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Just a flutter of the heart
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On a typical weekend, as usual, I let myself wander through the vast city streets, searching for a café to sit down and earnestly enjoy a peaceful and tranquil afternoon.
The sunlight shines through the curtains onto the skin of my forearms, causing my pores to breathe like an athlete who has just finished running. I enjoy being "roasted" to a slight blush, just like the caramel chocolate pudding in front of me.
I've had enough of the sunshine, and habitually pulled out my laptop computer to arrange the schedule for the next week's work. This kind of control over the future is truly fascinating.
After a while, a string of notes rang out in the coffee shop, familiar chords, an unfamiliar sound, and I couldn't help but stop my hands.
"Longing and loneliness, blown into my left ear, maybe I can't remember, but I can't forget that time, that kind of secret happiness."
It's from Eason Chan's "Happy on a Gloomy Day".
"I haven't heard it in a long time. I don't know why, but this song that I used to listen to often in college has been 'idle' by me after I graduated, perhaps like clothes or jewelry, in a period of time, it will be loved uncontrollably, but after that, it stayed on the edge of the closet. And sometimes, when you open the closet, it will inexplicably appear in front of you, you stare at it, recalling the days when you used to wear it every day, just like today, when I heard 'Happy on a Gloomy Day.'
My hands remained suspended until the song finished."
When I came to my senses, I couldn't help but widen my eyes, but I still restrained the urge to make an "O" shape with my mouth.
Just because the person in front of me brought me a cup of iced Americano—
His reaction seemed much calmer, and he walked slowly towards me. He spoke, "Iced Americano, please enjoy, Qian Xuan."
"There aren't many customers in the shop, can I sit down?"
I admit, at that moment, I was joyful.
"Of course, please have a seat, Zeyi. Long time no see."
He smiled and said to me, "I didn't expect to meet you here. Where did you go after graduation?"
"I went abroad to study, got a master's degree, came back and found a job. Now, as you can see, I also bring my laptop computer on weekends," I replied with a hint of self-mockery.
He nodded gently.
"These years have been really long, everything has changed."
Yes, these past few years have been really long, like a segment of a parabola, approaching infinity but never reaching the endpoint. During countless nights, in the moments of empty time after finishing work, she habitually lights incense, letting the scent of sandalwood linger in the air. This fragrance repeatedly brings Zhang Qianxuan back to the memories of the library. Thus, longing expands like a spider web, eroding the present time, and Zhang Qianxuan often sits by the window for hours before resting.
When memories and longing intertwine, under the impetus of loneliness, the gears of time begin to turn. Zhang Qianxuan has never told anyone about these memories. Is it because they are too monotonous? Yet Zhang Qianxuan can still remember every detail, and over the years, they have often stirred up waves in her heart, echoing time and time again.
The story of Zhang Qianxuan and Xu Zeyi is truly monotonous and lengthy, lingering yet distant, just like the snowmelt in the approaching spring, with hidden currents surging and erupting at certain moments.
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