The flight to Paris has been officially grounded, and the flight to Lyon has not been cancelled. Holding the visa and passport, Nanqiao looked sideways at the gray weather outside the French window of the airport, and his heart lost the sunshine.
The visa was completed half a year ago. At that time, I learned that Yi Jiayan was going to France for a business trip, and he went there for more than half a year. She didn't go to the airport to see him off, nor did she call him. She just tossed and turned to check the map of France on the computer, looking for the location of Lyon.
It was a very small city, and she could barely find a few words about it in Baidu Encyclopedia, all of which were official rhetoric without any valuable information.
"Lyon is a famous European city during the Renaissance, with many brilliant murals, famous artists and legendary stories."
"Lyon is the second largest industrial city in France and has always been known as the capital of other provinces."
What she wants to know is not how glorious the city's history is, nor how well-developed its tourism or industry is. She just wants to know which street corners Yi Jiayan will turn, which alleys he will walk through, and maybe in a certain place. I think of her around the corner, maybe I will smile or frown when I think of her.
She is a very incompetent sister, and he should have frowned.
But what she wanted to be was never his sister.
Later, by accident, she started to apply for a visa and passport to France. If possible, she would also like to fly to that city by surprise. It is not the colorful Paris, nor the magnificent Arc de Triomphe, but it is Lyon, where Yi Jiayan is located.
He has always said that architecture is the work of working with the soil and the earth down-to-earth, but it is not just building bridges.
Nanqiao wanted to take a look at the dream that came out of his hand.
But she never dared to go to that place only in her dreams.
Never thought that one day she would actually board the flight to Lyon, but under such circumstances, when Yi Jiayan's life and death were uncertain.
Sitting on the plane, she stared blankly at the map on the screen. The crooked yellow line between Shanghai and France seemed to indicate how short the flight was, but she knew it was just an appearance. Across a small half of the earth, she is going to a place far, far away.
Sitting next to him was a five or six-year-old boy with a sign hanging around his neck with the word "Consignment" written on it. He took out a transparent jar from the small backpack he was carrying, grabbed a handful of colorful gummy bears, thought for a while, spread them out in front of Nanqiao, and said with a smile, "Please eat candy, sister."
Nanqiao turned his head in a trance, saw the chubby little meaty hand and the colorful candy in the palm, and suddenly wanted to cry.
When did you see such a bear?
It was at the age of fourteen, when she was in the second grade of junior high school, that scar appeared on her forehead for the first time.
In the few days after Jin Yuan was injured, she lived in extreme torment. She was always in fear, fearing that the wound on her forehead would grow into a terrible centipede. Even in her dreams, she dreamed that she was holding her forehead while everyone laughed Fled in a hurry.
When she wakes up, she will curl up in the quilt and regret, regretting why she had to show off for a while. She has nothing to do with her, but she still wants to help, dragging herself into the water. He was fine, but she and this wound that would turn into a groin at some point were left, it was really pitiful.
During that time, she was still looking forward to the cake shop at the alley, and every day when she passed by there by bicycle, she would stop and take a second look.
In the exquisitely decorated window, there is a white fresh milk cake, the same color cream decoration, and a colorful bear-shaped candy decoration center. But she didn't have pocket money, and she was asking for some tuition fees from her father who was drunk all day long, so how could she ask for some pocket money? Could it be possible to tell him that he wants to buy a cake? Then he would probably beat her angrily, and then lock her in the house and not allow her to go out.
However, on the fourth day after her forehead was injured, when Nanqiao came home from school, she suddenly found a beautifully packaged paper box at the door. Kind of similar.
With a white base and blue trim, the smooth chocolate ribbon is tied into a pretty bow.
She stood there for a while, crouched down to pick up the box in disbelief, and stretched out her hand tremblingly to untie the ribbon.
Carefully, she opened the box, her eyes fixed on the delicate and beautiful cream cake that exudes the aroma of milk.
White flowers, colorful candy bears.
? Cake Like a Dream ?To Shanghai, fly to a future of being alone.
So from the beginning to the end, I couldn't ask where the cake came from, and why it was placed at her door.
And at this moment, when the little boy spread his fleshy hands and grinned and asked her to eat candy, Nanqiao's eyes suddenly turned red.
Those colorful little bears.
Those years where he participated but she never set foot.
She picked up a little bear from Xiaopang's hand, thanked her softly, and put it in her mouth.
When I think of you, it's probably like this.
It is so sweet that all limbs and bones are warm, but it is a pity that such sweetness will disappear after the candy melts.
But Yi Jiayan, I hope you don't disappear. You should live in this world well, in a chic and comfortable way, and in a leisurely way.
I don't want anything, I don't want anything, just look at you from a distance, knowing that you are doing well.
Just before that, please let me ask about your past, and then I will quietly watch your future.
Even if that future is without me.
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