That person beats the horse on your road of youth, but stays with your memories for the rest of his life. Perhaps there must always be someone who becomes a hidden pain in life, a scar that will hurt without touching it.
The rain stopped, and the willows were still swaying on the shore of Nanhu , and the breeze was as clear as ever. The place mentioned repeatedly in the history textbook finally became a lifelong inability to hear and get involved. The computer level 2 foundation on the table has not been turned on, and the weather in Jiaxing is still as cloudy and sunny as the sun is shining, and the rain falls on oleander. The bus from Jiulu to the city will still be blocked at seven or eight o'clock in the morning. The city downstairs thirty-one floors is full of neon lights, and the memories about you are clear and fragmented, and they are in a trance. This small southern town is full of traffic and people come and go, and there is no change in the slightest because of your sudden departure. It may not be because you are too small but because the world is too far and empty. So much so that once you reincarnate, you will be able to cross the mountains and rivers in your life.
Handling on a familiar and unfamiliar corner, waiting for you to suddenly appear in the coffee shop on the corner to smile and greet me. After walking through the years, the road you came from was imagined that you would still be in the old days.
The cocoons covered with memory were peeled off layer by layer, and I felt warm and elegant when I heard your name for the first time. You looked at me "pointing and touching" in the banquet hall with disdain. At that time, we were all interns in the hotel. In the evening, you went to my private room to help after finishing your work downstairs. Maybe it was the little touching and friendship that made me choose you between the two, so you naturally became my apprentice. Later, our story inevitably became cliché of love over time. Although we didn’t like boys’ sweet words, we accepted everything about you. Telephone, information, WeChat, QQ. . . . . . . We talked about siblings and long-distance relationships with each other. Over time, we had suspicions. There were flowers and plants around me, and there were belles and swallows behind you. There are quarrels, suspicion and retreat, and the executioner of love is finally the end of three months. The final agreement is never seen again. I mentioned that after reading so many love secrets and drinking so much spiritual chicken soup, it was still inevitable that I would run away in panic.
Horse thousands of miles to your city, but cannot find a reason to contact you again. Those deleted messages have no excuses to recover. If it weren't for the accident where you suddenly left, I think I might be able to escape a narrow road in my lifetime. I don’t know how to clean up the emotions of being broken and support it in front of your mourning hall, so the familiar name is so strange on white paper. The photos on the table are in black and white frames, and your brows are frowning. Are you blaming me? I was so proud, willful and paranoid. The sound of Buddha and agarwood filled with each other, and I knelt in front of your parents and sobbed in silence. That was the most courageous courage in my life, but unfortunately you didn't see it. No more contact, I have made the final promise I have asked you. The last time I felt your body temperature in my life, the thick wooden urn was through the thick wooden urn, the last time I hugged you was a photo, and I didn’t have time to look at you on the last day.
A friend comforted me and said, you are the hero who saves people and should be proud of you. But, if you can, can you be a little selfish and be a hero who is just me and has nothing to do with this world. I don’t want self-esteem, and my self-confidence is also groundless. I don’t cry or make trouble, and I no longer dislike you for being childish and unemployed. Can you come back?
Back to the place where we worked together, every brick and tile, every grass and every tree reflects your appearance. I remember the days when we were together, I remember you pick me up to and from get off work, it was cold in winter, you held my hand and put it in your pocket, I remembered that I hid in the cabinet in the private room when I was sleepy, and you came over to look for me in surprise and then hugged me out; I remembered that other boys toasted me at the New Year's Eve dinner in the company, and you blocked my wine for me, looking unhappy; I remembered that you carried me downstairs to make me happy when I was drunk and cried for him; I remembered that when I was seriously angry with you, you hugged me and made promises; I remembered that you admitted my mistakes with me like a child after arguing with me. I remembered that when other boys bullied me, you rode your bike all the way, without blinking when fighting with people.I remembered that you came over and hugged me when I was unhappy; I remembered that you went to Yuehe together, you said that you would take me to take costumes together; I remembered that the quilt fell on the ground and broke, and you didn’t let me touch the glass scraps; I remember how stupid it was when you walked under camphor tree ; I remembered that you ran a few streets to buy hand-catch cakes for me; I remembered that you sang my favorite song "Break Point" for me in an unprofessional voice; I remembered that every time I was not in the company, you would be in a hurry to work; I remember that you told me that my aunt looked at my photos and praised me for being cute; I remember that every time you came to me, you didn’t have to look up and smell the faint soap fragrance on your hands I know it was you; I remembered that you were careful when you kissed me for the first time; I remembered that you blamed me for eating instant noodles, I remembered that you told me that I would like to hold me from behind and stick it to my ears; I remembered that I made fun of you and other girls and you blushed when I blushed; I remembered that the Kuaishou video you shared with me; I remembered that the guests praised me and said that the young man had vision, you smiled embarrassedly; I remember that the last time you hugged me and said that you waited for you three months later; I remembered that if I got lost, then you were my eyes; I remembered that you kept me when I broke up; I remember that the last sentence I said to you was still arrogant and arrogant; I remember that you said that you would always be with you; I remember. . . . . . .
After you left, I didn't dare to open the thousand pictures of our memories. The biggest skill I learned after you left is to remember, and the function I fear most is to forget. After you left, I lived in your house, lying on your bed covered with your quilt, pillowed on your pillow, playing with your computer, holding me and saying that it was as ugly as you, Hippo Talk to your family about your life. My sister will wait for you to come back on the balcony, and my grandfather will make your favorite fried egg rice. Before I woke up in the morning, my aunt took her coat to wash. As soon as she finished washing up, her grandfather brought the food to your computer desk . I sat there, my heart tugging. I know no one can replace you in their hearts because you have always been irreplaceable. You are gone, the only message in my heart that we will never see each other again in this life, never see each other, never see each other again.
The book says that the first seven people who leave will disappear, but how can you bear to leave me alone to live forever? I will use the rest of my life to warm a cup of tea, wait for you to sleep in autumn and then fall asleep for winter, and wake up when the spring breeze is slightly rising, okay? God I trust so devoutly does not tolerate my little temper as much as you think of you. I always feel that you are in that city, but we still have a tacit understanding and no contact, but from now on, don’t come out to look for it when the wind is cool. I am afraid that the ashes you turn into will be blown away by the wind.
The memories of the past are like being added with preservatives in my mind. I left that city, but couldn't get out of your eyebrows. My willfulness and cowardice finally let you down. If regrets are a kind of guilt, then I will be with this guilt for the rest of my life.
When you met you in the most beautiful years, you spent a while making me missed for the rest of my life.
Zhu Yuexiang, this gentle name that I felt when I heard it, fate made it engraved in my heart in the most extreme and profound way. Time flows, and it will never return without increasing or decreasing. But, in this life, I feel so sorry that I have not been able to live with you!
