Slowly stops the train station in Nanjing, my heart is about to wade in from the chest jumped out, how many times I dream back to this land, let me pull the soul dreams of Nanjing University. Down the door, staring railway station platform, familiar with? Stranger? Opposite the site of the car starting, and my eyes became blurred, seems to see one and I am equally vague eyes, tears in their eyes waving goodbye to the car and the girl in the boys. I pulled around JEFF hands, washed his giggly smile, so that my senses.
Always thought that a return to Nanjing will be my people, did not expect that there will be JEFF accompanied me around. Public car one way is still bound Confucius Temple, but more of an open living Mausoleum Tour 1. "We are going Mausoleum it?" "No, we went to lunch Confucius Temple," I have before coming to Nanjing, Nanjing, right JEFF said my favorite place is the Mausoleum, which is I like Chiang Kai-style, domineering and atmosphere, very imposing. But now I actually to be in broad daylight with his neurotic's run to the Confucius Temple.
A road car is taking the route I was familiar with, train stations - Central Gate - Gulou - Xinjiekou - Confucius Temple, "JEFF, that is, Nanjing bus station", JEFF know? It was at this station, breaking the door, there was a lovely girl encounter a boy. Buses in the Zhujiang, I have day and night playing video games, the entertainment section has been no trace of Sun Yat-sen as Xinjiekou also moved, so I am pleased to Qinhuai people remains the same, Qin Huai River water is still flowing in the quiet.
Confucius Temple on the street food stalls things I used to eat still, sell tickets is no longer the old Aunt who ci detail. We call fans of the duck blood soup, beef and vermicelli soup, honey lotus root, Liang Pi, peanuts, glutinous rice balls and other snacks. Is already 2:00 o'clock we have not eat up what had been wiped out, JEFF immediately followed suit fans praised the duck blood soup to eat better than in Shanghai. I think he is probably hungry, and early in the morning, she kept her up in my hurry to get somewhere.
"Qinhuai Chinese medicine hospital in what direction?" I asked to ask the security side of the road, "KELLY, you go to the hospital for? Uncomfortable?" I did not answer JEFF, I feel uncomfortable, my heart has been dull. Qinhuai Chinese Medicine Hospital of Wang Dan's light at the bridge, is a small hospital, we walked from the hospital door, "do not go to see啦?", JEFF When did you start to understand what I'm doing it? I shook my head is still moving forward. "KELLY, you still go see him" "Then you come with me, go" "you to go, I wait for you outside," I hesitate to go into the hospital out-patient department, and try to find from the coming and going of the robes a familiar figure, this is a strange hospital, which the people would become like strangers?
"Miss, look at what Division?", Is ah, I do not sick to the hospital do? Several years later, a small hospital in the Qin Huai River side of my brain suddenly opened. I firmly turned and left the hospital. JEFF opposite the hospital waiting for me, "JEFF, let's go", the taxi brought me to the second coach station.
4:30, bound for Shanghai's car driving out of the girl encounters the door to the boy's bus station in Nanjing.
Author: kelly220
