Memories scattered in the river

The driving rain pounded on the windows, leaving long and short dotted curves on the glass, a swallow slid past the window, leading me to stand on the balcony and gaze at the mountains in the distance, the rain tends to drizzle, drifting and sprinkling, thoughts are also like this eye full of fine silk, densely woven heart rain.

That year, is also in such a rainy season, I dragged a very simple travel, with apprehension and restlessness back to the place where I once earned a living, watching the soon to be a family of colleagues in and out, look hurried, face written with haggard and helpless, the original acquaintance, but also just smiled, seems to have very important things to do, too late to pull the talk, then dashed away, the previous kind of leisurely feeling of superiority instantly slipped away.

I was immediately assigned to work in the data room of less than ten square meters, two desks, three computers, a variety of documents, information, reports, reports, etc., stuffed with two large wooden cabinets, tables, coffee tables and scattered on the floor of the documents waiting to be processed, but the opposite desk on a pot of white palm, but the flowers are in full bloom. I just remember that the supervisor roughly said that the urgent matter is the intranet has nearly a thousand documents urgently to be processed, let me over is responsible for completing this task in a short period of time, how to do, there is a lady in the section can discuss. Although the time limit is not specifically stated, but I have felt the pressure on my shoulders.

I didn't have to think much about it, so I bent down and started sorting out the documents on the floor. Although I had served here before, I only had a little skin-to-skin understanding of the work of the data room, and I didn't really know how to do it for a while with the specific intranet documents. I carefully went through each document, meticulously sorting, registering, and entering it into a book. I don't know how long it took, I heard the sound of pushing the lintel, and then walked into a lady, full of smiles, only a gentle courtesy greeting: hello, then walked straight to the desk belonging to her, solemnly open the internal and external network of two computers, skillfully burn the files extracted from the external network into the internal network, I squinted at the lady who has been silent, buried in work: a seasonal skirt, wrapped in I was a little bit of a jealousy, but I was a little bit of a jealousy. For some reason, I suddenly remembered the "Dream of the Red Chamber" the third meeting of Bao Dai, that Dai Yu knitted caged eyebrows, happy with love eyes, idle as a pretty flower shining water, action like a weak willow, extremely graceful, Bao Yu will laugh: "I have seen this sister" paragraph, almost shouted, inwardly feel self-deprecating funny.

In fact, at an earlier time, I had seen this lady in a friend's department because of a business, and she was "as beautiful as a dewdrop, a smile to, the glitter of the teeth of the shell", "the reflection of the water, the light song of the wind" like a smile, which left a beautiful Deep impression, thinking about becoming a colleague with this lady whose name is not yet known, I devoutly worshiped and thanked God for this arrangement, which can once again be a quiet and beautiful time.

The next day, I know from other colleagues that this lady is called Ru Yue, how ladylike, beautiful, full of poetic name ah, even if that quiet, silent, so lonely, not easy to approach, in my opinion, is also a beautiful scenery!

If the month is a little more than two years earlier than me to the data room, first for the ruler, then for the minister, which is not only the concept of the guard continues, in fact, is the leverage of the birth industry depends on the fulcrum of business proficiency. Don't underestimate this insignificant thing in the data room, each step has strict protocols and requirements, more than ten processes, such as the digital computer programming, sloppy. I had to ask Ruyue for advice, and with Ruyue's teaching, I gradually got into the role. Document after document, stack after stack of information flew over the two computers, as if the clattering sound of falling paper was the only way to bring the section to life and language.

After several months, my communication with Ruyue remained at "Good morning" "Has that document been entered?" "Another result over there" and so on, such boring communication. Every day, I have to work overtime for three or four hours, and Ruyue may have important things to do, so every day I go first for a while, and when I leave, I just say: "I'll go first" and say hello, and when I go out, I always smile, as a farewell. Occasionally the next day will be more than one sentence: "when did you leave last night" or "last night you worked late until what time" and other greetings. In this way, we completed the task ahead of schedule and passed the test with flying colors. I felt a little comfort inside Ruyue, only the pot of white palm beautiful on its own, quietly exhaling the fragrance.

The next year's spring, it should be blooming new pistil, green season, but this year's spring seems to be like a train, the start of the missed point, like the station is late. A soft fog rises on the river, and the weeds on the Mekong bank are light yellow, bearing thin frost, partly scattered into dewdrops, hanging on the tips of the leaves, and the mountain city surrounded by water is cold in spring, and it is still warm at first.

Ruyue still with its characteristic skilful, every day early prepared boiling water, raise the electric stove, in order to drive away the cold indoor air, and then ambled at the desk, a whole morning, and a whole afternoon, day after day to repeat the mechanical labor, with the keyboard thunderbolt play a new scene of music, I seem to listen, but also like accompanying music, a minute and a second to respond to the instructions issued by Ruyue keyboard.

Finally one day, I found that Ruyue's actions are no longer as light and airy, her mountain flower smile hides a faint pain, and then, even walking is very difficult, when going up and down the stairs, can only climb the railing, move step by step, even so, Ruyue still crouched on the desk, will be a copy of the file extraction, burning, input ...... The day was cloudy and chilly, but Ruyue's forehead tended to secrete tiny beads of sweat. It was at that time that I sublimated from the charming smile of her xin love to the constant obsession, subconscious admiration! I suddenly understood the regular overtime why Ruyue always "on point first step" also understood she had said to her friends in the department too many things, a person simply too busy to worry and lament, and so on, this is Ruyue's perseverance, reluctance, and raw industry infatuation.

Ruyue had to take a leave of absence for medical illness, the department temporarily arranged for new colleagues, the address also moved north due to the development of business. To that side of the river, I can't help but gaze at Jiangnan every day. To and fro on both sides of the river, passing across the bridge, will be attracted by the soup river, touched by the soft waves is not as the moon clear smile, charming smiles? The sound of the rushing water is also the sound of Ruyue snapping her fingers. In the days when Ruyue was sick, thoughts drifted and wandered, and the line felt late, often breaking off, a tacit understanding of temporary loss, a peace of mind and a cup of sadness. There have been a number of flashing visits, but they never came to pass, more or less leaving a root of remorse.

Perhaps the longer time spent in the data room, or perhaps with the sincere efforts of Ruyue, has a very good performance, in Ruyue soon after recovery, we were transferred to the field work more work, plus a dynamic young man, we three became the owners of the newly established section. In addition to completing field work with us, Ru Yue also took the initiative to take up the work of organizing the section's housekeeping materials, writing reports, drawing charts, making CD-ROMs, collecting and filing, and doing every single piece of work meticulously and properly. As usual overtime, gradually blurred the concept of work and rest, holidays, such as the month never say on the elderly and sick parents, the next child is in elementary school such topics, there is a special unhappy things, sadness will hang on the face, but no matter what, still reflect the Yuexiang Xishi pain chest-like beauty, embodied in the "cloud of traces, the soft waves The "cloud's trace, the wave's soft wave" like smile.

The river by the mountain city, and a river, sometimes a trickle of streams, fat and thin variation is extremely exaggerated, calm when the blue waves rippling, the breeze, wrinkled up like fish scales brocade, roar when the waves beat the shore, rolled up a thousand piles of snow, only Gaotai weeping willow, waving green branches, attracting favorable winds, watching or listening to the river's heart.

Another year, the beginning of spring, the country roads condensed with tear glass-like thin ice, the corner of the building is still hanging the remnants of the snow of the past, in the shadow of the sunrise through the light, such as the moon that pot of shadow like trousseau makeup white palm seems to be affected by the cold wave, less the spirit of the past. The three of us in the section, for the first time, did not shake the figure of the rush, sitting around the fire, each holding a cup of hot tea, spilling the heart of the unbearable, the young Jidou decided to "poetry and wine by the years" to the sea to get tide, approaching middle-aged Ruyue because of a variety of health problems and other considerations do not want to tell to go to work, to a long I will spend my time in the garden of "Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and seeing the southern mountains". At that time, what else can I say? Or tea instead of wine, clinking glasses and shouting: "drunken smile with the public 30,000 field, not to tell the death of the separation", and finally agreed: meet, meet in the jungle, not to forget each other.

"Separation hate is just like spring grass, more line farther also born". Since that time, I have not seen Ruyue, she has hidden all the ways to contact. I don't know what kind of mentality she has, whether she can't look back on the past or deliberately dives in and hides her gentle smile like a water-lily? Or is it that you can't bear to grieve for your good partner and "cut off your love?" This is a series of question marks hook I often come to the riverside, with heart bamboo woven gabions, little by little to salvage the five years, scattered in the river memories ......