Fu Xiaosi looked at Lu Zhiang's busy and orderly appearance, and a feeling of desolation passed through his heart. Xiao Ang has really grown up, and he is no longer the big boy who used to follow him and didn't know anything. In front of us is Lu Zhiang's back, familiar, but slightly strange at this moment. In the hard core of time, he lost his clear outline and his tall and straight figure. Medium-length hair, suffused with all the black black. Sunlight is poured at a slanting angle on the surface of the hair, flowing like fireflies. In the spare time of waiting, there is a habit of tapping the ground gently with the sole of the left foot. Likes to keep his hands in his pants pockets. He will nod his head slightly when he is sorry for bumping into passers-by. These habits are like stars scattered in the universe, appearing frequently in their long life like the Milky Way. But these will soon never be seen again. Lu Zhiang dragged large and small luggage into the security check, Fu Xiaosi heart echoed with the picture of half a year ago. At that time, Beginning of Summer, I and Xiao Ang went to Shanghai together. Time flowed so fast that the whole world seemed to stay on the windowsill with Lu Zhiang to watch the rare snow falling in Shanghai. But in a twinkling of an eye, it seemed that the dream was suddenly broken by the wind, and the fragments of the balloon were torn into smaller fragments by the wind and scattered into the sky. Lu Zhiang, who had been tied up with himself since childhood, was going to Japan. Fu Xiaosi has to admit that the palm of fate can really turn over clouds and rain, we lose to the life that can not be changed. Lose completely. A bloody mess. A bloody mess. Xiao Si, I have to go. Well,Investment casting parts, take care. -Cold tone. It is even colder in the sunlight that permeates the glass roof of the airport. I will send you an Email every day when I arrive in Japan. You must remember to reply to my letter. Oh, okay. It's not that I don't want to talk, but I say too much, and I'm afraid I'll cry. It is said that the buildings in Japan are so dense that they can't see where the horizon is. There is a saying that people who can't see the horizon will feel lost and lonely. I'm really scared to hear it. Don't be so literary. Nausea. Are you going to take part in the poetry reading? In fact, the original sentence was written by a Japanese novelist, or I showed it to you. Have you forgotten it. That is to say, if a person stands on the earth beyond the horizon,car radiator cap, he will feel that the crowd is surging but he has no friends, so he will feel very lonely. No I'm serious. I'm sure I'll be lonely if I leave Xiao Si. Is it? Do you also know that you will be lonely? Xiao Si. Will you hate me? Will. The word "will" suddenly appeared, and at that moment what Lu Zhiang saw was Fu Xiaosi's very positive face. He thought dejectedly that Xiao Si would be angry after all. No matter how naughty he was before, no matter how he skipped classes, fought, or chatted with girls, he never got angry. At most, he rolled his eyes at me or said to me kindly, "Go to hell.". But now such coldness, separated by the touch of a glass, makes Lu Zhiang feel more uncomfortable than quarreling with Xiao Si. A man who betrays an oath and an agreement.. It should be me. It should be me. Come on. Before entering the security check, Lu Zhiang turned to look at Fu Xiaosi, but Xiaosi only said "goodbye". At that moment, Lu Zhiang felt that the world was returning to darkness, DIN screw plug ,car radiator cap, with the rapid arrival of cold, frost, glaciers, and the collapse of the unknown world. Goodbye Lu Zhiang showed a beautiful smile, like a flash of the world's warmest sunshine, illuminating the dark world. Fu Xiaosi at that moment, the heart turned out endless sadness, but the expression is still indifferent. When the plane took off, Fu Xiaosi kept looking at the silver-white fuselage in the sky. He knew that there was his best friend sitting on it, and that this metal machine monster was about to take him to a distant country, across mountains and rivers. The huge roar of the plane seemed to fall directly from the sky and resounded through his scalp, and tears blurred his eyes. The unspoken words are: I don't hate you, but I can't bear to part with you. Will you come back? Do you still remember that there is a playmate who came to visit me from childhood to adulthood? Lu Zhiang's seat is on the side of the wing, so he has been ringing in his ears since takeoff. Looking out of the window, there are undulating white clouds and vast blue sky. Close your eyes and you can see the endless lake. The lake water in full bloom in the eyes rises to a height of nine kilometers. Xiao Si, when I looked down from the window, I was thinking, did I really say goodbye to the city under my feet? Say goodbye to the road I can find with my eyes closed, say goodbye to my bicycle that I fell into a mess, say goodbye to Zeus who grew up with us, and say goodbye to you. At that moment, I felt vaguely that there was an earthquake under my feet, and the whole city collapsed rapidly. I'm so scared. I'm so afraid to stand out of the horizon and watch the sunset alone. Is life, as you said on your sixteenth birthday, a movie that you can't understand but cry in a mess? In the huge roar, I suddenly and inexplicably remembered the birthday song you took me to sing when I was eighteen years old. When I cut the cake, you just finished singing the last line of "Happy Birthday to you." At that time, you still have a dull expression, your eyes are empty and have no focus, but you have a particularly beautiful face in the candlelight. You said that you finally became an adult, and you should be stronger and stronger from now on. I remember all of these. — — Lu Zhiang, 1998 When I got home and lay in bed, what played repeatedly in my mind was Lu Zhiang's expression when he finally looked up at the sky and took a deep breath, as well as the sentence "It must be lonely to leave Xiao Si.". Fu Xiaosi kicked off his shoes and lay on his back on the bed. The ceiling looks as far as the sky. Fu Xiaosi felt that dust had been falling from the roof, tiny white dust, falling on his face, eyelashes, body, feet, and burying himself bit by bit. When I was three years old, I went to the same kindergarten with him. I have got a big red flower for three years in a row, learned a lot of Chinese characters, and can read comic strips. And he is just a mischievous,deep draw stamping, often punished by the teacher to stand naughty boy, like to fight for candy, like to pinch the face of girls. autoparts-dx.com