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The table in the kitchen was filled with dishes. My favorite dish was the Cola Chicken Wings. Zhang Yushi smiled and said, "Sit down, I've made all of your favorite dishes." She just didn't know how ugly her smile was right now. I sat at the kitchen table, stupefied.

Zhang Yushi placed the rice in front of me and even placed a piece of Cola Chicken Wing inside, "Go ahead and eat it." Zhang Yushi said as if she was coaxing a child, "It's very delicious."

I picked up the chicken wings with my chopsticks and put them in my mouth, but it was hard to swallow. Raising his head, he looked at Zhang Yushi who was standing opposite him.

Zhang Yushi carefully asked: "What's wrong? "Doesn't it taste good?"

I really couldn't continue to eat. I calmly asked, "Little girl, when are you leaving?"

Zhang Yushi lowered her head, and only after a long while did she speak, "I have to go over to the interview room tomorrow afternoon, and I really can't wait to get on the nine o'clock plane in the morning. If you don't come back tonight, I can only leave without saying goodbye. Sorry... "After I leave, you have to take care of yourself. I bought a lot of food you love to eat, stop eating instant noodles …"

"Why are you crying? Little girl, you won't look good if your eyes are red."

Zhang Yushi choked with sobs. Since I like her, why didn't I ask him to stay?

I told Zhang Yushi, I have no right to say love. This is the truth, I am no longer a freshman boy, can say love to any girl I like, I no longer have so young a time to squander, said love to have capital. I can't even support myself right now, so how can I support you? As a man, I should at least have some sense of responsibility.

Zhang Yushi said that she did not care, and that we could have everything related to materials. I don't want to rely on her father's relationship to achieve my life. I will feel that it will be unbearable, so I comforted Zhang Yushi not to cry, we will meet again in the future.

"Good!" I won't cry. " Zhang Yushi stubbornly choked out: "Do you still remember me in the future? When I return here, will I still be able to see you? "

I couldn't bear to say goodbye, so I gave a slight nod of acquiescence. I don't know if Zhang Yushi will see me again when she returns to this house.

Lying on the bed, he repeated the movements of turning over and over, but he couldn't fall asleep. All he could think of were the scenes of Zhang Yushi holding hands for the first time, hugging for the first time, waving her harmless little fists, and crying softly while leaning against my chest for the first time … We had so many beautiful first times, but we couldn't escape the long-destined "one last time."

We are both actors in each other's lives. No matter how wonderful the interpretation is, no matter how perfect the interpretation is, we are still unable to escape the restraints of the script. The dry eyes, a stream of clear spring, with tears full of our past.

In the end, we have to leave. Arbutin and I stood outside the airport, but Zhang Yushi didn't even take a single step further. The usually cheerful Arbutin also turned silent.

Zhang Yushi cried softly, "After I leave, you have to take good care of yourself. I wonder if we'll meet again in this life. Also, take good care of Arbutin. "

I looked at Zhang Yushi, who was crying, and once again caressed her long hair and pulled her into my embrace. After a long time, I slowly let go of this last hug, "Girl, take Arbutin with you. When I'm not around, let it accompany you. "

Zhang Yushi: "That way, you'll be even more lonely."

"I don't care anymore. There have been too many separations recently, and I'm already numb to them. I don't care about being separated from Arbutin for one more round. "Also, since you gave me this as a gift, I was the one who cooked it for you early in the morning. I'm the best at it."

Two white eggs, painted with carbon pens to make two small heads. It was my last farewell to condensing endless thoughts into a short storehouse.

Zhang Yushi took the two eggs and began to cry as she laid her head on my shoulder. Tired from crying, Zhang Yushi hugged Arbutin and turned to leave without looking back.

I sat in disappointment on the airport lawn, tears once again out of my eyes, three years did not cry, why now every day cry? I can't stand this parting any longer...

His hand accidentally reached into his pocket and touched a piece of paper. Opening it, he saw the shack that Zhang Yushi had left for me.

Xiaofan:

I'm leaving. Thank you for accompanying me through the most beautiful months of my life. Since my mother left, this has been the happiest day of my life. I have a stepmother at home, as well as a stepmother's son. I don't like them because they always bullied me, when I was a kid, and I remember how my stepmother hit me in the face. I am a homeless child, I run all over the world to escape, escape from me and a home that does not belong to me.

I can't sleep tonight. I don't know if it's because of your rejection or because of the impending departure. If you open your mouth, I will willingly stay for you, life, will always meet such a person that you are willing to give up your dream. And you don't have the courage to say love. I will keep my promise and wait quietly. Someday you will come to me, take my hand, and whisper to me: Come with me. Then I will give up everything and go with you. Even as we walked, I was willing to beg for food.

I cried again tonight. Recalling our bits and pieces, it's the first time I've seen you fill so much boiling water with instant noodles, and it's also the first time I've seen anyone eating noodles like this. First time in my class. The first time I took you to a snack street, the first time I leaned on your back, forcing you to carry me. Then there were the boiled eggs for their birthday, which they ate together under the moonlight. In fact, I hate instant noodles, because you cooked 'longevity noodles', so I eat very fragrant.

Recently many things have happened, I want you to accompany me to Lijiang, in the most romantic place, end my last time in Yunnan … His final dream did not come true. Is this a pity? Xiaofan, if you have the chance, you must go to Xishuangbanna, take a lot of photos and send them to me, okay?

Will anyone else lead the horse for me? Walking, singing along the way. He didn't even dare to turn back after crying. That stubborn boy never shed tears in front of me.

Xiaofan... I'm gone, there are so many wonderful memories between us, I'll never forget them. Take care of yourself in the days to come. I'll wait for you anywhere in the world.

I returned home in silence. Everything that belonged to me seemed so strange, and I had so few things. A notebook, a few changes of clothes, the folk guitar, let it sleep here forever. If Zhang Yushi and I were to return here one day, I would play a song for you. The song that belongs to us.

At some point, a letter appeared in the mailbox. Opening it gently, a beautiful face appeared: This late arrival photo has become our last memory. It was also the only photo of Zhang Yushi and I together. Zhang Yushi's eyes glistened with tears, and her profile reflected the light of the setting sun. Why did the old man take so long to send me this picture? Do you think I'm not forlorn enough?

Without Zhang Yushi's "home", it seemed especially empty. I tried to find the warmth of the past, but I couldn't find anything, leaving behind only loneliness. Suddenly, I realized that I had nothing. I picked it up and took a look. It was actually Su Xiaomo.

Pressing the answer button, Su Xiaomo's voice came over the phone, asking me what the hell I'm doing, even if I'm not working anymore, I have to go through a separation procedure, I'm an official employee, not an intern.

I said I didn't want a week's salary and I didn't want to go through with the departure formalities. Su Xiaomo asked me why I wanted to leave, if it was because she went overboard that night and even said that she didn't remember.

I said that because of me, Su Xiaomo had no choice but to hang up.

Ten-odd minutes later, I received another call, and after I received it, I found out that it was from Wen Ya. Wen Ya asked me why I left just like that, could we go out for a meal together?

I have always been grateful to Wen Ya. Since she has already said so, I can't refuse her and agreed to meet her at the Drunken Beauty Restaurant in Lake Dian tonight.

In the afternoon, he was in a daze as he saw two middle-aged women walk by, chatting as they walked.

A: My daughter accidentally cut her arm in the neighborhood yesterday. I think it's going to leave a scar.

B: My son is too naughty. There are so many scars on his body. The skin of a child is recovering quickly. Don't worry.

A: My husband got so angry last night that he scolded me. He said I didn't think well of my daughter, and I felt guilty.

B: Then go to the drugstore and see if there is any medicine that can help heal wounds and remove scars. Put it on quickly.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through my mind. OLB's product is a pure Chinese medicine preparation, and its work is to remove scars. Why should I put it in the counter of a shopping mall to sell? High cost has no competitive power, how about changing the market, changing the audience? Going to the cosmetics department in the mall to buy cosmetics was mostly to buy whitening and watering, would it be better for Scar dispelling product to sell in the pharmacy?

I couldn't stop being impulsive. I left the neighborhood and headed straight for Kunming's biggest chain of pharmacies. Maybe I could find some inspiration.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, she received a message from Zhang Yushi. She had already got off the plane. I replied Zhang Yushi: I'm fine too.

Zhang Yushi replied with a smiley face. It was just that there was sadness behind the smiley face.

It was already 6: 30 in the evening when I arrived at Dianchi Lake, drunk. I was half an hour late for the scheduled time, but Wen Ya didn't call me.

When I walked into the private room, Wen Ya was reading a magazine. I said apologetically, "Sorry, Warm total, I came late."

Wen Ya put down the magazine, smiled and said: "It's alright, I just arrived too, this is not a company, there is no need to call me by such rules, I am 8 or 9 years older than you, you can just call me Sis."

Wen Ya was dressed very sexily today, the beige shirt only had the bottom two buttons, allowing him to clearly see the white chest, as well as the deep rugu. The faint makeup on her face made her look like she wasn't even 30 years old, which once again proved that a woman's charm had nothing to do with age.

After I sat down, Wen Ya told the waiter that we could start serving the dishes.