The best time

Later, the story has drama. Always a friend of the clumsy hunter, is being pursued like a dog by a girl. The girl's romantic moves, compared to his "sunflower book" entries, but also complex. He could hardly withstand the impenetrable chase. Around the brothers are envious of him, said, your boy is a good scar forget the pain, there is such a beautiful, but also do not quickly marry the girl home, so dragged, careful others heart cold turn.

Friends but a face of bitterness, said, unfortunately, moved is not feelings. Finished the heart thriller, hard memories, finally remembered a long time ago that "first love", he had been thrown the same sentence. But how did not think, feng shui turns, it is their turn, but also so desperate want to escape. Like, uh, a female cat trying to get away, pursued by a male cat in heat.

At that moment, the friend finally understood that moved and feelings, a word difference, but the original, is such love and hate crazy entangled appearance.

Think of a period of time, hair mold love.

Many years ago, when I just read college, a roommate named Liang, she had a boyfriend who loved each other very much, in the town of her hometown, because she did not enter the university, can only do at home to be despised unemployed youth. But this childhood love affair, and not because of the distance between education and distance, and there is a gap, but therefore like the mellow wine, in the cellar of time, more and more intense.

I remember the cool, almost every weekend, would do more than three hours of bus, back to see her boyfriend. Sometimes her boyfriend, will also come over, the two people like those happy student couples on campus, ten fingers interlocking, close to each other, almost all places that can leave romantic footprints, there will be their arrival figure. We, the girls who have just begun to love, were once slightly jealous of their sweetness. At night, the content of the sleeping talk was almost all about them, but at that time, Liang was only intoxicated with the melancholy and tenderness of love, for our chirpy immature discussion and inquiry, but it was a calm smile, and then a turn, back to the light blue curtain, gently to aftertaste the delicate shame of the day.

Half a year later, on a weekend, in the early morning, when I was sleepily awake, I suddenly heard someone knocking at the door in a hurry, crying aloud, hurriedly getting out of bed to open the door, and cold suddenly jumped into my arms. I carefully coax her, said, cool, don't cry, don't cry, is the boyfriend made you angry? The next time he comes, the eight of us, the sisters, will blackmail him. Liang cried on my shoulder for a long time before biting his lower lip and struggling to utter a few words: He, to be engaged!

This news, tantamount to a bomb, not only in the cold heart, exploded a huge gap, let those desperate tears, poured out, but also even we irrelevant passers-by, almost swept into.

Almost every day, Liang frantically called her boyfriend's parents, begging them to let the love go. At first, Liang's parents politely persuaded her that they were no longer on the same flight of stairs and that she should continue to climb without worrying about their son, who might never leave town; Later, they lost patience, heard it was her, and immediately hung up impatiently.

Just when Liang could hardly bear it, her boyfriend, the day before the engagement, stole out of town and came to school to look for her. Like a man who falls into the abyss, suddenly grabs a life-saving vine, even if his hand is crossed by thousands of swords, he will not let go for a second.

Liang's final decision scared us all. In order to be able to walk one flight of stairs with her boyfriend, Liang decided to drop out of school and stop studying. Her boyfriend, also had a bit of hesitation, whether to let cool make such a big sacrifice, and cool, only gently said a sentence: you can give up the face of the whole family for me, I can also give up for you, compared with love, in fact, is just a fleeting glory.

Cool in this way, resolutely handled the dropout procedures, even with us to say goodbye, and her boyfriend, went to Xi 'an "honeymoon trip." Despite the shock of Liang's decision, we still have a slight yearning and jealousy, just like watching the old Hollywood movie "Bonnie and Clyde", knowing that their every step is taboo for us, but looking up at the screen in the dark, or for such a thrilling pair of lovers, full of deep infatuated and deep feeling.

After that, we got very little news. This legendary love story, here, should be the best one to end. Occasionally, I think of Liang, think of her pure and fiery eyes, think of the autumn night, the worm song gradually cool down, we sit on the high roof, talking about the love that is willing to run for a lifetime, such years, I believe that Liang will always remember, just like, the other seven girls who have shared the secret of love with her, have always taken her love as a model of pure love, Deep in the heart, and in this way, comfort their own occasionally lost in the material desire of the soul.

Then one day, I was on the Internet, accidentally met a cold. Asked how she was doing, she said that both families had agreed, and that they had finally gotten married as they wished. I followed up with a question: Then, after marriage, do you have any plans? The cool there, silent for a long time, only to say, temporarily, do some small business, there is no university certificate, we, after all, still feel that it is difficult to go. Just like, when there was no marriage certificate, we were wandering around outside, the heart was not safe.

I don't know how to continue the conversation with Liang, is to comfort her, or sympathize with her? Life is theirs, we outsiders, and how to participate, in the end, or like a drop of oil, floating on it, can never be immersed in the unfathomable bottom.

But I still with a kind of curiosity to discover the secret core, open the cool Q space. Then I saw the one-sentence log: Who was it that disturbed the most beautiful time of my college?

And I, finally from this sentence, understand that love, it in life, gallop is more intense, stop, inertia, the more will our memory, long pull back, that is no longer possible good times.

But often, we understand so late.

Once in the Civil Affairs Bureau, I met a divorced couple.

It must be the man who first proposed divorce, and the woman must have cried and made a big noise, but the man has made up his mind, so his concentration is very strong, like a pine tree, standing on the mountain opposite her, she can not change him in any case. So the men are almost waiting outside the Civil Affairs Bureau when it is not working. Until the hour hand points to the ninth, the Civil Affairs Bureau staff has not yet sat down, the man can not wait to all the necessary procedures are asked again in detail.

The man's voice was firm, calm, with the faint joy of victory in hand. On the opposite wall is written a poem to comfort the sad: Gathering, parting and uniting are all related to love. But for men, it is superfluous. He doesn't need anyone to comfort him. From the dialogue between the man and the clerk, I learned that he was a small businessman who resigned from a public institution and ran a shop by himself, which was not good or bad. Women, on the other hand, are unemployed housewives. Their son, he hasn't graduated from college. This should be a stable family, in a small ship, walking the course of life, and did not hit the reef shipwreck accident, but in the wind and sun sailing, something happened. And even the last hope of repair is gone.

The man quickly filled out every form and waited for the woman to arrive and sign her name. Such full agency, perhaps in their marriage model, has been carried out for a long time. He takes care of all the big things in his life. At the beginning of his layoff, he had no one to comfort him. He tried his best to earn a living, just like in the rush hour bus, to grab a seat, but no one can see his hard work. The woman who set out together in the registration office was gradually dropped by him and became an inconspicuous faded ornament on the curtain.

The woman arrived half an hour later. Sure enough to confirm my imagination, compared with the clean clothes of men, women can almost be described as sloppy. There were specks of dandruff in his unkempt hair, and some of them were scattered on his dull shoulders. They're supposed to be a couple of the same age, and it looks like the woman is at least five years older than the man. The man came to divorce, but also neatly played a red tie, do not know, look at his suit and tie dress, think he is going to another cubicle across the corridor, for marriage.

At that time, I saw a young and bright couple in the photo booth next door, taking photos of the couple on their marriage certificate. The happiness of two people will fill the small photo room. Even the people who stood in the doorway and caught a glimpse of them were jealous. And the woman, just standing around, waiting to take the single color photo on the divorce certificate. The man is already ready, but the woman still forgets to bring. Or, not forgetting, she has a knack for making a mess of her life. The moment of the photograph, the woman is still wilting, eyes without luster, as if a long time ago, to the side of everything, surrender. The photographer on such a person, also infected with sloppy, only in the lens in a hurry to look, then press the shutter.

Women speak very little from beginning to end. But with a particular sound, it caught a lot of people's attention. Her nose, which was always twitching annoyingly, seemed to have a snot, which flowed out, almost to the lips, and felt wrong, a sniff, and went back. Even the inefficient clerk was tired of this back-and-forth sound, and refused to speak, but quickly moved his finger to the place where the woman's signature was needed, and that gesture had the meaning of driving away visitors.

Women's laziness, when it is a long time. So long ago that even she herself had forgotten the shyness and cleanliness of her marriage. At that time they walked together, a boat, a paddle, the boat on the river, leisurely forward, is the eyes of others, very beautiful scenery. Later, some large and small winds and waves gradually dispersed the two people. The man has a bigger ship to command, but the woman is clinging to the old gray wooden boat, lazy coasting. She did not even paddle, but let the wind and waves blow, until one day she looked up and saw a man in a big boat coming towards her. Only, he did not come to pick her up, but to bid her a permanent farewell.

In the corridors of the Civil Affairs Bureau, plastic arrows are pasted. Red points to the marriage, blue points to the divorce. The two lines run long and parallel, from the first floor to the second floor. Like the red belt sent by relatives and friends at the beginning of the voyage, the two people are tied together, but it is still on the blue vast sea, and finally separate, respectively.

The abandoned woman, only know secretly crying, but do not know to be mercilessly dropped by another, was originally too slow, will lose him. Even here at the divorce office, when all the formalities were finished, he did not even have the last hint of friendship to hold the heavy glass door for her, so he slammed the door open and hurried downstairs.

The closing of this door separates them forever and completely from this noisy world.