Gentle life

Morning, to the Underground station.
Back through the Lianhua Road, because of the time too early, walk the streets of the shops are mostly not open the door.
Far the most prosperous sections of the city, in the morning is so quiet.
Bar street is open, Shanghai Guan Tang packages and the aroma of braised pork on rice in Taiwan nostrils.

How long out? Have not seen this road quiet.
There have been numerous times through this street, form, color rush of people coming towards my face. Along the way there are beautiful women dressed, has unkempt beggar. At night, the street is a hive of bars, one after another.

Half way, then remembered the breakfast.
Long time did not use the service shop near the crossing of the rice rolls, from the first to eat, they love. Do not want to go back, continue forward, want to buy ZEN cake for breakfast. After the closing, to see a new cafe opened, the door selling rice rolls. So sit down and see the boss moves deft brush pulp, on the drawer. Always thought he was lazy, too lazy to try new things. May forget the past, when the love thing, they do not want to try the other.

End up with a while rice rolls.
Did not pass the house and smooth, the taste is not bad. Boss warm a cup of tea, thank surprised, suddenly Heart goodwill.
After a fruit shop, see the strawberry and mango, or not to buy. To the nearest supermarket to buy sago and lily, look for a long time not see Ben Tre coconut candy. Wuhan dry noodles osmanthus paste prices have risen, ZEN do not want to eat cake. Around a large circle, back to the original location, to return to ride the bus station.

Step a look around. The city and I almost did not come that year how to change.
This section of the road, from the initial find, can now go eyes closed. Walking along the street, or even come across people you know. These remind me that in this city for many years. To see when the road is already clear, just remember that many times, a person to go unconscious, in the crowded junction, only to find a not a person, also fell in love with a city of reasons.

Speaking of spring, whether to Xiamen in the work of the tangle, as I only listen, not comment.
Each person will face the same thing to make a different choice. But no one has the right to substitute another life.
Married quietly in the fall, winter and changed jobs. Sometimes feel that those who are or what happened yesterday, we watch the World Cup together, cooking, chatting, slapstick.

Long time never see him write the words for me.
Many words that I said. He recalled one by one. Kazakhstan Mount flavor of ice plant, the taste I do not remember fast, but him?
One night and he met, he said, though quickly do not know me.
And before long, he said, had thought through my words I read, with the attendant joy, followed worry, was trapped inside my text.
I said, I Quanzhuo him, but advised not own.
He said sorry, a person would rather own pain, do not want to see me sad. I own a little better.
Four years later, again to see those words, they are quietly lying there, but suddenly one day no longer afraid of not seen.
Perhaps the president to stay in my memory, but if some day, time for the memory obscured, how should I do?

Recently before bedtime, but I think of the ring that I hope I fell asleep, put his hands empty, the body relax, brow Shu open mouth smile. Reading lines so sleep in the past.
Some people say a man is happy, he woke up to see the expression. I woke up, all dazed trance.
This is happiness, or not happy?

Shu Yu, said in Chengdu in March.
From the spring cherry, peach, rape to the autumn chrysanthemum.
I missed the quarter after quarter of bloom. Also miss how long?
Books on the shelves to listen reported to Harmony, a rough count, much as 3, 40 a. Years, living on the outside, very few books. Said that when the phrase mind a slightly acid.
Fat blue that may be past lives and killing people, so present is so adrift.

Have not used, the life and feel so trivial records. That night, writing, sleepless night I can not go back instead.
Now just, gentle and quiet life.