This summer is coming. It is time for migratory birds to migrate and fly to a warm place. The night in your hometown is a little cool. Where is my hometown? Suddenly I was a little scared to go back. I loved it very much, but you were not there. I went to see you the day before yesterday, at the corner. There was a crowd of people around them, and they were extremely fanatical. I think they all love you very much, and I love listening to them yelling your name wildly in your native language. The name that tossed and turned in my dream and was remembered here. I sat silently in that corner, watching you fight to the last moment, just like when I first saw you. At that time, you were still a thin big boy. Your opponent's rude turn could make you stagger, and your opponent's mutant dribble could easily shake you to the ground. But I saw the flame in your eyes. You were bayonet like a warrior in your rookie game, trying your best. When you were stuck in the rebound, you were squeezed to the ground. My friend with me laughed and said: Look, I said he couldn't do it.
I watched you get up, gritted my teeth, and rushed to the front field again. There is a rushing flame in your eyes. I said to my friend: Otherwise, let's make a bet, he will dominate this arena one day. I love this bet very much because it, I can follow you rightfully and watch your game. The day when you cut 30 points on the head of the monster that has dominated for ten years, my friend said OK, I admit I lost. I said no, I should wait until he really stands at the top of basketball. I was so afraid of the end of this bet. Although, I knew it would be over. From the first time I saw the thin red rope on your wrist, I knew the ending. The girl who weaved this rope must have two dexterous little hands. I tried to weave it again and again with my rough big hands, but I didn't succeed once. The only finished product, my friend saw it, and asked me with a smile, if it was a collar.
In your country, there is an ancient legend that an old man can tie strange men and women together with a magical rope, and then they will fall in love and never separate again. You have been tied tightly by that magical rope, and I can only braid a clumsy collar. I always want to ask you in person if it is because of this magical rope, its magic power, that the note I gave you, sinks to the sea. I tore the note and tore it. For the first time, I felt that my mother tongue was so pale and powerless that I could not express the words I wanted to pour out. In fact, I would rather your reaction be to reject it flatly than to be silent. There is a proverb in my hometown: When dealing with hopeless love, you should cut it off like a lumberjack, and the most deadly thing is always the least painful. But I can't do it. Even if this hidden relationship is exposed to people, I can't cut it off in half. My agent held the newspaper and yelled at me: You silly woman who is addicted to love! You are now a laughing stock for fans all over the world! I lowered my head and said nothing. I was just thinking in my heart that I can no longer watch your football game secretly... At the beginning of the new season, I went to find my tattoo artist. She once stabbed a beautiful national flag on my arm. Every time I stroked it, I could feel the infinite power brought to me by my hometown. When she heard that I was going to stab the pattern, she opened her eyes wide in shock. I said Jenny Dear, can you keep this secret for me? However, after the thorn is on, you can never remove it again. She said. But, I really hope that the pain that pricks on my body will never be forgotten. You never knew that we had met. On that noisiest street in your city. That was the first time I saw you not wearing a jersey. I saw you at a glance at both ends of the street. A baseball cap, a clean T-shirt, with hands in his pockets, standing quietly is so warm. I stood foolishly across the street and couldn't stop my gaze. You disappeared as I decided to run through the traffic and run to you. That's good, if you don't meet, you don't need to say goodbye. Tomorrow's game, I hope you can come.This is the second note I gave you, I asked someone to bring it to you the night before yesterday. That was one of the most important competitions in my life. I hope to see you sitting on the sidelines. But you didn't come at last. I know you won't come. The magic of bondage is so powerful. You no longer wear it on your wrist, but it still tied you firmly to her. I fought for the last second. The opponents are too strong and their sense of oppression suffocates me. But I didn't give up, even for a second. I think of your eyes yesterday, the look that burns your eyes after being exhausted after being physically exhausted.
You have never given up, and I will fight until the last moment. At the end of the game, I cried bitterly. I really, really hope you are here. The nights separated were particularly cool. I discounted tomorrow's air ticket and finally turned into a small square. I hope it can be lost, and then I have an excuse to delay my departure. I want to go to the city where you were born, where you lived, the schools you attended, the court where you sweated, and probably, the girls you held hands. You must be very cute when you first love. Unfortunately, I finally couldn't make it. The migratory birds are about to leave. The fireworks show began and everyone started to have a carnival. This is the last carnival of this feast. People laughed, hugged, and showed their joy in their hearts. In the bustling crowd, I saw you at a glance. Your smile is still so shy and warm. I suddenly hated the high heels on my feet. When I ran towards you, I was so twisted and refused to obey. I shook my shoes off and shouted your name. I have never felt so happy in my heart. The name that was hidden in my heart for a long time was so loud for the first time, without any concealment and hiding. The noisy noise almost drowned out my shouts, but I still saw you turn back as if you were hearing something. One step, two steps... the pain of my heartbeat, so happy pain. Almost the next moment, I wrapped my hands around your neck and leaned against your chest. Time suddenly became slow, and I felt countless spotlights around me flashing rapidly. Tomorrow, I will probably become a fool who is known to the whole world, and the media in my hometown may start to criticize me again. But, what does that matter?
At this moment, I held you and your heartbeat was ringing in my ears, so fast and so fast. I love you, I said. Your hug stiffened for a moment, and then I heard your soft voice, so light, and I am the only one in the world who has the right to listen. I know. Time suddenly regained its ruthless speed, you let go of your arms, turned around and walked into the crowd, disappearing in an instant. The happy crowd swallows you up in an instant. I slowly turned around, and the beautiful scene of fireworks all over the sky made me begin to doubt whether everything just happened was just my illusion or dream. I walked alone, pressing my right hand against my waist. There was a beautiful pattern, a mysterious pattern from ancient civilization. When I am helpless, when I fight to the point of exhaustion, I will involuntarily caress it. The eight strokes, each stroke is full of deep pain. The pain makes me awake forever and will never forget you. you will never know. That's your name.
The body has not moved, the heart is far away; how far it is, how far it is
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