去年，那是一个雨夜，我在国道上拦了一辆车回重庆，现在回想一下，那应该是辆很破的老式客车，车子很空，在车子的最后一排坐着一位少女，她旁边有一排空座。

我走过去问她：“这个位子我可以坐吗?”

她微笑的点了点头，她很美，美得有点让人惊讶，她穿着一条素色的长裙，出于一种男人的本性，于是我便和她聊了起来。我和她聊了一些我的往事。

她听的很入神，讲到情深之处她还有一些感触，接着她的话匣子也打开了。她说：“我今年22岁，小时候很苦，在我五岁生日那天，爸爸突然走到我面前对我说：明天妈妈就会离开我们，你千万不要伤心。那时我还小，并没有在意。第二天早上醒来，我听到妈妈过世的噩耗，我用一种诧异的神看着爸爸，他只是对我苦苦地笑。就这样爸爸、我和弟弟三人又过了几年，在我十岁生日那天晚上爸爸泪流满面的对我说：明天弟弟也要离开我们了。”

I asked, "Brother, where are you going?" Dad said: “Brother to mom.” That time I also didn't care. Again after a day, my brother mysteriously disappeared from this world, I felt fear and went to find dad, but dad looked at me with a cold expression without saying a word. After these few years, I lived well enough. But on my 15th birthday morning, dad prepared everything in the house and celebrated my birthday for me. In the evening he suddenly said: “Tomorrow your father will leave you too; you must live well in the future.” He handed me a letter and said: “Wait until you're 20 years old to open it; everything will be clear then.” I was scared; I feared that what dad said was true. And indeed, one day later dad left me too; they found his body by the river.

She continued talking about how she spent her life alone until she met someone named Argen who loved her deeply and they lived together until he disappeared one day leaving her heartbroken again. On her 20th birthday night when she finally opened the letter left by her father all those years ago which revealed that Argen would leave her as well but she would never be able to find him again because he was gone forever.

I heard this story unfold before my eyes while trying to figure out why no one else seemed bothered or even noticed anything unusual happening around us – including myself as if we were all just living in some sort of dreamlike state suspended between reality and fantasy.

The girl vanished into thin air once more right under my very own eyesleaving behind only memories etched within this desolate landscape soaked wet from relentless raindrops falling like tears upon our shoulders...