Last love

The end of the world. She heard his voice again.

She turned away. Found the back empty.

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The camphor garden on Hengshan Road. The cramped, chaotic space is filled with the pungent smell of tobacco and the din of human voices. She looked at the wine on the table. A clear glass. The clear liquid is like blood watered. The feeling you leave in your throat is sour. Flood in the bottom of the stomach, but like a cluster of flame burning.

Gradually, she felt a little drunk. Repeatedly she turned her face to look out of the large glass window into the night. There are many taxis on the deserted street. A plane tree stripped of its leaves. The branches that stretch in the mist are lonely.

It's a blurry scene. Like a set. It was beautiful, but no one was there. She rested her face on her arm. Smile alone. For a moment, I felt like a spectator in a dark theater.

She was waiting for a scene to unfold. Finally found that they read the wrong time. Just wait.

The winter sun was warm in the afternoon. On the crowded Huaihai Road. It's full of anxious people at the end of the century. Shopping sprees with empty expressions. They mingled in the crowd. Sometimes he walked in front of her, and he held out his hand behind her with a slight gesture. She followed quickly, putting her fingers in his palm. The temperature of the skin is warm. After crossing the busy road, he let go of her hand.

This one moment. She found that her palms were cold.

They look distant and flat. He always wanted to turn her into a plant for the balcony. Water and sunshine. He has everything under control. But she knew what it meant to be cold or thirsty. So she hated him. She smiled at him. Slightly upturned face, innocent expression. Often they did this quietly against each other. She knew she was his match.

The door of Parkson is full of people. The makeshift stage was surrounded by bored people in the sun. A woman in a purple wig was Shouting her wares from the stage. She saw a couple of young lovers in the crowd. The girl is not very pretty. The boy next to him was wearing a bad suit and carrying a heavily discounted time bag.

The boy bent his face in the crowd and kissed the girl in his arms gently and tenderly. The girl's mediocre face suddenly blossomed like a flower full of water.

If tomorrow is the end of the world, I want to be with the people I love the most. I don't remember who said that to her. It was a man. He said he wanted to hug the people he loved the most until the last moment.

In the early morning of December 31, she got up and went online. See a person in the forum post. The man said that he woke up and found that the woman lying next to him did not love her at all. In the early hours of the last century. She glanced at the post and then shut it down. The heart suddenly very cold.

Two kissing faces in the sun. Like a bloody scar. Printed in the moment of farewell.

Don't make me leave you. She said. She looked at him with a smile. Every time when she is serious, she has a habit of giving herself a relaxed state. It's like a game that can start at any time. She doesn't need to prepare.

He turned to look at her. This handsome man. The face can change at any time tender or cold expression.

She looked at him. She was not afraid of him. The sun stung in my eyes. As she lowered her head, she felt warm tears in her dizziness. She held her breath to hold it back.

The bar is full of strange faces.

She drank a little red wine.

On the last night of the century. She gently untied her braids and smelled the crisp scent of her hair, which had not yet dried. This night she was as good as any woman around her. Beautiful clothes walk at night. Shiny silver powder and lipstick. Except for love.

She heard a girl's voice. The girl said, "Do you believe in true love?" She said she believed.

Don't believe in love. But believe that somewhere in the world there is a person. I've been waiting there. We just don't know when or where. Always happy and lonely waiting for him. Maybe this way we can live a lifetime.

A lot of words. In front of a stranger. He seems to be drunk. Everyone expected her to be a woman addicted to drinking and smoking. But she wasn't. Her appearance was unusually plain. It's pure white.

Got drunk. Walking down the street. Feel half awake and half numb in your soul. Like a fish. Wandering in a strange crowd. Suddenly I felt myself laughing. The voice is languid. Look silly. Alcohol can make a woman simple and innocent. However, the warmth permeating the body will gradually become cold.

She looked at her smile. She can shed tears at any time.

What do you want to do on your last night.

Trying to fall in love with a stranger. Love hard. And say goodbye.

The girl laughed. She also smiled. A chaotic and noisy bar. A face in the shadows. Like a flower, suddenly faded and withered. She looked at the woman walking in the light. They have dark hair and beautiful faces. Even in the cold winter, she wore tight sleeveless sweaters and embroidered skirts. Bare arms and legs. White skin shimmering. Flower by flower. If there is no love. Bloom and wither will be so lonely.

It's too late.

Wait for him. He never came. Looking for him. I don't know where to go from here. Want to him. Seems to have forgotten. Look back at him. He had disappeared.

Or you can do everything I say. Or I could do everything you want. That's the only rule between two people.

She had heard him speak in front of others. He wanted her to be a girl with a low brow. But forget her in the wandering road adhere to the Jie Jie and displacement. They don't know if they love each other. In the dark in the hand, only the temperature of the skin.

Most of the time, she is a meek and uncomplaining person. She felt lonely or cold, but she could not speak easily. Except occasionally. Occasionally she is a person who gets into emotional depression easily. She would overwhelm him.

He was dead inside. He said. When he wants to love someone, he can. He doesn't have to love if he doesn't want to. In other words, he can fall in love with anyone. Which means he can't really love anyone. This is a tap. It can be turned on at any time. Turn it off at any time.

She heard a friend ask him, "Is there anyone who can make you feel the faucet running out of control?" He is smoking a cigarette. He was silent for a moment. Then gently shake your head.

Such a handsome man. But I have a dead heart. He is such a similar person to her.

Two dead people, together hope each other can warm. But because of each other's cold. I just feel it getting colder and colder. She heard some fragmentary sounds in this silent moment.

That night they argued. There was no finger-pointing. Just fighting the tough and the silent. She didn't want to talk to him. She said she would turn on her computer. He didn't agree. He kicked her chair over. He said, I forbid you to go online.

Let's talk this out. She wouldn't talk to him. She can be very headstrong when she's stubborn. She just whispered, "I don't want to talk to you." There was even a faint smile on his face.

She knew that as long as she was gentle as usual, everything would pass. Even when she knew he was just trying to get her to give in. He didn't mean to hurt her. But she guarded her aching heart. She sat on the cold ground.

Look at him. Then she stood up and put on her coat. She said, I'll go out then.

He sprang out of bed with bare feet. Late in the winter, it was past twelve o 'clock. She knew nothing about the city, but she wanted to leave alone. He stopped her. She pushed. Then he carried her into the room. She ran out again. The girl who did not know how to yield suddenly became infuriating in her stubbornness. He is a spoiled man with little patience. He grabbed her clothes and luggage and threw them at her. You roll, roll far away, and never come back.

In his loss of control and collapse, like an animal, she fled to the door. There was a hasty tread on the dark stairs. Then disappear in the cold winter night.

She came to the city. The first night they started living together. She knows nothing about him. This empty city. The last stop on the end of the century. She expected some warmth. Also predict the feeling is just a lonely comfort to each other. But in the dim and incomplete love, feel it has nowhere to escape the cold.

Sometimes he can be as innocent and tender as a child. She knows his past, so she can accept his darkness and coldness.

She's okay with him leaving at any time. It was as if she had made no promises about whether she would leave any time soon. Sometimes she stroked his hair and face. She wondered if they could be warmer to each other. But she knew how selfish an old heart could be. They are controlling each other's investment in the relationship.

She darted down the dark, empty road. It was just before 2:00 in the morning. The city is empty. She shed tears in the cold wind. Warm tears sting on the face.

She found a corner in the dirty empty station and sat down. When it was daylight, she thought she could buy a ticket and leave Shanghai. Go to any city you can. She's been on the road. She doesn't mind wandering again. Nor was there any fear. He himself is a man with empty hands. You can release everything at any time.

The air in the waiting hall was foul and the lights were harsh. Some ragged men were drowsy in their chairs. The ground was covered with rubbish. She felt a pain in her stomach. She pressed her hand against the pain. Suddenly she remembered some deep language. A man told her that he had seen her way in a dream. He woke up with a dull pain in his heart. Without you. Without you. But she still left him. She was doomed to have nothing for herself. But whether such memories are warm. Can even comfort this moment of pain and confusion.

She had not the slightest expectation or wait for him. There is no nostalgia. Leaving him will be as easy as coming to him. It's like he never belonged to her. She had never belonged to him. They were just passing each other.

The station board shows the date as 3:45 on December 31.

The last day of the century. There were only vague words in her sleepy brain. Goodbye.

The stray. Love. Poverty.

When he appeared in the waiting room, he found her curled up in the cold wooden chair. A bottle of mineral water stood nearby.

And a few broken cookies and pain pills. The girl, pale and tousled, watched calmly as he came up to her. She has calmed down. Look past tired and fragile. There was a submissive softness in his eyes. Like a deep dark sea. Drown out all the turmoil.

He did not reach out to touch her. He felt his fingers tremble. "Where do you want to go?" he said. She shook her head.

She smiled. A smile withered like a flower. Then he picked her up across his arms. You must give me your word. "He whispered. Escape again, and it will be another thousand years.

In the afternoon, they appeared on Huaihai Road. He took her out to dinner, shopping, movies. He didn't know what he was feeling.

I just feel like there's a lot going on in a girl's soul. She made him feel uneasy. Wearing a gray sweater and black denim pants, the woman was often silent in the sun. Never told him she loved him. She doesn't need him to tell her he loves her. But I want some warmth. Promises are good. The past is good. To escape the loneliness of the end of the world.

At night she told him she wanted to go out alone. He said, "I can stay with you. Her smile. On a night like this, we all deserve the company of a favorite. Or lonely.

Last sip of red wine at a bar with a strange girl. She felt that she had become a fish. Can forget love and wait for the fish. Happy New Year, she said. She bent over and kissed the girl's hair. The girl said, later go to the Bund to listen to the bell. There will be a lot of people there. Maybe there will be fireworks. "No," she said. Life goes on. The wandering soul can never be stopped. A thousand years of loneliness is the same.

She finally got a taxi. As she lay on it, she felt that she was really drunk. The speeding car carried her through the neon lights and the city at night. She called the city Stone Forest. And she was a plant with pale flowers, unable to find damp earth. She reclined in the back seat. The edifements that stand in the night sky tilt.

Whether the world will end in an instant. She wants to. Life is an illusion.

Cars can't get into the Bund. She walked in the cold wind on a cold night. All around was a noisy crowd of strangers. Chaotic and happy.

The ornate architecture shines brightly. She was too drunk to help herself.

She wanted to kiss a man in love. I want to hug him tight. Tell him she loves him. She wandered a thousand years on a desolate road. Chasing his vague promise. She pushed her way through the crowd. She heard the New Year's bell ring.

And the cheers of the crowd. The night sky was filled with brilliant fireworks. In an instant, the dark and silent night sky, gained a new life.

The end of the world. She heard his voice again.

She turned away. Found the back empty.