I packed my bags and checked them in for transport. Alone, I took a train to Dalian. I sat for a long time by the sea in this city, remembering that trip, Cheng Jiayang and I on the plane, tender words and comforting whispers, hands clasped together, passion through the night. Now, it's content for solitary reminiscence.
Cheng Jiayang
By plane, by train, I came to her hometown once again.
When I arrived at her home, Fei's father was there; I had seen his photo before.
I gestured with my hands to ask him where Fei had gone.
He wrote on a piece of paper, "She just got back not long ago, and left again yesterday."
I suddenly sat down. It didn't matter that the journey was long; it was the futile effort that exhausted me.
Fei's father poured me some water, I thanked him and drank it all in one go.
I wrote to him, saying, "I'm Fei's friend. I know she's going abroad, and I wanted to see her one last time. Is your heart doing better?"
"Much better, thank you."
