June is our farewell song

Looking out the car window from this angle, the sky will be divided into several pieces in an orderly manner by the clouds in the distance and the nearby residential buildings. Each piece is too uniform, showing a stubborn taste for no reason.It was the hottest time of the year, and the air-conditioning was turned on on the bus, so a thin layer of mist gradually formed on the outside of the windows.Gu Yuan pushed open the window and wiped it with his hand. The scenery in his sight slowly became clearer again, and the Ferris wheel in the distance was getting bigger bit by bit.

He put his hand into his pocket and touched the corner of the envelope.

He was packing his luggage when he received this letter.

It was one o'clock in the afternoon. Gu Yuan had just woken up after twelve hours of sleep. The bright sunshine hit his face. When he opened his eyes, he saw the golden world, which drove away all the bad moods. It was like a Dream.But the courier standing at the door was not in such a good mood.When he saw the sender's name on the envelope, the boy doubted for a moment whether he was really dreaming. After repeatedly confirming that it was correct, he signed for it with hesitation.

After getting out of the car, Gu Yuan walked slowly, his head basking in the 35-degree heat, and the asphalt road beneath his feet seemed to melt.The sign of the amusement park shines in the golden sunshine. The last time I came here, I was with friends from the literary club.Today, I am probably the only one.

"Companyship is time-limited, no matter how much I hope it will never end, no matter...how much I want to be with you all the time."

Gu Yuan thought of this sentence, the first sentence Liu Qingsi wrote in the letter.

The cicadas chirped from the surrounding trees, like ocean waves, one after another.

After the graduation ceremony, he lived in confusion for more than a month.

I almost never go out. I just get up and go to bed every day. I sit in front of the computer at the desk. Occasionally I pick up a pen and write something. Then in the dead of night, I erase everything with an eraser, then lie back on the bed and fall asleep.

I rejected all the invitations for graduation travel. I saw in the circle of friends that Qi Yu went to the Sahara alone, and Feng Ziqiu worked alone in Nanjing to save living expenses. I saw that Chen Ying and Jiang Lu bought tickets for the same flight, so they went to Hudi. When I arrived in Wuhan, there were two shark pendants placed on the bedside table. One was shiny and the other was stained with rust.

On the day of the graduation ceremony, when he finally left the school, everyone had already left. He was holding a notebook with the beginning left behind by several people. He walked in the corridor filled with crushed light and saw someone standing by the side door of the auditorium. Chi Yu.

Although he didn't say anything, those eyes with turbulent emotions still hurt slightly in his heart when he recalled it at this moment.

Just like an ascetic who relies on physical suffering to practice cultivation, allowing himself to live such a life without seeing the light of day is probably a kind of repayment of debt.

Except for the first ten days or so, Qi Yu only came to visit him after he shouted on the phone, "How can I lie in the house and spend the summer alone with the air conditioner blowing on in 18 years?" After Gu Yuan said, "I would rather be here... Don’t turn into a cold corpse in the air conditioner at [-] degrees, and don’t waste your youth wantonly in the desert at [-] degrees." Then he embarked on a journey from Yunnan to XZ and then to XJ.

He originally thought he would live like this forever, at least before going to BJ, until he received this letter.

After reading the letter, Gu Yuan wanted to call Qi Yu. Although she should be riding a camel in the desert at this time, having someone to talk to could at least relieve her anxiety.

But in the end it still didn't come out.

Qi Yu, as well as others, have embarked on a new life path.Gu Yuan knew what would happen if he showed Qi Yu and the others this letter sent from the world a year ago. They would definitely feel sad, sad, and regretful that they had not done better in the past.Just like when he first saw the contents of the diary.

This is what she expected, as she wrote in her diary:

"Keep this secret for me, please."

Gu Yuan walked to the edge of the artificial lake under the sun. The water surface was sparkling, and the spout of the fountain was looming in the rolling waves.

One year ago today, it was here that Qing Si wrote this letter. He and Sister Zifeng were standing in the evening breeze discussing those two issues.

"Although it's a bit sad, I'm really happy today."

"A year ago in the summer, I was on the table outside the Time Post Office, writing a letter to you a year later."

His eyes fell on the small table outside the Time Post Office, as if he could see with his own eyes a girl squatting there, writing a letter carefully and word by word with a pen, even though he had not looked there at all at that time.

What remains in my mind is just a scene, slowly giving it some inexplicable meaning, or in other words, it has been sublimated into a certain feeling, stored in the corner of my memory, and permeates my heart with the slightest touch. .

What is pervasive—this is something that can never be adequately described.

"What will everyone be doing next summer? I can't help myself from imagining. It's strange. People who have no future always like to imagine the future. People like to reminisce when they are sick, but I always like to think about things that have not happened. In order to prevent myself from being too lonely in the next few months, I decided to leave some memories for myself. That’s why I made this trip plan. In fact, my father disagreed. He didn’t want me to run around. But when I told him that I wanted to spend my last summer vacation while I could still walk and run, he stopped talking."

"I understand the turmoil in his eyes, and I also know that I am selfish, but I can't give up."

"Even if my chest hurts at this moment, I feel that everything is worth it. The dark blue night sky, the neatly arranged white street lights along the railings of the lake, the clicking sound of the Ferris wheel, and the laughter while writing Xiaoyu."

"Actually, I was still very sad when I first found out about my physical condition. It's hard to describe that feeling. It's like falling into a dark tunnel, but you know that no matter how long the tunnel is, as long as you grit your teeth and go on, you will definitely reach the end. It's a bright and sunny day. But it won't happen this time. The tunnel leads all the way to the deepest seabed, and at the end is the deep sea where the sun cannot shine."

Gu Yuan looked up at the sky. The strong sunlight pierced him so hard that he couldn't open his eyes. On the hottest day of the year, the day with the strongest sunlight, he wondered if he could reach the deep sea she was talking about.
"I used to feel that time passed too slowly. Every time I left the activity room on Wednesday and Thursday afternoons, I thought: It's such a long week. It will take so long before I can come back here. But now I feel that time has passed by too slowly. It's so fast, so fast that people can't catch it. By the time they react, it has already slipped through the fingers." "Xiaoyu has finished writing! I don't know what she wrote, but she is smiling so happily."

"I wrote a lot of nonsense."

"Obviously I can tell you these things right now."

"Only when it comes to myself can I understand why those people in TV series can never finish their sentences properly."

"I used to think that no matter what happened, it didn't matter which way I chose when facing a fork in the road, as long as I could keep moving forward. But now, when it's time to say goodbye, I stopped at the intersection, not knowing Overwhelmed."

"Okay, I can already see the impatient expression on your face. The show is about to begin."

Nonsense... I was obviously looking at the surface of the artificial lake at that time, so I couldn't be impatient.

"One year ago today, you were waiting for me, even though you were just waiting for me to finish writing the letter."

"What will happen in a year?"

"I haven't finished what I wanted to say, but that's it."

"Gu Yuan, happy graduation."

"I wish you and Chi Yu all the best."

……

Gu Yuan watched the Ferris wheel click and rotate, like the gears of time turning, pushing the fragments of that day a year ago across an entire desolate winter to finally reach his eyes today.

He went to ride the Ferris wheel alone. In the slightly shaking metal box, he took out his laptop from his backpack, created a word document, looked out the window at the swaying lake, and typed out the first sentence of this story. Character.

Sometimes life is like falling into a dark tunnel, but you know that no matter how long it is, as long as you grit your teeth and go on, you will definitely usher in a bright sunny day at the end.

Because you meet that group of people in your life, they are like countless kind planets that light up your night sky.

Enables you to transcend stagnant time and move forward bravely once again.

We are saying goodbye this summer, and the person we are chasing may not be around us yet.

Although the story has come to an end, which is a bit sad, it is still more of a relief.

I like words, so I keep writing, even if I am too busy to stop.From undergraduate to master to doctorate, the pressure of study and work is increasing, and the time is getting less and less, but I don’t want to give up.

I can like something without changing my original intention for a long time. For myself like this, I don't want to change as I grow up.

——If ten years from now I no longer have the same thoughts as I do now, then I might laugh hard at Wen Jin who still has such thoughts.

When I have time later, I will write out the stories of Qi Yu and Feng Ziqiu, Gao Lian and Chen Ying in extra chapters.

Finally, I want to say that the story is false.

Whether it's Gu Yuan, Chi Yu, Liu Qingsi, Qi Yu, or Feng Ziqiu, they are all fictional facts created by me.

They come from everything I have seen, heard, and experienced, but they are just bytes born with the cursor in the computer, not real lives that have ever existed.

Put together the fragments that can be found everywhere in your memory, and what grows out is a story.

Everyone's memory is different, so the beginning and end of the story will be different for everyone.

Our story ended in that June, but some people’s stories just started in that June.

There will be a period later.