那一年錢塘江畔的烟花节, 烟花還沒開始, 就已經很多很多人,他牵着她的手默默地在錢塘江畔走著,滿心喜歡，烟花么绚丽，那么灿烂,仿佛只是為他們倆盛開. 回去的公車站等車,他坐在她的旁邊,路燈映著她的臉頰, 她笑起來地樣子,恍若五彩朝霞,他呆呆地看著.

 

她生日,好多朋友一起為她慶祝,大家一起玩遊戲,很開心,轉湯匙,轉到了他,要表演節目,有些緊張,他看了看大家潤了潤嗓子,然後看著她,有些怯生生地開唱:"And I love you so, the people ask me how,how I live till now, I tell them I don't know..." 唱畢,大家鼓掌,他捉住了她的手,她只是傻傻地笑...

 

校門口,傍晚時分,下起了雪,他們蹦蹦跳跳,到了路燈下,雪花漫漫悠悠地從路燈下飄下來,五光十色,他們像兩個孩子一樣,充滿了好奇,抬頭呆呆看著,兩旁有路人經過,不解著看著路燈.

 

她要他给她打分，他想了想:"80分吧", 她心里有些难过，心想:'才这么点嘛？'他说:"A lifelong relationship would never stop growing." 她噘了噘嘴:"嗯，那好吧，我接受，我就给你打79，好好努力吧~"

 

小區門口,要去新房子那邊,她去銀行ATM机取錢,他領著一個大箱子,他朝她喊:那我去等車了!,她沒聽清:我去取錢呀!他說:那我等會你!她說:那你去等車呀! 後來在車上了,他有些委屈地說給她聽剛才的狀况, 她忍不住笑了起來,.

 

第一次去他家,她有些擔心他媽媽會不會喜歡,他拍拍胸脯讓她放心,他媽媽開心地忙來忙去準備吃的,發現新大陸般地私下里和他說:我們連腳都差不多一樣大呢,都穿36碼!

 

她爸爸來杭州玩,第一次見到他,後來她上樓,他們兩個在她宿舍樓下一起聊天,她爸爸誇她女兒,說了好多她小時候的事情.後來他怯生生地問她關于她父親對他的印象,她開心地說:贊不絕口...

 

他有時候像個孩子一樣,旁若無人地說一些很好玩的事情,有時候甚至很奇怪的動作,然後一臉無辜,她總是開心地捧腹大笑,如果每天都有這樣的笑容,生活該是多麽的簡單和輕鬆,他心裏默默想.

 

他們的生活很平凡,但是他們總是能找到生活中一起相處的樂趣,她叫他小新,因爲第一次她覺得他呆頭呆腦的. 他叫她春靜,她說:第一次這樣叫她的時候就讓她感覺的很窩心.

 

她美麗善良,活潑開朗,總是樂于幫助別人.每一個人的一生中或許有好幾次和別人交集的時候,可是只有那麽一次機會,會有兩條真正地相交會, 對他來說, 遇上她,是那麽的幸運.

 

"now, it's the right time, right place and right girl..."

我就是呆頭呆腦的小新,"春靜,嫁  給  我  吧!"

I had a horrible dream last night, it’s so close that I still feel sick with the still air in the last action and could not totally get it rid of even now, the story, in the dream, starts with:

 ---

"With my older brother and father, we visited our uncle’s house in the countryside. When the light was getting dark, we were about to get back, but there was nobody outside, and of course no car to deliver us back, so all of us thought this time we might have to walk back, but it’s quite a long way. Suddenly, one carriage came, it was like a horse carriage in the middle century, but anyway, it still looked fortunate for us. So we got into the carriage without hesitation, and it quickly rode us on the way home direction.

 

It's getting dark and dark, we came through a place like a forest, dull and soundless. For some time, we arrived a place at the end of the forest, I knew I ever came here before but could not name it or tell when and how. There were some people over there drinking and talking, one of them should be my father’s acquaintance as my father jumped out the carriage to the man, left us behind, my father talked to him and joined them for drinking but suddenly all the people disappeared but my father and the man, the man quickly took out a package under the table and asked my father to deliver it to NY, then disappeared quickly. My father was alone and unwrapped the package on the table carefully under the dimmed light, when it was opened I saw clearly inside there was a hand of human being, cut bloody from the wrist.

 

My father looked pale but unhurriedly took a pen and wrote down two words on the paper: “No Solution”(“無解”)

 ---

Then I woke up with a start, it was 3am in the morning, the dimmed street light was casted through the window screen to the wallboard, looked awfully pale.