And when he really had enough when it is discovered that, traveling the world needs not only strong courage.

World too, and we are so small that each of us is destined to a life to where he belongs, travel around the world, after all, the cause of the minority.

Most people are not afraid, just do not want.

I have been gradually reduced to the latter from the former.

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Until then, my life, but in this small city does not rule drew a circle, from kindergartens, primary schools, to middle and high schools, to university, but across the street just a few. I do not know in the end be considered a regrettable, but no matter how others think, at least I do not think so.

Not long ago, by chance an opportunity, I passed through and stayed with the M's that kindergarten named warmth of spring, it is still still there, although the patch of yellow wall is cracked and the color of sunflowers, deer horns also missing piece, though no children coming and going, those floating balloons around the small shops have also disappeared.

That blind old woman left alone is still there, she still maintained that position for many years before, sitting in the sun thin to listen.

Each school at that time I will stand side of the trunk of her mother came home from work waiting to take me home, because every mother is when all the kids have been picked up after the break that bike she would Dengzhe bike to meet me, waiting for the time I stood beside her, because I know it is safe standing beside her, her eyes can not see why she will not hurt me, but she is an adult, so that bad would beg to differ.

She is a retired veteran teachers, not bad when the eyes in a nearby elementary school to teach language. She said that if her eyes are not blind, then I could become her student.

I was curious and asked what she was listening to in the end.

She said: "singing."

She said: "Every city has a unique of its own song."

I walked over, squat down on her side of the trunk, do not speak, only staring at her thin, she suddenly chuckle up, and then she was shouting my name, although with the question of tone.

Never did I imagine after so many years she could remember me.

She said she remembered the taste of me.

I suddenly to tears.

There is also in the earth Where there is such a strange people remember me for so long?

In addition to here.

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M work at that coffee shop in the town's most bustling streets, it lived with me and M building for himself across the middle of a row of plane trees only, there have been several times, passing it the work of coffee M shop, I want to go drink a cup of coffee, but each time the courage to go in, I do not know what I'm afraid, is M, or myself?

Maybe, I do not want to be a guest M.

I suddenly want to find M, I want to see his work look. I stood in front of the cafe to see the glass revolving door in their own image to be a strong halo of light open into a ball of black fuzzy, vaguely discernible eyes that look good on the no. Since when, I do not dare look in the mirror, so that their living in their own imagined past years?