill, quickly and grandly: "Ziyin, long time no see."

After going around and going around for half their lives, they waited for the day to meet again.

Lianzijun invited her to a nearby tea restaurant for afternoon tea. During the meeting, they chatted about each other's absence over the years, and finally mentioned their children inevitably.

"Xu Shu applied to teach Chinese in a high school here, and I came here to see her."

Lianzijun answered the question naturally: "My second daughter is in high school, where does she teach? Could it be the same high school?"

She knew the probability was extremely low, so she still looked forward to it.

Fu Tongnian hadn't heard Song Shu mention which high school he taught in: "She didn't mention it,"

Suddenly, she thought of a student Song Shu Changji was talking about, "But I know there is a student named Shen Xizhou in her class, and she likes it very much."

She just added a few words in passing, but saw Lian Zijun staring at her in astonishment. After a while, she asked in a straight voice: "The sinking of the water at three o'clock, blowing the dream of Xizhou in Xizhou?"

"Yes." Fu Tongnian remembered what Song Shu said when he introduced Shen Xizhou to her for the first time: "Mom, there is a student in my class whose name is very romantic. Her name is Shen Xizhou. Dreaming of Xizhou."

Think of the adjective my daughter uses to evaluate a person's name: romantic.

Fu Tongnian shook his head lightly, with a smile in his eyes: "Shen Xizhou, a very romantic name."

Lian Ziyin's gaze quietly fell elsewhere, as if she had reached another unknown time and space.

""Xizhou Song" is the first poem you taught me to recite. Shen Nanfeng, Shen Xizhou, and Shen Xiangsi are the names of my three daughters."

Before the two lost contact, the last gift that Fu Tongnian sent to Lian Ziyin was a handful of red beans freshly picked in the southern country, sealed in kraft paper by wrapping tea leaves.

The red bean is born in the southern country, and a few sprigs come out in spring.

May Jun pick more, this thing is the most acacia.

It's a pity that Fu Tongnian never had the chance to tell her these words in person.

Fu Tongnian heard it clearly, clutching the teacup tightly, her palm was so hot that it hurt, and a peaceful mourning gradually appeared on her face.

After a long time, she relaxed her expression: "The name is very nice. If you have time in a few days, I will bring Shu Shu to visit."

"The three girls are at home on the 9th, we can have dinner together."

"Okay." Fu Tongnian let go of the teacup suddenly, the palms of his originally pale palms were hot red, and Lianzizi held her hand, sighing softly.

This spring left early and left people late, so I can only live up to it.

"Mom and my aunt were childhood sweethearts, and later lost contact because they moved. A few days ago, they recognized each other when they were shopping in a pet store. My mother accidentally found out that you were my teacher, so I asked my aunt a few more words. Just now she came into my bedroom and I talked for a while, so I know everything." Shen Xizhou distilled the essence of Lian Ziyin's entire "speech", which is so concise and outrageous.

Where is she telling a story, she is clearly summarizing.

Song Shu was made guilty by her open ending, and had no time to think about other things: "What do you know?"

Shen Xizhou drew a long tail and snickered: "I won't tell, you confess yourself."

Song Shu suddenly thought of a word that fit Shen Xizhou's image at the moment - a rascal!

"What did you say~" Song Shu's voice trapped Shen Xizhou's heart, and she surrendered: "Auntie just said that you often mentioned me, but I don't know exactly what it is, do you want to talk about it?"

How could Song Shu have the nerve to tell the client those things, but she followed suit: "Guess for yourself, I won't say anything."

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about it, are you going to sleep?" Shen Xizhou's laughter tonight is always a bit charming. Song Shu can't remember how many times her ears get hot when she teases her. She touched her earlobe and whispered: "It's time for me to sleep, you hang up, good night."

Shen Xizhou was reluctant to hang up, and coaxed her: "You hang up."

Song Shu was also reluctant: "If you hang up, I'll hang up."

An ambiguous atmosphere flowed between the two, "Huh? Why don't you want to hang up?"

Song Shu didn't answer, but Shen Xizhou couldn't hold her back, so he thought of a compromise: "Is this good, I'll hang up after you fall asleep."

Song Shu pulled up the quilt and felt sleepy. She was used to saying good night to Shen Xizhou every night before falling asleep: "Good night, Xizhou."

"good night, teacher."

Shen Xizhou turned to the side and pulled out "A Long Farewell" from the shelf. She spread the book on the table and started reading from the page with the bookmark. Only a few pages later, Song Shu's gentle breathing came to her ears. .

She picked the right corner of her mouth and added an excerpt to her notebook:

"To say goodbye is to die a little bit."

—— "The Long Farewell"

In the night, the sound of rain is vigorous, piercing through the forest and beating leaves, as if singing a war song from ancient times.

The whole city has been washed by rain for two days, the sky has just cleared, and the heat is dormant.

Fu Tongnian was sitting in the passenger seat, looking out at the scenery outside, the trees pierced into the sky, his eyes were full of gloom and greenness.

"Does Shu Shu like it here?"

Song Shu said without hesitation, "I like it, I like it very much."

She has only lived here for half a year, and she has basically adapted to the climate and eating habits here. Occasionally, she will feel that she is in a foreign land when she hears the locals speak Cantonese.

While waiting for the traffic lights, she recited a little poem.

"

this is a legendary city

Thousands of people walk through the day and night

sin rushes forward

some were kidnapped, some were defrauded

Some people are raped/raped, some people are murdered

It's the half-face makeup of a prostitute crying for flowers

Drunk man throws fist at wife and daughter

The poor died of hunger and disease

Wandering the streets day by day

this is a legendary city

I really like her

Tenderness is its base color

Four seasons waiting for a long time

A tile-inch wall can also make a home

Rainbow flag hoisting under the scorching sun

Freedom has never been locked in prison by anyone

Old stories are still sung

The fragrance of tea is lingering, and the elegant sound is uninterrupted

"

The writing style of this little poem doesn't look like it was written by Song Shu. After hearing her finish reading it, Fu Tongnian meant something: "I feel deeply?"

Song Shu confessed: "I am not original, this is a small poem written by Xizhou, I just copied it..."

As soon as her voice faltered, she was a little shy: "Recite it."

Fu Tongnian had an expression of "I understand, you don't need to explain": "As a teacher, you can also learn from students."

Song Shu nodded hastily, and couldn't help boasting: "She can bear the words of being poetic and scholarly."

"Yes." Fu Tongnian echoed her, looking forward to the next meeting even more, she really wanted to know what kind of person was praised by her daughter.

The author has something to say: that little poem is original.

Fu Tongnian and Lian Ziyin's past is not without regrets. The love in that era was too precious. When they broke free from the eyes of the world, they had already separated from each other and had to start their own families. They didn't even have time to say "I like you".

"To say goodbye is to die a little bit."

—— "The Long Farewell"

I hope everyone will love bravely and not regret because of hesitation.