Hundred years is purely a business trip to Qingdao, the opportunity, this opportunity came suddenly, suddenly I am somewhat at a loss what to do if fabulous as the jis. A month ago, when I was in Lijiang Old Town and from Qingdao hole couples awareness, and to accompany on foot tiger jumping, walking Shangri-la, until the final farewell in Lijiang, I agree that this is perhaps the only time in life together, although swap addresses and telephone numbers, Qiandingwanzhu if given the opportunity to meet each other's cities will again. And I really came, and within a month.
Sunset was the first time the aircraft point of view, red fireball, golden Choi Wan, dazzling bright, illuminate the translucent translucent in my heart. I did not call ahead to tell me the arrival of holes, I want to give her a surprise. When the plane landed, the sky late, out of the airport, the sky are inundated with rain, a surge of cold wind blowing in the face, reminding me of this coastal city in the north. Sitting in a taxi, I am still very curious and looked around and wanted to confirm whether the appearance of Qingdao memory remains the same, whether it is still romantic. Helpless, night only see the shadow of the city Across from the bustling and busy.
Very smoothly and then arranged to the Check in procedures, I spent a buffet at the hotel after the call to the hole, a hole in 1:00 the phone I do not know what kind of person I was when I reported out the name, she was great excitement over there Call a small call, and we were on the phone after many said there are numerous, finally agreed to meet the day after tomorrow night. Small hole was concerned that I would be a lonely person that they have to immediately take a taxi over to chat with me, how I would be so selfish to Zhang Di availability jealously guarding it, I said with a laugh No, not to mention I have already accustomed themselves in a strange place to accompany themselves, and this almost pathological narcissism doorway to much worse. I decided to go out shopping, marked with a car, went straight to the mountain, the mountain in memory is very busy, but this time I was wrong before 7:00 o'clock, and the streets there are not many pedestrians, most shops are closed Gate thank-you, only Parkson Shopping Center, brilliantly illuminated, but wants to come. Turning two laps at the mall, I decided to leave, and in the car then decided to go to Ctrip Minjiang Road, take a look at the recommended online, said there were some good Pub. Fujian's Min River is the mother river, Minjiang Road, one-third of naturally let me warm, I walked into an IRISH PUB, point a bottle of Corona, small sitting Du Zhuo, quietly listen to songs boredom, soul began to swim around walk, where the atmosphere is not ambiguous, guests were serious matters for your heart, do not disturb each other. I am reminded of a recent bubble PUB, in Lijiang in Lijiang not help but remember the knowledge of partners, friends off tonight what? Then, using easy language made a group of text messages to them, and do not want to let them know my heart a touch of sadness. Peggy's reply is a good envy me, special to me, princess let me be careful Yan Yu, William remind me want to go back to hotel, sudden bursts of warmth rise in my heart. The one hand I appreciate the band's superb performance on stage, one hand gingerly to drink, I have been in my heart to remind ourselves that do not get drunk, not here, I could not find the North. Drunk a bottle, feeling slightly smoked erratic, but I know from the get drunk too early, so again a cup Baileys, since the last time a small bar in Lijiang Peggy Li tasted of a cup, then cold milk fragrance of the wine taste can no longer forget. This is a very feminine liqueur, when the wine and women encounter is like a deliberate to long-Yan Yu, remark that true. Before the arrival of midnight, I left the bar, clearly still behind, and that the first跟往事干杯. Midnight Qingdao, empty street lights alone, high-rise buildings standing silent, here is strange for me, and I just liked this strange feeling, like to have one day in a strange place to live a reclusive anonymity life, small faint faint Yutian big the city, Qingdao are very similar to my mind.
9 o'clock the next morning I sleep today, no work tasks, are free to arrange more activities. Hotels near Square, in 54, I went to Square Park, walk the red landmark sculpture "May the Wind" is still bright, and I have a few years to come, when compared with the square next to the more blocks of high-rises, this belt is Qingdao The new area, changing narrative of Qingdao today. Place the outside is the sea, the sea a great fog, see nothing, I will soon leave here, go to Ba Da Guan. Abnormal quiet here, visitors are few, spacious streets a few students quietly painting. I walk in the red golden tree-lined avenue, leaves crowded in upon, watching the gentle sunlight scattered on transmission to the ground, stepping on the leaves rustling so that they are fully integrated into the autumn thick, used to seeing Southern evergreen evergreen I had this brilliant deep attachment, after a brief brilliant is falling and dying, human life is also much better than this. Here many ancient trees foreign construction hidden in 10000, the vicissitudes of foreign expressions spoke bustling dissipated, the changing times of the Hundred Years of Solitude, the house changed hands several times, past masters have long passed away, while the old house like a silent old man, The visitors looked indifferently in all directions right here, praise, indifferent to the blue sky with his common snuggling accompanied by Rhine, his home life. I stroll along the beach, meandering coastline of twists and turns, is a quiet corner in front of Park, where is still sparsely populated, and only zips the car to remind you that in the urban areas, roadside benches clean and bright clean, waiting for tired of you stop to rest and listen to the waves again and again. I have to stop-go, watching the waves roll up on the beach again layers slowly integrate into the depths of the sea, feel the minds of many days to smoldering melancholy million in 1000 Rourou thread has been combing too smoothly. If you are my heart of that set aside no less than a sediment, at the moment, let the tide bring you back to the depths. . . . . . Unconsciously, I walked three hours, she felt exhausted, and then go on, this wind would turn me to face blown a dried apple. I boarded bus 317 road, 10 km outside the terminal is Shilaoren scenic areas, where there is a Surf city famous New Orleans Café.
Jumped off the bus, I can not wait to open the door to Café Pub, fragrant smell of coffee, a burst from the accident, found that there are the Italian super-espresso "Espresso for afternoon", so do not hesitate to the cup, it really is super concentration, only slightly larger than the home the cup on the 1st skill, concentration is the cream tastes great. I sat in the French window of a location, you can see the ocean. Watching the Sea see the numb, at this moment I have is this feeling of Qingdao, the city has 40 km coastline of Qingdao, people can be really happy to luxury. This autumn afternoon, this seaside cafes, this verbose BLUE JAZZ, so alone in a foreign land do not remember what I can do? YES, this day is November 20, 2003, and thought 10 years ago today, he and I wander among the water in the Wuyi Mountain, and later a short period of first love. During that emotional feeling in my happiest moment because of his left let the matter rest, life's most beautiful sound in the highest office grinds to a halt movement, that there is no farewell ceremony there is no reason for breaking up a long time could not allow me to reconcile himself with numerous days , thinking he noticed that in my life every minute, less without the WHO studies and I learned to face alone marked the beginning of the dual pressures of the situation, how many times and their own stubborn way, said to me and he knew that the 10th anniversary of One day, regardless of physical location, whether happy or not, I find him to be far away away, just for the one I want to answer. This decade, he and I met two times, sometimes calling it graciously, every conversation I have carefully not allow yourself to express his most would like to ask if all of the depression and pretending to be calm and have for 10 years The day after the face to face with him to come clean, but, when that day comes, I am living in Qingdao, one from the vicinity of his home, and he in Shenzhen. When that day comes, I discovered that the original impulse has been turned into a stubborn and ease and the Dan Ding, tap the phone's keypad, a greeting that overripe and heart fly numbers - "for a long time no contact, you are all there still okay ?, "Over time, a telephone area code for Shenzhen recovered, the other side to ask Who am I? To listen to the sound I knew I did not find that person, he has been repeatedly affirmed that he finally know number to someone else, and this people do not know him. I politely hang up the phone, laugh at his own stubborn and almost laughed sound, found itself faced with such a result actually matter how Kubuchulai, because I do not sorry. This moment, everything is at ease, the original forecast of ten years after the wound finally knot on a beautiful scar, let ask the question that has always been bad in my heart forever bar. . . . . . .
From the New Orleans out of dark days faster, and I hurried back to hotel, dinner that night there must participate in this night, from the party back to the hotel, I have to lie down early, thinking about work the next day the contents of thought the following night will meet with small holes Zhang Di, I have to sleep safely at night, no dreams. Qingdao, before leaving the last 4 hours, I visited Kang cursory house, the old municipal building, Yingbin Lou, the Catholic Church and Christian churches, the streets of Old Town in Qingdao to find the century-old carry to every corner. Qingdao, is not only beautiful, not just romantic, where you can learn to put aside everything, if you suffered injury, where you can soothe your stalwart sea rebirth.
Author: aoxi
