Three days later, I received the bad news: Wang Lei was reluctant to come out, and she clashed with the guests, and in the chaos, she was hit in the head by a wine bottle and lost her breath on the way to the hospital.


    The police were very efficient, and the murderer who accidentally killed Wang Lei was quickly arrested. As the only person in the city who has a relationship with Wang Lei, I received her relics, and there were not many things, so I took her tablet and a notebook that she used to take notes.


    I know from the book that the 190,000 yuan is all her savings for more than a year, and the money she earned in the past few years was used to donate to a school in her hometown in Sichuan, and the students were orphans who lost their parents in the earthquake like her.


    On the day the bar parted, she wrote: "Before 512, I had a happy family, my father was engaged in building materials, my mother was married to her children, the family was never short of money, and I was a princess in the eyes of everyone." After 512, everything changed, and the only thing that didn''t change was that I became a "princess". When I have insomnia, I often wonder what life would have been like now if it hadn''t been for the earthquake of ''08. Maybe it''s this city and my identity, I can''t believe in feelings, I can''t believe that there are still a group of people who can live so carelessly in Dali. But this time, I am really very excited, and I hope that there will be a man who loves me and is loved by me, and takes me on a motorcycle to spend my time on the shore of Erhai Lake and under Cangshan Mountain. If we can open an inn in Dali together, wouldn''t this life be worth it? ”


    At this moment, I couldn''t cry, my mind was full of Wang Lei''s short and unfortunate life, as well as her unfinished dreams


    Wang Lei''s sudden death made me think more about life. I asked myself over and over again, how the hell am I supposed to live? Is it true that people like me are dead ends in the big city? It''s not that extreme, but I''m certainly not going to be happy, and there are countless painful memories here. I don''t have much hope of making enough money to gain a foothold here, and I seem to be living in a whirlpool of right and wrong, right and wrong, struggling to cope.


    I struggled to find the song I heard in the bar, because it was in that bar that I saw Wang Lei alive for the last time, and its melody and lyrics constituted my last impression of Wang Lei. I finally knew that it was Wang Feng''s song, called Goodbye, Twentieth Century.


    Putting on my headphones, turning up the volume to the maximum, and playing the song repeatedly, I took a taxi, bus, subway, trying to see every corner of the city, and finally stopped at the Bund, where I was surrounded by all kinds of people and cars, and the Huangpu River was at my feet.


    The transition between day and night was so fast that it seemed like it was just a cigarette, and the lights replaced the afterglow of the setting sun and became everything in the city. In a trance, the towering buildings became one tree after another, forming an urban forest, and the corner of the wall where I sat became the most ventilated place, threatening from all sides, and no one was willing to stand beside me.


    I''m tired, and the pain is enough, I''m going to Dali, I must be happy. Although Wang Lei is gone, her dream is still there.


    There was a bell ringing, it was my dad calling, I lit a cigarette, and connected: "Dad." ”


    "Have you eaten?"


    "Eat, today a colleague got married, went to the wedding banquet."


    "How''s your work going?"


    I didn''t want to disappoint him, so I gritted my teeth and said, "It''s good." ”If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.


    "That''s good, I know it''s not easy for you to be in Shanghai, but Lu Jia is also a big man, don''t drag others like this, find a time to get married."


    I''m still lying: "I''m afraid it won''t work this year, Lu Jia has a job transfer, she went abroad, just last week." ”


    "Go abroad! It''s a long way away, and if something is going to happen, didn''t you keep her? ”


    I replied with a smile: "Don''t worry, Lu Jia is not the kind of fickle girl, our relationship in the past four years is here, how can we say that something will happen!" ”


    There was silence on the other end of the phone, and he said for a while: "Your mother and I are both retired workers, and we can''t help you much, you should pay attention to yourself and be sincere to other girls." ”


    "Yes."


    "Take Lu Jia back to us for the Chinese New Year this year, it''s lively here, and there is a New Year''s look."


    "Let''s talk about the New Year, it''s not certain that she won''t come back."


    After chatting for a while, he hung up the phone. After thinking about it again and again, I plucked up the courage to call Lu Jia''s number. It was the first time I''ve done that since she left.


    The soft female voice came: "The number you dialed has been discontinued" I seem to see Lu Jia eager to break up the relationship with me, I shouldn''t want to pester her, I just want to ask her to lie, by the way, ask her how she is doing?


    Throwing away the phone, I lay down on the ground, and I saw the night sky with only the moon, like a mirror, reflecting my own sparse self. Is life sinister or good? If it is full of kindness, then why would such a good woman as Wang Lei go so painfully and unwillingly?


    I want to cry, but I don''t want to shed a single tear for this f*ck*ng life.


    I quit my job, quit my rent, and burned all my memories of Shanghai on the rooftop.


    I packed my luggage and went to the train station, the next stop: Dali.


    Just as I was about to check the ticket, the former leader Huang Heping called me, he was kind to me, and I didn''t hide my next plan from him.


    ”I thought that the work was not handed over clearly, so I answered the phone with doubts and asked, "Mr. Huang, is there something wrong?" ”


    "Did you get on the train?"


    "I''m ready to check in."


    "Don''t check the ticket first, I have a friend''s daughter who has to drive to Dali, and the family is in trouble, you say that this road is thousands of kilometers, how can you rest assured that a little girl. It just so happens that you are also going, you change the way, and there is a care on the way. ”


    ”I thought about it for a while: this little girl is bold and willful enough, thousands of kilometers are not so easy to drive, especially in Hunan and Guizhou, which are all winding mountain highways, and people are particularly prone to fatigue. It also rains a lot this summer, and the road is more dangerous, so it''s no wonder her family is worried. So he replied: "It''s okay to go by car, I refunded the ticket." How do you contact her? ”


    "I''ll tell her and push her WeChat to you. You contact her to set off together, and I will be responsible for the expenses on the way. ”


    I added the girl''s WeChat, and the other party asked me to refund the ticket first, and she came to the train station to pick me up and set off directly. Half an hour later, a white land patrol stopped next to me, and a girl got out of the car, looked me up and down, and asked, "You were introduced by Uncle Huang, Uncle Mi who went to Dali together?" ”


    "I am not of the same generation as your Uncle Huang."


    As I spoke, I motioned for her to open the trunk, but she took off her sunglasses, then leaned back and peered at me in an awkward position as I was tightly covered by the brim of my hat.


    "A generation higher than Uncle Huang! That is: Grandpa Mi? ”


    I also looked at her, she was wearing a ball head, visually measuring her height above 165, her skin was good and she could pinch out collagen at any time, and the youthful vitality she showed on her body was more like an unknown world, completely different from Wang Lei or Lu Jia.


    ”She laughed enough, and then said to me: "I know that the next 3,000 kilometers, it will definitely not be so easy to do, we uphold the principle of respecting the old and loving the young, I believe we can still achieve a pleasant journey." ”


    ”I ignored her ridicule, looked at the car, and changed the topic: "The new car, very good, quite suitable for running mountain roads." ”


    ”She replied with a slight smugness: "Of course, my dad gave me a 20th birthday gift, and I chose it myself." ”


    I nodded, I knew a little more about this girl in her early 20s, and chose a hard-core off-road car behind it, which should be a wild and unrestrained youthful heart, and her family also doted on her. If you just like to be in the limelight, you can buy a BMW X6 at the same price, or a low-spec Cayenne.


    "Grandpa Mi, can you go?"


    I threw my luggage into the trunk of the car, opened the passenger door against the scorching sun, and this nearly 3,000-kilometer journey began.