如果真有平行时空,那年的我们肯定正在星星笼罩的河岸上奔跑,只有笑容,没有眼泪。楔子终于熬到毕业,我夜航逃离多伦多,落地后搭大巴又转摩的,总算在天黑前抵达蓝蝶镇。这里不像我遇见齐薇安时那么荒凉,还有了供背包客落脚的民宿。但推开木窗,夜色中的河水,空中的星群,都还一样。我小心翼翼掏出她寄到加国的唯一一封信, If there is parallel time and space, that year we must be running on the shrouded banks, only a smile, no tears. Finally wedges graduate to graduate, I fled Nightclub in Toronto, take the bus after landing Mau, finally arrived in blue before the blue butterfly town. It’s not as desolate as when I met Qi Wei An, there are bed and breakfast for backpackers. But pushing the wooden windows, the river in the night, the constellation of stars in the sky, are the same. I carefully pulled out the only letter she sent to Canada,