*青春、澄净的双语爱情故事，愿我们记住爱的样子。 *情愫轻柔地生长着，像荇草带着月光斜过来，你于我的意义，不单是欢喜，不单是眷恋，而是我一生都想守护的美好。 *全彩美图，双语典藏。 青春文学作家用动人的深情笔触，带你重回清新纯澈的爱的时光。书中每一个柔软的故事，都印下了千万次欢笑和泪水，让我们懂得，所谓“最好的爱情”，就是当年少的我们与爱不期而遇时，愿意选择为之努力，不论结局。 022愿世界始终待你温柔 040他会发光，为她发光
HeWouldGlow,andGlowforHer 002拂晓前的情书 ALoveLetterBeforeDawn 012洛河镇的薄荷少年 TheMintBoyinLuoheTown 022愿世界始终待你温柔 HopetheWorldAlwaysTreatsYouGently 028北方的蜗牛想念江南 TheNorthernSnailMissedJiangnan 040他会发光，为她发光 HeWouldGlow,andGlowforHer 050我喜欢你,就已经很美 ThatILikeYou,isBeautifulEnough 062初告白 InitialLoveConfession 068那时雪下 TheSnowatThatTime 072遇见你的感觉像春天 FeelsLikeSpring 078小情书 TheLittleLoveLetter 088蝴蝶飞走了 TheButterflyFliedAway 098我思念的少年和城市在远方 TheBoyandtheCityILongedforintheDistance 104五月有你，花开茶靡 LoveEndedinMay 112你在我心上，旅过春与冬 YouTraveledThroughSpringtoWinterinMyHeart 124是谁枯坐窗前，怀念峡谷 WhoSitsinFrontoftheWindowandMissestheCanyon 130孤岛深处有春风 SpringBreezeinDepthoftheIsolatedIsland 138你是穿耳而过的风 YouAreTheBreezeBrushingByMyEars 148我们曾彼此温暖，而今散落天涯 WeOnceWarmedEachOtherAndNowScatteredAllOver 154他曾来过，抵得上所有的结尾 HeHasBeenHereBefore,AndItWorthAllKindsofEndings 158滚轴浪漫曲 RollerRomance 162哼一首歌，念一个人 HumaTuneandMissaPerson 168习惯 TheHabit 178最好的初遇 ThePerfectFirstEncounter 188气球终会化纸鸢 FinallytheBalloonTurnedintoaKite 194少年乘风去 TheBoyGonewiththeWind 202像离人忘了归期 JustLiketheDepartedPeopleWhoForgetReturn 洛河镇的薄荷少年 橡树小姐 1 初夏的老街上，江景坐在凉粉铺低头吃凉粉。有梧桐叶自高高的树枝坠落在古朴的桌面上，有的落在盛满凉粉的白瓷碗旁。这时，他想起了苏沙。他们相识多年，苏沙时常安静得像一株植物，骑起单车来却又跑得飞快。多年前，她曾坐在自己对面，年少的他们没有言语，却满腹心事。 现在，江景一个人坐在梧桐树下吃着凉粉，好像要填补这些年的记忆，熟悉的食物是对从前最好的怀念。他已经有很多年没回过洛河镇。 小镇中间有一条洛河穿城而过，因此得名洛河镇。江景住在城南，他的父母常年在外，他和奶奶守着这家小杂货店。他年幼时便熟识苏沙，他家同苏沙家只隔着几条巷子。 2 对苏沙来说，江景之于她就像洛河之于洛河镇，是绵长的记忆。记得有一年夏天，她独自去江景家的杂货店里买东西，江景正趴在柜台上写作业，有一只黄色的小花猫蜷曲着身子躺在他的作业本旁边，安静极了。这一幕她记了好多年。 江景和苏沙真正开始有交集是在初中以后，他们被分在了同一个班。每天早晨，江景骑车路过苏沙的家门口，就大声喊苏沙的名字，苏沙背好书包推着单车出来后，两个人结伴骑车去城北的洛河中学上学。 放学后的傍晚，他们又结伴回家。彼时，他们站在一起，江景看起来瘦小、孱弱，苏沙显然比江景略高一点。那个年纪的女孩总是比同年纪的男孩成长得更快。 “江景，你怎么这么矮呢？”苏沙一边骑单车，一边好奇地问他。 “要你管！”江景嚷嚷道。其实，有时候他也忍不住疑惑自己的身高。单薄的苏沙被暖暖的斜阳包裹，她骑着单车跑得飞快，像一只灵敏的燕子。江景看着她就忍不住笑出声来，他跟在苏沙背后，也加快骑车的速度。 3 中考之后，江景坐火车去沿海城市，在父母那里度过了一个暑假。再回到洛河镇，他不再瘦小。 江景骑车来到苏沙的家门口，他像以前一样在院子外面大声喊苏沙。苏沙打开门，一抬头便看见江景，发现他已经长得很高，像一棵临风的白杨，挺拔，清癯。苏沙心里的某个地方倏然悸动了一下。 “我们骑车去学校看看。”江景说，“这个贝壳送给你。”他的声音低沉温柔，像河边的风。江景摊开手，手心里是一枚乳白色的小贝壳，它的表面覆满了细密复杂的纹路。 “好啊。”苏沙说完，从江景的手心里拿走了那颗小小的贝壳。 进入高中分班后，高一时他们依旧同行，苏沙边骑车，边听江景说起沿海城市的海滩和潮水。江景说他有时会坐公交到终点站，然后沿着公路走到海边。一个人在海边来来回回地走，海水覆盖他的脚踝。 高二以后，他们便不再像以前那样，渐渐长大的他们开始步入不同的轨道。江景和其他少年一样迷失在迷茫和张扬里，他们流连于游戏厅、网吧、台球室，旷课、打架对他们来说是家常便饭，苏沙偶尔也会在学校的告示栏里看到江景的名字。 那以后，便只剩苏沙独自骑行在路上，路过店铺和洛河，早晨的河水如她一样沉默。 有一天，苏沙去江景家的店里买东西，江景的奶奶询问她江景的情况：“江景怎么没和你一起回来？他这几个月常常回来得很晚，不知道到底在忙些什么？” “可能学校里有事吧。”苏沙嚅嗫道，她抬起小花猫的脚，抚摸它脚掌上的肉垫。 “也不知道他现在的成绩怎么样了……”江景的奶奶又念叨起来。苏沙只得思索着措辞，不咸不淡地说了一些江景的状况。 这时，江景突然跑出来，笑嘻嘻地问苏沙是不是在对奶奶讲他的坏话。苏沙抬头，看见江景像棵树一样站在她面前。他依旧推着他的单车，笑容干净、明朗。他长得更高了，苏沙只到他胸膛的高度。落日的余晖从他的背后洒落，脸上的笑意温暖、熟悉。苏沙突然就觉得心里暖暖的。苏沙在心里酿了一壶酒，这壶酒是年少时对一个人的欢喜，干净，美好。 4 夏季的一个傍晚，夕阳西下，苏沙沿路骑车回家。在一个转弯处，她远远地看见江景推着单车拦在“校花”莫小小面前，不知道江景说了什么，只听见莫小小咯咯的笑声爽朗而清脆。莫小小与他们同年级，整个洛河中学几乎没有人不知道她。 莫小小没有穿校服，她穿着洁白的棉布裙子，像一朵盛开的茉莉，纯净而迷人。她的步伐是悠扬的乐曲，踏进过很多男生的视野，也踏进了江景的心里。 苏沙看着自己旧旧的不合体的校服，察觉出自己笨拙的模样，倏尔感到自惭形秽。夏季的黄昏也难温暖苏沙内心的冰冷，她忘了骑行，车轮因惯性向前滑动，这十几秒竟像一小时那般漫长。 而江景低下头来，细碎的刘海儿因汗水紧紧地贴在额头上。他踮起脚一下接一下地蹭地上的落叶，似乎要把地面蹭出一个洞来，以盛放他青涩的欢喜。 苏沙这才蹬了单车的踏板，迅速地从他们身边掠过。她拐进一条小巷，失落的情绪如同潮水覆盖了她。 小花猫的失踪也是在这年夏天。江景和奶奶寻找几日未果，渐渐也就不再提这件事。苏沙因为长时间没去江景家的店里，一个月以后才知道小花猫失踪了，她有些怀念这只猫，和很多年以前趴在柜台上写作业的江景。如今杂货店的柜台上除了瓶瓶罐罐，别无他物。终于有一天，江景与莫小小十指相扣地走在校园里。 江景沉浸在恋爱里，不能自拔。他每日早起，在莫小小经过的第一个路口等她一起去上学，而莫小小坐在江景的单车后座上，裙角飞扬。 5 进入高三后，每个人都有做不完的习题和试卷。从高一到高二，苏沙写了很多信，但从来不寄出，只是收在书桌的抽屉里。一沓整齐的信旁边放着一枚贝壳，而她心里那壶迷恋的酒，味道也愈发醇厚。 如今，她谨听妈妈苦口婆心的劝勉，诸如“努力读书，不要一辈子只待在这个小镇”“要争气，考上一个好大学”这一类的话，在她耳朵里长出厚厚的茧。她藏匿着思念，日复一日地埋头于题海中。她觉得自己像一只困在桎梏里将要死去的昆虫，在冰凉的清晨和黄昏，茕茕孑立。 直到高考后的一天，她约江景出来见一面，他们骑着单车穿过众多的小巷和老街，苏沙的背包里放着这几年写的信，信的重量都压在她的心里。傍晚，他们行至老街，在老字号的凉粉铺里坐下来，两个人没有说话，只低着头吃凉粉。良久，苏沙的眼眶里蓄满眼泪。她不知道要同眼前的人说什么，千言万语也难开口。她想起那一日，落日的余晖从江景的背后照过来，她看到江景脸上一片氤氲的笑意。 江景付过钱后，同苏沙一前一后走出了铺子。苏沙顿住脚步，轻轻地喊他：“江景，等一下。”江景疑惑地回过头来，这才发现她湿润的眼眸，他诧异地望着她，问：“苏沙，你怎么了？” 苏沙没有说话，她把背包里的信拿出来塞到江景手里。江景甚至来不及反应，苏沙已经转身迅速骑上单车，拐进一条小街，须臾便消失了踪影。 此后的几年，苏沙没有再见过江景，倒是陆陆续续地听说了一些江景的消息。他和莫小小早已分手，高考过后，他就去了沿海城市，没有再回过小镇…… 6 苏沙的耳机里正播放着安静的民谣。她一个人背着包去了很多地方，秋季之时回到了洛河镇。 她绕着古街漫无目的地行走，走着走着就到了那家老字号的凉粉铺前。有时候，她还会想起她和江景年少时的时光。梧桐叶落在她的脚边，叶如手掌，纹路剔透，仿佛可以看到它短暂的命运。 “苏沙！”背后突然有人喊她，声音似乎从多年前而来，从洛河边而来。 TheMintBoyinLuoheTown MissXiangshu 1 Itisanearlysummer.Onanoldstreetatajellyshop,JiangJingisenjoyingabowlofbeanjelly.Leaveshanginghighonthephoenixtree,somefallontotheplaintable,somebesidethewhiteporcelainbowlfilledwithbeanjelly.Allofasudden,hethinksofSuSha.Theyhaveknowneachotherforyears.SuShasometimescouldbeasquietasapieceofwood,butwhenshewentcyclingshecouldbeasfastasagreasedlightning.Yearsago,sheusedtositinfrontofhim,bothintheiryoungages,utteringnowordsbutfullontheirminds. Andtoday,JiangJingissittingunderthephoenixtreealoneeatingthebeanjelly,asifhewantstofillupthememoriesofthepastfewyears.Thefamiliarfoodwouldbethebestnostalgiaforthepast.IthasbeenyearssincehecamebacktoLuoheTown. ThereisarivercalledLuoRiverrunningthroughthetown.HencethenameofthetownisLuoheTown.JiangJinglivedinthesouthpart.Hisparentswereawaymostoftheyear.Heandhisgrandmakeptonesmallgrocerystore.HehasknownSuShasincechildhood.Hishomewasjustafewblocksawayfromhers. 2 ToSuSha,thememoryofJiangJingwaslikethememoryofLuoRivertoLuoheTown,longlasting.Onesummerday,shewenttoshopatthesmallgroceryshopownedbyJiangJing’sfamilybyherself.JiangJingwasdoinghomeworkatthecounter.Ayellowkittenwaslyingbesidehisworkbook,curlinginaroll.Everythingseemedstillatthatmoment.Thatimagehasbeenembeddedinhermindforyears. JiangJingandSuShaonlystartedtogettoknoweachotheraftermiddleschool;theywereassignedtothesameclass.Everymorning,JiangJingwouldbikepastSuSha’shomeandcallhername.ThenSuShawouldpushherbikeoutwithherbackpackandjoinhimtocycletogethertoLuoheMiddleSchoolinthenorth. Everyeveningafterschool,theywouldcompanyeachotherhome.Atthattime,SuShawasapparentlyabittallerthanJiangJing.Helookedthinandweakbesideher.Girlsthatagealwaysoutgrewtheirpeerboys. “JiangJing,howcomeyouaresoshort?”SuShaaskedhimcuriouslywhileridingthebike. “It’snoneofyourbusiness!”JiangJingshouted.Frankly,sometimeshecouldn’thelpwonderingaboutthesamequestion.SuSha,herthinbodycoveredinthewarmsettingsun,rodethebikesofastasaswiftswallow.JiangJingwaslookingatherandcouldn’thelplaughing.HestartedtospeedupfollowingSuSha’slead. 3 Afterthefinaltestofmiddleschool,JiangJingwenttothecoastalcitytovisithisparentsforthesummerbytrain.WhenhecamebacktoLuoheTown,hewasnolongerthatthinboy. JiangJingrodebySuSha’shome,callinghernamefromtheyardasusual.WhenSuShaopenedthedoorandlookedup,shesawhimasawhitepoplartreestandingagainstthewind,tallandstraight.SuddenlysomewhereinSuSha’sheartflutteredabit. “Let’sridetotakealookatourschool.”JiangJingsaid.“Andthisshellisforyou.”Hisvoicewaslowbutgentle,likethebreezealongtheriver.Heopenedhishandandtherelayasmallmilkwhiteshell,withitssurfacefulloffinecomplexpatterns. “Alright.”SuSharepliedandpickedupthatsmallshellfromhispalm. Duringtheirseniorhigh,theystillcompaniedeachotherinfreshmanyear.SuShawouldridethebikeandlistentohimtalkingaboutthebeachandtidesinthecoastalcity.JiangJingtoldherhewouldsometimestakethebustothelaststopandwalkalongthehighwaytothebeach.Hewouldwanderaroundthebeachbyhimself,withhisanklesmergedundertheseawater. Afterthesecondyear,theyhavegrownapartintoseparatepaths,nolongcloselikebefore.JiangJing,liketherestoftheteenageboys,losthimselfingames,Internetbarsandbilliards,confusedandarrogant.Cuttingschoolandfightsseemedsocommonasdailylife.SuShasometimeswouldseehisnameontheschoolbulletin. Sincethen,SuShastartedtoridehomealone.AsshepassedbytheshopandLuoRiver,themorningriverwasasquietasher. Oneday,SuShawentshoppingatJiangJing’sstore.Hisgrandmaasked,“WhyJiangJingisnotheretogetherwithyou?Healwaysarriveshomelaterecently,whatishebusywith?” “Hemightbebusywithschoolwork.”SuShaanswered.Sheliftedthepawofthekittenandtoucheditspads. “Idon’tknowhowhisgradesare...”JiangJing’sgrandmastartedmumbling.SuShahadtothinkabouthowtophraseandtalkedaboutsomeofhisstatusincontempt. Allofasudden,JiangJingshowedupoutofnowhere.HegrinnedandaskedSuShawhethershewastalkingbadabouthimtohisgrandma.SuShalookedupandsawJiangJingstandinginfrontofher,likeatree.Hewasstillwithhisbike,withacleanandbrightsmileonhisface.Hehasgrowneventaller.SuShacouldonlyreachtotheheightofhischest.Asthesettingsunshinedfromhisback,alongwithakindandfamiliarsmile.SuShasuddenlyfeltwarmthinherheart.AkettleofwinehasbeenbrewedinSuSha’smind,akettlefilledwithloveforapersoninheryoungage,cleanandbeautiful. 4 ItwasonesummereveningandSuShawasridinghomeinthesunset.FromafararoundthecornershesawJiangJingwithhisbikestoppedinfrontofMoXiaoxiao,thecampusbelle.SuShawasn’tabletohearwhathesaid,butshecouldhearMoXiaoxiao’sclearandmelodiousgiggles.Mowasinthesamegrade,andalmosteveryoneinLuoheMiddleSchoolknewher. MoXiaoxiaowasn’twearingtheschooluniform;insteadshewasinapurewhitecottondress,likeabloomingjasmine,cleanandenchanting.Shewalkedlikeamelody.Shewasthebeautyinmanyboys’eyes,sowasinJiangJing’s. SuShalookedatheroutwornoversizedschooluniform.Allofasudden,shefeltashamedofherselfandherawkwardappearance.Noteventhesummersettingsuncouldwarmhercoldheart.Sheforgotaboutriding,andlettheinertiacarriedherbikeforward.Thesetensecondsfeltlikeonehourlong. Meanwhile,JiangJingloweredhishead,withafewhairfromhisbangsclungtohisforeheadduetosweats.Hetippedhisfeetrubbingthefallenleavesasifhewantedtodigaholeoutofthegroundtoreleasehisyounglovejoy. SuShaonlythensteppedhardandpedaledpastthem.Assheturnedintoanalley,thefeelingofdisappointmentfloodedhermind. Thekittenwentmissingthesamesummer.JiangJingandgrandmalookedfordaysandgraduallystoppedtalkingaboutit.SuShaonlyfoundoutaboutthekittengonemissingonemonthlater,asshehasn’tvisitedtheirstoreforawhile.Shemissedthatkittensomehow,andtheoldJiangJingwhowaswritinghomeworkatthecountermanyyearsago.Nowadays,therewasnothingbutsomebottlesandcontainersatthecounter.Andfinallyoneday,JiangJingandMoXiaoxiaowerewalkingoncampuswithhandinhand. JiangJingwassoinvolvedintheloveaffair.EachmorninghewouldwaitforMoatherfirstintersection.Shewouldrideatthebackofhisbike,withherskirtflyinginthewind. 5 Thelastyearofhighschoolmeantendlessexercisesandtestsforeveryone.SuShahaswrittenmanylettersforthepasttwoyears,butsheneverpostedthem.Shekeptthemtidyinthedeskdrawer,withashellsittingbesidethem.Andthelovekettleofwineinherhearttastedevenmoremellowandricher. Thosedays,hermomwassofocusedonencouragingher,andalwayssaidthingslike“Studyhard,anddon’tstayinthissmalltownfortherestofyourlife”or“Doyourbestsoyoucanenteragooduniversity”soonandsoforth.SuShaburiedherselfunderpilesofexercisesandkeptheryearnwithinherheart.Shefeltlikeadyinginsecttrappedintheshellaloneinthemanyice-coldmorningsanddusks. Finallyonedayafterthecollegeentranceexam,SuShaaskedJiangJingout.Theyrodepastmanyalleysandoldstreets.Insideherbackpackwerethelettersfromalltheseyears,withalltheweightpressuredonherheart.Intheevening,theywanderedaroundtheoldstreetsandsatatthefamousbeanjellyshop.Bothofthemkeptsilentandburiedtheirheadinthebeanjelly.Afterawhile,SuSha,hereyesfulloftears,couldn’tfindonewordtosaytothepersonrightinfrontofher,likenowordscouldfullyexpressherself.SherecalledthatdaywhenthelightofthesettingsunshiningfromthebackofJiangJingandshesawthewarmsmileonhisface. AfterJiangJingpaidthebill,theylefttheshoponebehindtheother.SuShastoppedandcriedhisnamegently,“JiangJing,wait.”Heturnedback,seeherblurryeyesandaskedherinsurprise,“SuSha,whathappened?” SuShadidn’treply.Shetookoutallthelettersfromherbagandshovedintohishand.Andthenshejumpedonherbikeandrodeaway,disappearinginthenextalley,sofastthathecouldn’tevenrespond. Forafewyears,SuShahasnevermetJiangJingagain.Butnewsofhimcametoherearsfromhereandthere.HebrokeupwithMoXiaoxiaoandwenttothecoastalcityaftertheexam,andnevercameback… 6 SuShaislisteningtosomequietcountrymusicinherearphone.ShehastraveledtomanyplacesbyherselfandarrivedbackinLuoheTownatfall. Sheiswanderingaroundtheoldstreets,andfindsherselfstandinginfrontofthatoldfamousbeenjellyshop.SometimesshecouldstillrecalltheoldtimesofherandJiangJing.Oneleafofphoenixtreefallsbesideherfeet.Theleafisthesizeofapalm,withafineclearpattern,asifonecouldreaditsbrieffate. “SuSha!”Someonecallshernamefromtheback,avoicesoundedlikefromyearsback, fromthebankoftheLuoRiver.
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