一阵微风吹过詹妮弗的头发，金红色的太阳即将落山。海滩上的詹妮弗望着那火红的圆球，不禁惊异于它的颜色：中间是红彤彤的，向外柔柔地变成黄色。她只能听到海浪的声音，还有在天空中高高飞翔的海鸥。
眼前的景象使她放松下来，出走几天的经历，让她感受到这才是她所需要的。她想：“天晚了，我该回家了，父母会惦记我在哪里。”
她在猜想自己离家三天才回来，父母会做出什么反应。她一直走着，径直走向163号平房，每年暑假，她都是在那儿度过的。一路上空寂无人，她慢慢地、静静地走着，再有几百米就能安全到家了。
天色完全黑暗下来，太阳几分钟前就落山了，外面越来越冷。她真希望自己穿着最喜欢的那件套头衫，那该多暖和啊！她想象着自己正穿着它呢。可是一看见她家的前门，这种想法就烟消云散了。眼前的一切有些异样。外面的花园好几天没人照料了，这让她非常吃惊——她父亲平时处事严谨，每样东西都要求干净整洁，而现在呢……花园好像一片荒芜。她不理解发生了什么事情。
她进了屋，首先到了厨房，看见父亲留的一张字条，写着：“亲爱的埃伦，这是煮好的咖啡，我出去找找。”艾伦就是她的母亲，但是——母亲在哪儿？走廊的右边是她父母的卧室，她走进去就看见了母亲，躺在床上睡着了。母亲的面色异常苍白，看起来是那样的疲惫，好像多日未眠。詹妮真想把她叫醒，但是母亲看起来太累了，真不忍心叫醒她。于是詹妮也躺在她身旁睡了。詹妮弗醒来时发现有些异样：她不在母亲的房间里了，穿的也不是离家出走时的旧衣服了。她是穿着睡衣躺在自己惬意的床上。
回家的感觉真好啊。忽然她听见一个声音：“亲爱的，你现在感觉好点了吧？知道吗，你让我们多担心、多害怕啊！”
Love in That Summer爱在那个夏天
She enjoyed Strauss, KFC and Brazil Espresso, I know, she was like a busy bee in an office building in a decent grey dress suite. That was the case before she met me and all this has vanished since she fell in love with me.
Let me date back to 1997. I started my so-called business and she followed me without any reservation. That summer came very early and the flowers made a red city. We lived in a small suburb house, which was an illegal construction, with wind blowing through four sides into the house. That made our temporary home.
Just for saving money, we walked to our downtown store in the mooring, ate very simple lunch just worth 1.5 Yuan for each, and walked back home in the evening, thus we felt totally exhausted every day. We seemed to live through one whole year in such situation.
We tasted hardships and sorrows in those days. At that time, the business was my totem, while the love was her belief. These were all on which we could rely to go ahead.
One day, we walked home very late. She sat at the bed edge and washed her feet. I went to the landlord for boiled water to make instant noodles. When I came back with a thermos bottle, I found that she had fallen into a sound sleep. She kept a pose of being totally exhausted with her feet dunked in the basin. One of her arms was under her body, thus a light snore could be heard. I tiptoed to the bed with the intention of flipping her over to make her more comfortable. I gazed at her face, a young and pretty one which was filled with tiredness. On this pretty face, I found a mosquito.
That summer, the city was like a huge steamer box. We put off the time of buying a mosquito net one day after another just for saving money. I knew mosquitoes flew everywhere in our room, but it seemed nothing to me. So exhausted when lying on the bed, I doubted whether I would wake up even if someone cut a piece off my body, let alone mosquitoes bit me.