Don't care too much about your looks, because the ability is not written on your face

The water is too blue, so the misses roam out of the horizon.

The wind is left in the woods, so the leaves like to sing love songs.

The sunlight polishes the pebbles, so the memories sink more and more.

The rain wants to take a look at the lover, so it defiantly falls to the umbrella.

These are the affairs of your heart, only I can read and understand, others go too fast to see.

During the day your shadow are at your own feet, and at night your shadow becomes night, wrapping my sleep.

1. I wish there was someone like you

I wish there was someone like you. As bright and refreshing as the morning in the mountains, as the sunshine on the road to the ancient city, warm and not hot, covering all my skin. From the beginning to the night, from the mountains to the study, the answer to all questions is simple. I want someone like you to carry out the future and count the highway signs of life.

Guanchun is the greatest roadie I know.

He runs a small bar, but the house was bought when prices were very low in Nanjing and there was no rent, so it was not too stressful to run.

He and his girlfriend Mao often quarrel, once to persuade the fight and dine, I dined with them in a restaurant. The two of them looked at each other angrily, I buried my head and ate hard, Guan Chun dropped his chopsticks and rushed to the toilet, and did not move for half an hour. Mao Mao called, but his cell phone on the dining table, to go to the toilet to find also no one.

Mao Mao gritted his teeth and thought the dog had escaped. He ended up running in from the restaurant door sweating profusely, and everyone was stunned. He whispered that after going to the toilet to think about the words of the quarrel, think well after a strong run back, do not know how to cross the corridor to the Xinhua Bookstore, people pointed out that he walked to the square of Zhenghong Street. Finally, I thought of a tough move, so I took a taxi. The driver drove all the way and had not heard of this restaurant, depicting half a day has been driven to the Gulou, had to change the car again, to find back.

In the new street to eat, a toilet lost lost to the Drum Tower.

Mao Mao was so angry that he laughed.

The reason they often quarrel is that the bar business is not good, Mao Mao feels that it is better to simply change hands and buy a house to prepare for marriage. But Guanchun thought the bar was not doing well, but it was his own work, so he was not happy to sell it.

At that time, I was a senior in college, and what they were arguing about was too far away from me to intervene.

The two of them broke up in 2003. Mao Mao found a furniture dealer, Changzhou people. This is all the information I know.

And Guanchun still kept the little bar.

This bitch, thanks to me to talk to her about marriage. This bitch, left a pile of rags to go. This bitch, left clean instead. This bitch, when leaving a few tears still have a conscience."

I said, "Bitch is too hard to hear."

Guan Chun was silent for a while and said, "This shrew." After saying that, he cried and said, "I really want this shrew ah."

I had just graduated that year and drank at his place every day until I was in pieces. Late one night, I drank high, he did not touch a drop of wine, help me into his second-hand Palio, said to his home to drink with me.

When I woke up in the morning, the car was parked in the grass by the national highway, and I was greeted by a stone monument, which read Anhui border.

I was so shocked that I lost my sense of humor and asked him what was going on. Guan Chun rubbed his eyes and said.

"I got on the wrong elevated entrance." I said, "Then come down." He said shyly, "I came down, but I got off the wrong elevated crossing again."

I felt that my mind was blank.

Guan Chun said, "Why do I always have trouble finding my way?"

I tried to calm down and said, "It's okay."

Guanchun said, "I figured it out, I can't find my own way, but Mao found it. She told me that she used to love me, but love changes, and she now loves that old man. I have been angry, this is not a change of heart, how to justify it? Now I've figured out that a change of heart is something that neither she nor I can control. Even if I shouted, "Don't you fucking change your mind! And she won't change her mind? I X change my mind!"

I said, "You don't see the signs? When there are signs, it's time to sew."

Guan Chun shook his head, suddenly jumped: "Sewing balls! It's all in the past, why are we still talking about this? Anyway, although I figured it out, but don't let me meet this bitch ...... this shrew!"

I think this is not you started it! After a while, I asked, "How much money do you have on you?" He replied four thousand. I counted myself more than three thousand, excitedly said: "I have a good plan, or we will drive all the way down, encounter the intersection on the coin toss, heads to the left, tails to the right, not in the mood to throw it continue to go straight."

Day after day, no goal. Bumping and shouting, suddenly silent, suddenly noisy, suddenly in the town to chew roast chicken, suddenly in the city bubble bar, difficult through Jiangxi, turn back to Zhejiang, diagonally into Fujian. The road passes through scenic rape fields, villages built against the mountains, narrow field roads with water berms on both sides, dirt roads without a single street light, moonlight breaking the shadows of the trees, and many times encountering wooden signs that say "this road is impassable".

Almost to Longyan car broke down, the hood of the faint black smoke, so that we both dare not ignite. Guan Chun sighed and said, "Just no money, the car should also be the end of life, find a garage can sell how much is how much, and then we buy train tickets back to Nanjing."

Finally sold more than a thousand. Before towing away, Guan Chun opened the trunk and said dully, "Look." I took a look, it was a pile of objects left by Mao Mao: photo albums, postcards, tea cups, blankets, and even a toothbrush.

"Bang", Guan Chun heavily covered the trunk, said: "drag away, the master does not want to see her from now on. Even if we meet, if there is no accident, it will be a slap in the face."

I said hesitantly, "Don't want all this?"

Guan Chun threw me a postcard and said, "Mao Mao and I met when she was in college in Shanghai. Mao Mao liked a quote you wrote and copied it on a postcard and sent it to me, saying it was her request to me. Bullshit request, I didn't do it, and gave it back to you."

I casually stuffed it into my backpack.

The tow truck hauled away with an abandoned Palio and a load of memories.

Guan Chun stood for a long time by the side of the smoky national road.

I wondered if he was deliberately carrying a load of memories, driving to the farthest place he could reach, and then abandoning them all?

Back in Nanjing, Guan Chun tried his best to take care of the bar, and the bar business started to boom, and it was full every day without weekends. He saved a year's money to buy a Passat, and the bar business has become very stable, so his sister took care of it, and he took his friends for a ride.

The summer night at the top of the mountain, playing together with friends said, Mao Mao is finished. I glance at the tube spring, his face expressionless, on the courage to ask the details. My friend said that Mao's husband bought land in Henan to do the project, encountered a fraud, no land certificate, ten million investment is estimated to be wasted, and people around to settle the matter.

After a while, I sporadically learned that Mao's husband went bankrupt, the bank began to auction their house.

The tube spring sneer, deserved.

One day we passed by the apartment building, Guan Chun a sharp brake, pointing to the front of a large Cherokee slowly pulled over and said, "Look, the shrew's husband's car, probably to be towed away by the court."

The Cherokee parked, Mao got out and walked away very slowly. I could seem to hear her sobbing.

Guanchun turned his head and said, "Seat belt."

I subconsciously buckle up, Guan Chun hey a smile, roared: "I X change of heart his master!"

Then a foot of throttle, rushing Cherokee hit.

Two people are fine, the airbag popped to the face, smashing my glasses do not know where to fly. A voice in my mind was roaring like crazy: this son of a bitch! This son of a bitch! This son of a bitch! If I die, I must go to your bar to haunt!

Pedestrians have gathered around. I can see a few dozen meters away from Mao's frightened white face, and a meter within the Guan Chun's hideous face.

To get a moment of pain, Guan Chun had to sell the bar.

The bar changed hands through an intermediary, the whole one million, seven hundred and fifty thousand to pay Mao Mao. He took the remaining 200,000 or so, and a few music friends to go to various cities to open small concerts. It is said to be the local literary style bar, open a loss of five thousand.

Seeing the rhythm of this dumping, I sincerely praise, really bull X ah.

I also left Nanjing and wandered around Beijing and Shanghai. The phone of the tube spring never can be reached, on QQ, see the goods occasionally in, just a few simple chat.

I always had questions in my mind, and finally couldn't hold back and asked him, "Do you want to have a good time when you crash a car?"

The company's main goal is to provide the best possible service to its customers.

I said, "If you pay her $750,000, is that so she can at least keep some money for herself?"

Guan Chun did not immediately reply, and sent a cool expression, half a day later said: "Maybe, anyway, I hit a very good."

After that, the grandson went offline, leaving a gray avatar.

I had a whim and pulled out the postcard from my tattered backpack, which read.

I wish I had someone like you. As bright and refreshing as the morning in the mountains, as the sunshine on the road to the old city, warm but not hot, covering all my skin. From the beginning to the night, from the mountains to the study, the answer to all questions is simple. I want someone like you to carry out the future and count the highway signs of life.

I looked out the window of Beijing, it was snowing.

I can't mix it up, I'll go back to Nanjing after two years. Not a month, probably spent all the money, Guanchun also returned, temporarily living in my rented house. The two of us watched a few days of TV dramas and had a sudden urge to go to that bar.

Into the bar, basically no guests, on a girl at the bar in the skilled rubbing glasses.

Guan Chun jerked to a halt. I look closely, the girl is Mao Mao.

Mao Mao looked up, smiled and said, "Why do you have time to come?"

Guan Chun turned around and left, but I pulled him back.

Mao Mao said: "When you hit my car, in fact, I have broken up. He refused to get a marriage license with me, and as for why, I don't even want to ask why. After the breakup, he gave me a few years of driving a Grand Cherokee, I used the money you paid me, and parents borrowed the money they wanted to buy a house for me, to buy the bar back again."

Mao Mao said, "Buy back also a year, is no customers."

Guan Chun's mouth kept opening and closing silently, and from his mouth shape, I could recognize three words repeating: "This shrew ......"

Mao Mao put down the cup, tears fell and said, "I can't do business, can you marry me?"

Guan Chun turned his back on Mao Mao, his body stiffened, and I was afraid he would rush over to slap Mao Mao and hold on to him tightly.

Guan Chun nodded his head.

This is the grandest nod I have ever seen. Centimeter by centimeter down, centimeter by centimeter up, and then centimeter by centimeter down, slowly and firmly.

Guan Chun turned around, his face full of tears, and said, "Mao Mao, are you having a hard time? Can I marry you?"

I know people on the other side will not understand. In fact, a love does not need to be understood by others.

"I love you" is three words, three words that make up the most complicated sentence.

Some people hide it in their hearts, some people say it out loud. The actual fact is that you will be able to find out more about the actual situation.

But no one else in the world is waiting. It's like this: One wait, and rain will fall all over the one-way street, unable to find the right signpost. A wait, life will be written full of misspellings, can not see the flashy cover.

The world does not know who is waiting for whom.

And Guanchun is waiting for Mao Mao.

I wish there was someone like you. In this world, someone's love is like the fresh wind in the mountains, someone's love is like the warm sunshine in the ancient city. But it doesn't matter, it's good that it's you in the end.

From the beginning to the night, from the mountains to the study, the answer to all questions is simple. So Guanchun nodded his head.

Then, there will always be someone to nod to you, carry out the future, count the highway signs of life.