于海忘记了我是谁。他抿着嘴角,微微地眯起眼睛似在脑海里搜寻有关于我的信息,他的样子,俊秀、沉静、冷峻,一如当年。我说我是你的高中同学,好一会儿,他才说:“哦,张小宇,是你。”他还记得我的名字,那些熟悉的感觉像海底伸展的水藻,摇摇摆摆,又开始向上探寻。这是一个春天,冬天却未走,天冷冷地阴沉着,似乎蓄谋着一场不测。因为遇见了于海,我没有登上那辆中巴车。那辆中巴车,在一个半小时后,在一 In the sea forgot who I am. His mouth, slightly narrowed his eyes, seemed to search for information in my mind, his appearance, handsome, quiet, solemn, as in the past. I said I was your high school classmate, and for a moment, he said: “Oh, Zhang Xiaoyu, you.” He still remembered my name, those familiar feelings like the algae stretching beneath the sea, shaking, Explore up. This is a spring, the winter did not go, days cold and gloomy, it seems that plotting an unexpected. Because met in the sea, I did not boarded the bus. That bus, one and a half hours later, at one