Around five or six lines waiting in front of the border desk, some of them are formed straight while others are curvy in an irregular shape. I was at the border gate in Irtuzsk ( a city named as " Eastern Paris" in Russia), checking around the interior design, the big lunge was sliced into different pieces by standing simple and easy white wood blocks, disabled to read any words written on the papers that hung up on the wall randomly. A negative sense just came to me, " why I come all the way down to a place with everything is lower-leveled than My lovely hometown?" I was doubting my decision, well, which I have been doing all the time since I kind of think I started having my own ability of judgement.
But life changeable just like the weather changes, surprise could always appear right after the worst thing. A Russian custom with blond soft hair, blue eyes focusing on his computer, checking tourists' visa information, caught my eye. He looked very fine wearing a watch with a silver belt and a proper screen on it, my eyes couldn't move away from him until my father's voice rose near my ear.
" proceed, next is you." He said to me and pointed at my shoulder trying to remind me with his index finger, however, my curiosity was still on that blond custom, his next movement simply improved his impression on me in a short time. A short girl came to him and trying to pass him her passport, obviously she was not tall enough to deliver the passport to him and thus he stood up, he was the only custom who'd get off his ass from their seat, took over that passport using both of his two hands, his blond hair fell apart slide by slide gently, just like the flying in the breeze, at the same time, he offered his warm smile... " Wow, wow..." Some voice repeating in my brain, or maybe I can't help and whispered it out without noticing it.
Those scenes made me think of something happened similarly in the past....
It was a pleasant day, the music was going through my heart and jumped next to your body, just like the bridge connected you and me, no any communication but the music playing, you closed your eyes, moving your head up and down slowly just following the rhythm, you were totally putting yourself into the music I was playing by piano, it was my favorite piano song- Lydia, as my dream becoming ture- playing piano in front of someone I like- I feel more and more relaxed compare to my nervous at the very beginning, as though I was presenting my concert on the stage, but the audience was just you, but that's just enough.
" I wish I could listen to you playing that music once again." You texted me the other night after our first and only one meeting.
" My pleasure." I replied. I was glad because I sort of sense that I found a special way to express my feelings to the person who could catch me- by music, rather than boring and endless talking. Music for me, is something I'd like to dedicated to during my whole life, I regard music as my best intimate friend.
" I want to take you out, let's take a walk somewhere, I wanna listen to you, make you laugh, and share your emotions with me. And you know that I want you happy right?" Your thoughtful care on me presented entirely from the words by words. My tears coming out of my eyes, of which I was not aware.