The sunshine in Guangzhou City is unbelievably bright, and the flowers prepared for the Asian Games are still clustered together, filling almost any place you can think of.
I held a big bowl with a Santa Claus pattern, and while picking out the fungus hidden in the noodles and stuffing it into my mouth, I turned on the computer and plugged in the hard drive.
One hour and fifty minutes, "New york, je t'aime".
Once L was preparing the thesis, and at the same time, he was always trying to encourage me to take the G test and the IELTS test. He also repeatedly asked me to watch this so-called twelve-act play. According to him, it was to cultivate me to yearn for NY again, and to apply for an offer. spark. And as usual, I was perfunctory one after another, but the movie was downloaded from the VeryCD and saved on the hard disk for one year.
Now that L has received the DD, he said in a message on MSN: After the graduation ceremony, when he returned to the dormitory, he suddenly realized that he had become neither Chinese nor Western, neither local nor foreign, and seemed like a person without roots.
Across mountains, rivers, and the entire Pacific Ocean, he kept asking me, ViVi, where do you think the next stop should be? Where is home?
And I stared blankly at the Statue of Liberty and the Empire State Building flashing on the screen, as if I saw L open a door in a fleet of yellow taxis, and the driver with a middle-eastern face with maroon curly hair returned. Too much, English with a heavy reflex: where shall we going?
where shall we go?
Oh, just like a movie, it seems that the opening of all city stories can be told from a taxi, and the journey to a new city can also start from stepping into the taxi with luggage.
Paris, New York, Melbourne, Tokyo, Shanghai, Kuala Lumpur... Which city has no story?
In the similar joys and sorrows dramas staged in different cities, which person is not an actor?
So I like this kind of creativity. In the alternate plots, it seems that no one is the protagonist, no one has changed anyone's destiny, but there are always so many traces of emotion and sadness, which inadvertently penetrate into each other's lives.
In different neighborhoods of the city, in the scattered pictures, there are highly skilled thieves on the street, a producer wearing headphones to write the soundtrack, a down-and-out painter with blank eyes, a divorced father who is mistaken for a nanny, and a lonely China A girl, a young man who has no money but decides to realize his girlfriend's dream of Rome, an old couple who bickers all the way, but hugs each other and looks at the sea in the strong wind...
I love the city, but does it love me?
When I put aside this question that I have always been confused about, followed the example of little Teya, covered my eyes with my left and right hands, and looked at the world with one eye, I suddenly felt that I should tell L: In fact, every place and every city can be warm, You call it home, and it is home.
Because, drama is like life, you never know what's going to happen in the next second, right?
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