She slept at home for the first time in several years. Seeing the familiar furnishings, she felt a little uncomfortable for a while. On the small bookshelf were the romance novels and comic books she used to like to read, and on the wall were the things she admired before.

Posters of celebrities, there are photos of childhood under the glass on the desk, some bright and some rusty. When you open the drawer, you can find stickers from old mobile phones, various small jewelry, a beautiful old pen holder, a bald writing brush, and colorful rubber bands.

, music tapes, small plastic boxes one after another, containing lighters, stone or wooden seals, small bells, large and small dice, in short, all kinds of beautiful-looking small objects, trivial, and so on.

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Her parents would come over every few days to clean and remove the dust, and the room looked as tidy as ever. But time eventually gave these things a faded mark, or maybe it was due to mood... She could remember what she had done in the past.

I want to collect these, but those things I liked at the time always feel so far away when I think about them now.

Turning on the light, opening drawers and boxes one by one, opening books and stamp albums, these memories lingered with her like a shadow. As she sat there, she always felt that she could see three children walking around, chasing and playing.

In the summer, the electric fan was blowing, lying on the bed reading comics and novels, kicking each other from time to time, and then fighting. In the winter, three people wrapped themselves in quilts and played poker, with songs playing on the tape recorder.

There were candies and melon seeds next to them, and the girl who looked the quietest always protested when the other two dropped the melon seed shells on the bed...

She sat there and looked at the room. The sound of TV dramas and the occasional voices of her parents came from the living room. The large box brought back from Vienna was placed in the corner of the house, like a symbolic object that separated the ages. That night, the moonlight

It spilled in through the window lattice and she couldn't sleep.

When I went to the living room to drink water, the door of the master bedroom also opened. My mother walked out and raised a finger to her lips. It was two o'clock in the morning: "Aren't you asleep yet?"

"It's probably because of the time difference."

"You're actually taller than me."

"I'll be taller than you when I leave, okay."

"She still looked like a girl at that time."

Lingjing smiled and watched her close the door. Then the mother and daughter sat down on the sofa in the living room. She spoke softly: "Tell me about what happened in Vienna in the past few years."

"There's not much to talk about. I practice piano, read books, go shopping occasionally, sit by the Danube River, go for a jog in the morning, practice martial arts and so on." She laughed, "I haven't fallen behind in any of the boxing techniques my dad taught me.

."

"Nothing special?"

"That's performing in a theater. Three days a week, they give me a solo opportunity. A few minutes of performance... It's not actually a big theater, it's more private, and acquaintances often come over. Well, by the way,

I played guitar by the river, and I went for a walk there at night. I put the box on the ground, and a person sat on a chair and sang, while someone threw money into the box. The Danube River is very beautiful..."

"Make a lot of money?"

"It's quite a lot. It's enough for a good meal. The people there are very enthusiastic about music. In fact, my voice is not very good, but the songs are good. These songs... used to... uh..." she

After a pause, these songs were written by Jiaming before, and they were sung by the concept band for nearly a year...

"That teacher Julian who was at the airport today took care of you so much, why didn't you invite him to come with you?" Seeing that her daughter was unwilling to continue talking in this direction, Duan Jingxian quietly changed the topic.

"He has something to do today. The person picking him up is someone from the entertainment company who has arranged the hotel. It's such a rush today. Our family didn't prepare a grand ceremony. You and your father will be busy again by then.

"

"You dare to quibble. If you hadn't mentioned it in the previous phone call, how could you have appeared hasty? You said on the phone before that the teacher, who has such a high status, actually helped you arrange so many things, is really nice to you.

That's great, tomorrow... no, I'm going to invite him over for a meal today, and our family will thank him."

"OK, all right."

After chatting about various trivial matters for dozens of minutes, both mother and daughter deliberately avoided the most sensitive topics. After breakfast the next morning, Lingjing went to the hotel to say hello to Julian and others.

: "In the evening, come to my house for a meal. My parents have always wanted to formally thank you, teacher, for taking care of me over the past few years."

"When you meet a good student, it's part of your job... won't it be too troublesome?"

"No, then it's settled. I'll pick you up in the afternoon."

There are connections with the performing arts companies on both sides, and Julian also has strong connections in China, but after all, it is impossible to perform immediately when he comes back. Lingjing has a holiday, and the others have to be busy for a while. Wait until Lingjing

Jing left, and her friend Debi who followed Julian said: "It's still the same. If I really regarded you as a close person, I should have invited you last night. She always shows this kind of rejection inadvertently."

His personality thousands of miles away has spread throughout the music conservatory.^^

"That's the kind of personality that's charming, isn't it?" Julian laughed.

"You bastard man..." Debi shook his head and patted his shoulder, "You've got your hands full."

After leaving the hotel, Lingjing stood on the side of the road a little confused, not knowing where to go. In the past four years, many things in Jianghai have not changed much in her memory, but she just came back, and the people around her always have a sense of strangeness.

She walked along the roadside and bought a newspaper. In fact, it was a strange experience to buy a newspaper and read about such things. She had never paid attention to these things when she lived here before.

In fact, there are all the places I have thought about going to before, but when it comes time to actually set off, I suddenly become hesitant and scared. I wonder what I will see and what I will accept. Some images have been repeated over and over in my mind.

She had been imagining it for four years. She was unwilling to accept the results beyond her imagination, and she was not even willing to think about other results at the time. But by this time, this feeling of worrying about gains and losses was like a sudden wave of waves.

After walking around the streets for a long time, she got on the bus and headed to her original headquarters of the Shazhu Gang.

The door was closed tightly, and there was no one at all. At ten o'clock in the morning, the sun was shining brightly. Lingjing stood at the door and rang the doorbell for a long time. There was no movement in the familiar big house. She slumped her shoulders and felt in her heart.

A little disappointed, but also a little relaxed. "Maybe they have changed places..." Thinking like this, she turned back and went to the other side of the river and sea. Sacred Heart College.

Everything is as before. It is the time of summer vacation, the school gate is closed, the big square, only the gilded signboard has been renovated, and the flowers on the square have also changed to a new pattern. It is almost noon, and some students who are taking tutoring during the summer vacation have come from

Files came out of the small door next to them and rushed to the shops next to the square. Originally, Sacred Heart College did not offer such tutoring when they went to school. It is estimated that the pressure for further studies has become greater in recent years.

Detouring along the familiar road, a vegetable market that seemed to have been expanded appeared in front of her. The ceiling was replaced with a new one, and the stalls inside became tidier. At this time, there were not many vendors in the vegetable market. She was carrying her handbag

She stood on the roadside for a while. The vegetable market was not far from home. She used to come here often. But the vendors she was once familiar with could no longer be seen, or in other words, she no longer recognized them. A newly built store next to them was selling food.

She used to like cold cakes, so she bought some and carried them in her hands.

The houses on one side of the road have been newly renovated. They are now glowing with an unfamiliar lime white color. When she turns the corner of the road, the most familiar road appears in front of her. There are old and new houses on the roadside. In the distance, that

A video game room comes into view, with new curtains.

The sun was shining directly, and she walked over. It was difficult to move. Finally, she stopped at the door of the game room and looked at the scene in the game room. It was noon, and the business was not very good. The tall and thin boss sat behind the table selling game coins and buried his head.

While eating, she was no longer the same person. She saw a beautiful woman standing at the door and looking inside. Several people playing video games inside looked over. Lingjing stood for a while, turned around and walked away, her high heels on

There was a clicking sound on the newly tiled steps.

A new house was built next to it, and the facade on the first floor was obviously an Internet cafe. The stairs on the side of the game room were covered with moss. Lingjing stood there, her eyes red, thinking of a poem she had learned: The White Rabbit,

As I wander around, my clothes are not as good as new, and my people are not as good as before.

Suddenly, I discovered that everyone had left, things and people had changed, things and people had changed...

"Miss, do you want help?" A rather handsome young man walked out of the game room and asked in a nonchalant manner. Lingjing looked at him for a few seconds, then turned and walked up the stairs, her voice a little hoarse.

"I go home……"

"You live here? No one lives up here..."

The young man watched her walk up the stairs. When he found the key from his handbag and stretched it out, the key chain fell to the ground. The woman squatted on the ground for a while, and finally stood up again and reached out to open the door.

There was a creaking sound, and she stood at the door for a few seconds before walking in.

After returning home at four o'clock in the afternoon, Lingjing was in a daze. She was accompanied by Julian and others. Some of these people knew Chinese, but most still didn't. It was quite difficult to communicate.

However, seeing that the Ye family owns a martial arts gym, they each found their favorite sports outside, playing sandbags, doing fitness, and competing in the ring. Lingjing and her mother were washing and choosing vegetables in the kitchen, preparing dinner.

Later, he broke a bowl and was kicked out by his mother.

In fact, before coming back, I probably thought that I would not be able to find Jiaming when I went to the Sacred Heart. However, looking at the moss on the stairs, I still couldn't help but feel sad. I pushed the door in and saw that everything in the room was covered with moss.

The chairs, coffee table, bed, wardrobe, TV, etc. were all covered with white cloth. The dust accumulated on those white cloths showed that no one had lived here for a long time.

She opened up the white cloths, and everything was still in order, keeping the same appearance as when she left, without much change. The garbage was taken out, the dishes and chopsticks were washed cleanly and stacked in the kitchen cabinet, and the quilts were placed in the kitchen cabinet.

Folded on the bed, it was still the same bed she had left. But it looked like it had been cleaned. The only big change was that the contents of the refrigerator had been emptied. It could be seen that Jiaming had done a good job.

I left after cleaning everything.

She sat blankly on the sofa for two hours, turned on the TV and watched the rustling snowflakes inside. She didn't know what kind of mood she felt, disappointed or lost. This mood seems to still remain, no matter what is around her.

There were so many people there, she felt like she was in an empty room, with light shining in from the window. Dust was floating in the air, and it was as quiet as the end of the world.

Her mood was not high, and Julian and others could also tell that there were not many people who came to disturb her. During dinner, these people did not encourage Lingjing to drink and tell stories about Vienna. Zhu

Li An talked enthusiastically with Ye's father and Ye's mother, and Lingjing occasionally acted as an interpreter. After dinner, the mother and daughter cleared the table, and then Lingjing joked a few words in the living room and said sorry. She went into the bedroom and sat down. After a while,

, Julian also appeared at the door, with a warm smile.

"Isn't it hard to feel that things have changed since you haven't been back for four years?"

"Sorry." Lingjing forced a smile, "I'm...not in a good state today."

"I understand, I don't have to tell you, but... I just want to tell you that many people are caring about you. If you have any questions, you can come to me at any time. I have always been good at listening."

"Thanks."

After saying two sentences, he conveyed his concern. Without further entanglement, he turned and left. After a while, his mother, who had finished washing the dishes, walked in, sat down by the bed, looked at her for a long time, and then asked:

"What's wrong? Where did you go today?"

"Mom..." Looking at her mother who was looking at her with a smile, Lingjing frowned. After a moment, she finally took a deep breath. "Jia Ming and Sha Sha... how are they doing now?"

Duan Jingxian's eyes trembled, then turned into a touch of tenderness and pity. She reached out and touched her daughter's cheek: "I knew you would ask, but... you really don't know..."

"What... happened to them?"

"Wait a minute, I'll show you something."
To be continued...