爱情维修工心灵诗篇的修缮者

杜松是我同事中的“爱情专家”，他的潇洒外表和幽默才能使他的周围总有浓妆艳抹的女孩儿子围绕着他转。可是他私下里对人说，他对其中的任何一个都未曾动心，他喜欢我这一类富有艺术气质的女孩儿子。我只是把他的话当作开玩笑，我对他有频频将玫瑰花带到我的办公室里来也毫无反应。我知道我心目中的白马王子决不是杜松这种玩世不恭的男人，不过，这并不妨碍我和他之间险些无话不说的“友谊”。

那天，我对杜松说，我到单位附近的一个书亭去买两个月前出版的一份杂志。卖书的是一个戴眼镜的男孩子，他正捧着一本厚厚的书在读。我“喂”了一声，那个男孩抬起头来，很英俊的一张小生脸。我说出那期杂志的名字，他说没有，可看到我脸上失望的表情，他又问：“上面有你的文章吗?”我点摇头。他说：“要不我给你找找看?”没想到这个叫江峰的男孩子竟骑着自行车险些跑遍了大小书摊，终于为我找到了那本杂志。

杜松用一种很新鲜的表情看着我，嘲弄地说：“就这样，你被他的小恩小惠感动了?”我仓促地表白说：“不是!他还说他喜欢读我的散文，像晚秋在月亮下听琴的声音，让人仿佛能听到琴音穿越时空传来的那种感受，我就觉得他是我的知音!”杜松眼里无缘无故地闪过一丝妒意，嘴上却持续笑话我，说：“你一个大学生怎么跟小书贩是知音!”I say: “You don't have to have so many biases, it's good, right? He is also a university graduate, studying international trade. He wants to go back to school because his mother is ill and he didn't take the exam last year. Now he is temporarily unemployed and uses this time before work starts to help his family run the bookstore.” Du Song "oh"ed once and made a funny face at me, saying sarcastically: "This bookworm has some luck too!"

Without any particular reason, I would often go visit Jiang Feng at his bookstore. If there were customers coming to buy magazines, he would enthusiastically take out the magazine with my articles in it: "Buy this one! It just came out; inside are my girlfriend's articles; I'll give you a 20% discount." I laughed him off as silly; he looked at me sideways once: "Advertising for you! Wait until we have an autograph session; then I can sit here and enjoy being famous."

Soon enough, we started dating. On warm summer evenings under the gentle breeze of love stories never told before us sat on benches by riverside or on quiet corners of alleys where night had already fallen but stars were still hiding behind clouds talking about everything without ever running out of words.

Once suddenly between those conversations between us that seemed endless said: “I think having your love makes me complete. There’s no need for me to take exams anymore.”

"You wait for me," I said softly.

He finally went back to serious study again.

Jiang Feng's family was very poor - all four of them lived in a tiny room barely 15 square meters large - so he worried about disturbing their rest when night fell; thus he ran off every evening back home after finishing work at the store while reading books under streetlights outside our house window which sometimes snowed heavily that winter day when i got hurt badly after slipping on icy pavement while carrying hot chicken soup over from home for him who had been working late into night...i thought only of how much i wanted him not let anything bad happen...

The letter arrived from Jiang Feng telling me that they had broken up due now living together & going different ways & seeing each other less often till eventually none left...the distance grew wide like sea between two islands drifting further apart..then there was silence...

And yet another envelope came with all letters sent by hand returned unopened as if they'd been thrown away like trash which felt terrible feeling lost alone abandoned in world full strangers

A few months later spring sunshine broke through rainclouds bringing warmth slowly melting snowflakes turning into dewdrops glistening on grass blades swaying gently under morning breeze...i opened door stepped out onto balcony overlooking city waking up slowly revealing its beauty one more time...

Dusong appeared unexpectedly standing beside looking down upon bustling streets below him turned towards me smiling brightly saying :

"Don’t be sad anymore ! Go find that guy in Qingdao tell him how much you love him!"