Wechat pops up your message; Born last night, 6 kg 82 Liang.
"Congratulations! I am very happy to have a little princess. "
"Thank you, and you? When will you find someone you really love? "
It is still early. I haven't seen it ...
Turn off the chat box and turn off the phone screen. Too many worries are hidden in my heart. Ten years ago, in 2007, Jianglin Middle School was divided into two classes, and you appeared in my life. A little girl parachuted into my front desk.
I like Jay Chou's songs with you, and I chase Inuyasha and Platycodon grandiflorum with you. At that time, you would cry and make trouble. Spend the hard high school life together and cheer together.
On the night of the college entrance examination in 2009, I chatted with you with a text message. I say you be my girlfriend after the college entrance examination.
When you said you would appear in front of you immediately, you promised to stay with me.
I have traveled all over Jianglin County, and all over the downstairs where you live. I still remember you wearing a white skirt, looking surprised and happy.
I still remember your eighteenth birthday that year, and the summer vacation after the college entrance examination, I called you to order songs, but your mother received them. I wasted my surprise.
In order to make you happy, I took my little friend on a motorcycle, crossed the dark country road, crossed half the town and came to your downstairs.
I stood downstairs and sang Jacky Cheung's True Feeling. I hadn't finished eating the cake when it began to rain. A group of people rode back on electric donkeys.
Along the way, I hummed, "If I haven't clearly said I love you now and in the future, I will tell you at this moment that my only love is you." I still remember the heavy rain and young courage that night.
Later, we were in the same city, but you were in the east and I was in the north. Although I can't see it every day, I will change trains to the subway to see me every weekend. Every terminal in your car is me, and every time you change trains, it's for me.
You get up early, you will oversleep on the bus, and I will be anxious when I get off the bus stop.
Later, it was my turn to go to your school, and I took the familiar bus 128 and the line 1. I can know that I am very tired by bus, and I am very happy to miss someone. I've been on a bus line for hundreds of kilometers, and I remember that every stop sign and every street light box advertisement should stop, including the smell of your favorite corner cafe.
The boys and girls in the story like each other. After two years of high school, they went to college and insisted on the so-called different places. They felt that they loved each other enough, but they gradually separated because of an inexplicable quarrel. The reason for breaking up is absurd, maybe naive, maybe because we don't love each other deeply enough, maybe because we are young and don't know how to cherish. Maybe I don't know how to love.
It's too difficult to turn back after loving for a lifetime, and the road to love has become longer. Since then, there has been no love.
Later, the world was very big. There is a person I can't see in the village, a classmate I can't see at my alma mater's party, a car that was missed by the train, and a person who knows the air.
I once loved a brave man all my life and thought I would meet you again and contact you again.
However, the smog did not disperse, the wind did not start, and the heavy rain did not stop. You didn't stay and wait. And those years of love can only stop at lips and teeth.
I didn't know you were getting married until now, and you took pictures of the baby, only to find that the heavy rain in autumn made me so sad that I couldn't afford to get sick. And I want to slowly change from familiarity to strangeness with you. It's too hard to go back to that world.
Now I'm still in this city, and I happen to hear familiar music when I pass the corner. I will repeat the single until I vomit, and I will drop down thousands of comments to see if there are any familiar comments.
Every encounter in this life consumes the fate of the next life, and every separation accumulates fate. Even if the years are lingering, parting and gathering always come as scheduled.
I always want to ask myself, what if I tell you that I love you? It's like closing your eyes when you meet the wind, and the feeling is spreading.
I think of you once in a while, and the past is as good as new, just like I loved you at the beginning, and there is no purpose. This life is too long, and many memories can only be hidden.
Author: Gu Yunchen
What I want to do most is to write the words I want to express most.