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我搬进了青云台小区，这个位于城中村的安静社区总让我感到一丝忧郁。每当傍晚时分，阳光透过窗户斜斜地洒在地板上，仿佛连空气都变得温柔起来。
那天晚上，我又坐在阳台上，看着楼下的小花园。突然，一道身影闪过，我认出了那是隔壁的沉筱之。她总是穿着那件米色风衣，长发及腰，气质优雅却不失知性。她的目光在花园里来回游动，仿佛在打量什么。
” neighbor xiao shi. ” my voice caught in my throat.
” 这么快就回来了？” her voice was soft but firm, like a bell ringing after midnight.
We exchanged words that seemed to melt the tension between us. It was as if the walls we stood against had crumbled away.
Days turned into weeks, and our interactions became more frequent. We helped each other with plants in the garden, shared meals over the table, and even walked home together under the streetlights.
One evening, after we said goodnight, I felt a strange tingling at my chest. It was like someone had put a pin in me, waiting for the right moment to strike.
The next morning, I found a note pinned to my door. It read:
” 你的声音很美，像是春天的第一声风铃。写下这句话的那天，我在 your garden 的时候，发现了一朵从未见过的花。它的颜色介于粉色和紫色之间，形状独特，让人忍不住想要记录下来。”
The date was yesterday.
I spent the afternoon in a daze, trying to make sense of everything. The flower was unlike anything I had seen before, its color a vivid display of unbridled creativity. It made me wonder what she saw in the garden that day, and why it was so significant.
Days passed like moments, and I began to realize how much this newfound neighbor had brought into my life. Our conversations were no longer just about sharing stories; they were about understanding each other’s complexities.
But as I stood there one night, looking up at the stars through my telescope, I couldn’t help but feel a little empty. The world seemed so vast and unreachable, yet here we were, two strangers finding ourselves in each other’s arms, a bridge between the past and the future.
It was a moment that left me speechless, and for the first time in months, I felt truly alone in this quiet corner of the city.
But then again, maybe not so alone after all.
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