On one Saturday morning on the autumn day, she was holding an umbrella and waiting at the elevator entrance to go to her house to eat popsicle . Under such humid light and shadow, the girl's face is like a bright camellia .
We ran barefoot in the rain. After we arrived at her house, we happily ate ice cream in the spacious living room of her house until we were tired of playing, and the two of us slept sweetly together. The girl's long hair and the fragrance radiated made me awake, who was drowsy, and then I gently combed her long hair and fell asleep sweetly again.
Maybe you think I am a boy, no, I am a girl who doesn’t get along with my parents very much, and my family is not a happy family.
This girl and I have secrets that we don’t want to tell others and the pain that we cannot bear at our age. But we are all young and cannot digest them ourselves. These secrets and pains are like pure but swelling buds, and they are trying to find the way to this world or our own life. This entrance seems to be solved by obtaining or giving love, so we write letters to each other every day, even if we were in the same school and class at the same time, even if we met every day. In this way, this secret that has nowhere to be placed, in the interweaving of the two of them, finally one day, we all wrote in the letter: I love you. It's like saying to a world that hasn't started the journey yet, I'm going to start. The feeling of
, although it is two girls, it looks like a first love.
But, in fact, we are just like two children who yearn for more care but are invincible and sensitive, giving each other love to keep warm.
Later, more than ten years have passed, and I have also left the place where I once grew up. From south to north, I started writing books and publishing novels, and my life gradually became unrestrained and bumpy.
However, I told her at that time in elementary school that when I grow up, I want to write a book because I want more people to know my own pain, your pain, our pain and even everyone's pain.
Later, she got married and had children, and worked and lived quietly. Her husband was a simple and silent man with stable life.
We have lost contact with each other for a long time.
Until one spring, my house was at home. By chance, I contacted her and went to visit her whom I hadn't seen for many years. I still clearly remember that the fruits she likes were apples and bananas. I bought banana apples and a handful of pink carnations at a fruit store near her home.
When she opened the door to meet, her long hair had been cut off, replacing a rough bun.
I saw the cute child sleeping soundly in her arms, and I felt so moved. She is already another wife and another mother, but I am still alone.
We looked at each other speechlessly and smiled at each other.
This time we met, she showed me the tropical fish raised in the living room. The air in her house was filled with milk powder and fishy smell.
I saw a black and white photo of her when she was 15 years old on the wall of her room.
I always carry black and white photos of my teenage years with me.
photos are already very old, but the girl has bright eyes and white teeth, and her smile is bright and dazzling, making people feel sad.
has not seen each other for many years, and it seems that it has not changed for many years. Our preferences have not changed, as if we have returned to the Girls' Generation.
When I said goodbye, I held her child in my arms and she sent me away.
More than ten years later, she and I could wave goodbye calmly in the heavy rain, and they all became a sentimental but willing woman without regrets.
For more than ten years, we have experienced a lot of desolation of human nature and the tragic fate. I believe that she and I no longer need to devote ourselves to finding out what kind of outcome we will end in the future. Because, we all know that we will eventually grow up, and the secrets will disappear and the pain will pass.
