I'm here to make life a crucial decision. Jing being marched rapidly to a bus station on the culture of South walked, went to KFC when the door, he stopped involuntarily. Jing standing in the street, across the small parking lot in front of the shop looking at people inside to eat, seems to want to find an acquaintance, but apparently in vain, perhaps unconscious, then he quickly put out of sight of the store . Jeremy Lin. Jing's eyes fell on the posters posted outside the door, Jeremy Lin Yun hand flying basketball forward for the 3V3 basketball KFC endorsement. Jing does not intend to enter in to the store, eat a snack for him it is a luxury, but he did not rush to catch the bus, but began to look around, look at the piece of the city's most central location.

Road to the north along the culture, the culture is through dial Crossroads Road, on the left side of the street is standing majestically in the municipal building, although the building is slightly old, but state power has given it a force to be offended Ling However, momentum, Jing in each bus passes will rush looked something like a sculpture standing in front of the sentry. Poor people ah. To Jing always think, if I stand there (I hope this will never come true), I would not like it motionless. South of the building is the municipal square, now almost no one this time the square, except for a few in the scavenging of sanitation workers. But at night, especially in summer evening, the square becomes a bustling big stage, accompanied by music, dancing aunt there, and they sat on the lawn lingering couple, young people put lanterns, there are toys selling children small vendors, there's nothing to do after dinner migrant workers, they are a group of two or three people, smoking a cigarette, stand by and watch others dance, and occasionally there are a few out of town visitors curious psychological looked all kinds of people to the city, will eventually find their hometown and their own people and not much different.

"Good Sun teacher." Jing sitting in the corner to eat ice cream, he looked up to see Mr. Sun came to his place, followed behind apparently his wife and daughter.

"Ah, to Jing Zhou, hello." Sun Jing teacher to say hello to, not equal to respond Jing, Sun the teacher continued, "We come here to eat."

Then both of them just said something, then walked into the Sun made a steakhouse next door. Fast-food restaurant on the second floor and is connected to the steakhouse, and the steakhouse is connected and supermarkets. Then I went to call. A group of students playing cards, talking slapstick sound very high, which makes the floor very noisy. Fast food restaurants often been in the cards. I was in the hallway phone calls, and then things just finalized. Jing was still standing in the street, the ears have been filled with the sound of car horns, but this does not affect his memories of that night's scene. There are two foreigners to eat, I can not remember black or white, but it does not matter, I would like to have a word with them, as if there were only I can understand English, as if I do not do this if it is neglected in our country the two guests from afar. They left after dinner.

Across from City Hall, it is the headquarters of ICBC in this prefecture-level city. It accounts for a large courtyard, but the building is not high, compared to the surrounding buildings and even some low, a few characters of "Commercial Bank of China," also some paint peeling off. In Yasukuni every time passing, it is quietly sleeping in the bank's iron gate was locked, there is no vehicle access in the yard, we have not got the staff activities that are suspected to Jing of the country's richest banks downtown is not too low-key performance. You know, the opposite bank, the Middle East through the streets, is the Ginza shopping mall, movie theaters, hotels and office buildings, and walk east along Middle Street, a block from Hope 100 supermarket.

Jing looked up at the mall hanging huge advertising, or just looked at the sky, overcast one, but rather a typical industrial city air pollution appearance. I made a decision like this, parents are relieved. To Jing turned his head, looked at the construction site across the street. Here to build a big project? Around the site around the blue paint of the iron, which has been flat over the land, but still visible excavators at work, there are a few sporadic workers figure, apparently the project has not officially started construction.

Hello, hello, Liu teacher? To quiet hallway more so that I could hear the phone. Ah, yes, I was in Zhou Jing. Yes, I thought well, I decided. I had said so right. Jing stood in the street for a full six minutes later, finally began to walk to bus stops.

"Pinger, then I have completely disoriented, although not subject to the mercy of others, but can not follow my heart." Speeding the bus, sitting in the window Jing, staring at the familiar roadside scenery, casual He said.

"So, you're sorry?" Ping look dignified life as usual, he did not see eye to Yasukuni, but staring at the front of the car, as if he is the driver of the car.

Jinger, the mother had a dream. To Jing had a habit of listening to Mama story about her dreams, in his memory, like a mother's dream prophecy, as always twists and turns as see what will happen in the future, I have been hoping to Jing one day do the same dream. The door is facing south, in front of the stairs is long, then went inside to embark on one side is level. I went down the steps, appeared in front of a wall screen wall, inscribed with inscriptions. Mom probably say this, I do not remember, my mother than I will tell the story. Then move forward, is a big square, the square was filled with people, I stood there for a while, suddenly came to a room. This is the dream, I dream of doing is time-warped. This room has a desk, surrounded by books piled neatly stacked on the desk stood a few scattered turned over. Conspire in front of me looked and found the room filled with the same book. And guess what? Are "Selected Works." Why mother would dream of such a book it? Since the book is the same, I just took one, put on the carry basket, then went back to the street.

Main Street? That night I a person walking on the street feel really wonderful, with a kind of sneaky type of alert, seems to be shrouded in white terror of going underground to participate in a meeting. In fact, I just want to find a place to calm down, yes, I need to think. So I went to fast food restaurants. I calm down? I can rethink it?

"Yes, no, or I do not know." Jing still staring out the window in a flash of houses and shops, the heart and compare different when they pass by on their own time, "History is not chasing back."

Then I walked down the street to the south, walked away, suddenly appeared in front of an east-west direction of the river, the river rose water, and rough, blocked the road. And my school is across the river, ready to cross the river to visit my mother, but this time they woke up. This is indeed a silly dream. To Jing unconsciously smile, more like face twitched slightly contemptuous demeanor.

This morning, for the summer, it seemed a bit cold. Seven in the morning, to Jing could not wait to get out of the cellar. The sky was gray, the pressure has not been established between the gray high-rise buildings, shows a brutal and desolate atmosphere. Scattered rain fall, trickle into a large mark on the cement basement exit, disappeared also drop in on an abandoned building materials. To Jing he sighed, feeling a bit low, basement moisture so that he did not sleep well all night, and now it yawned. He and his father had talked himself out to eat breakfast, and then go to school. Jing walked out to the site, to the street, he looked back and place a working father, a surge of shame mood swarmed the heart. I do not understand life. he thinks.

The streets are few pedestrians and vehicles, to Jing leisurely walk along the sidewalk, little rain, intermittent, but more heavy overcast sky, it seems a heavy rain is inevitable. Under better not! Jing in my heart for almost praying. He did not take an umbrella, even more afraid of rain would ruin today.