If this was a rigorous novel, then I should also make up a story to tell everyone how she and I got along.
But the truth is indeed so inexplicable. After watching that game, we were together.
It's not that I don't mind her boyfriend. At that time, I was like a child who finally got the toy that he had longed for. I was so excited that I didn't even think about the blood and sweat that my parents had to spend to buy it.
It was indeed a wonderful time. We squandered our respective youths and cherished every minute and every second we spent together. After class every day, I would take the car to their school to accompany her, and would bring her some small things every time I went there.
Gift. If it is a weekend, the two of us spend endless time together: watching movies, singing, and going shopping. Our favorite thing to do is to sit on the side of the road together and point at the passers-by and guess them out loud.
story. It doesn’t matter even if others think of us as crazy, because there is no one else in our eyes.
There is a small lake next to their school. In fact, it may be more appropriate to call it a pond. Because people who are in love like to go there, it has a beautiful name: Lover's Lake.
The first time she and I went there was in the evening. It was very cold, and her hands were cool and comfortable to hold. There was a project going on there, and the road was bad and bumpy. I led her carefully.
Watching her jump around among the piles of rocks. When we finally got there, we both could only smile bitterly at each other: The lake in the evening sun has become a construction site that is in need of new construction. Only the water on the edge of the pond.
A bay of water and a willow tree still retain a bit of their old appearance.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know." Her voice was low, like a puppy that had made a mistake.
"Fool." I held up her head. "As long as you are here, there will be a Lake of Love." I dragged her to the willow tree. "Look, didn't you leave these things for us?"
Lover's Lake belongs to every couple of lovers." I looked into her eyes, her eyes were so hazy. "And these are the only ones that belong to the two of us..."
On a late autumn afternoon, at a construction site, by a pond, under a dying willow tree, she and I kissed for the first time.
Her hands are cold, but her lips are hot...
Christmas is here, and even though we have cursed him more than ten thousand times in our hearts, our teacher still appeared in the classroom on time that night and started to give us the exam. On Christmas Eve in 1999, I actually spent it in the exam room
After the exam, it was almost 9 o'clock, but I still ran to her school to spend the last Christmas Eve of the end of the century with her.
There were a lot of people on the street that day. Everyone had more or less innocent smiles. From time to time, you could see over 30 people wearing Santa Claus hats playing with children. We exchanged Christmas gifts, and the two of them actually
Thinking of getting together, we both gave each other a big Shrubby! Holding the two dogs, we laughed like children...
I took her back to my dormitory. Due to my preparations, there was no one else here. I lit the candles on the table one by one, and her face became rosy little by little. The music started, and there was a burst of music.
It was an old song "last
Her hands are always so cold.
Gradually, we got closer. I wanted to kiss her, but she quickly moved away. I was frustrated, but she bit my ear: "Thank you."
She cried...
I don’t know why, but I didn’t want to comfort her at that time. I just held her tightly in my arms and wanted to use all my strength to melt her. Time froze at that moment, and everything around me was so quiet.
It's so quiet. Only the warm singing gently wraps us up.
A long time passed.
"I'm leaving." She whispered.
"Oh, I'll give it to you." I let go of her as if waking up from a dream.
Her tears have dried, but the traces of tears are engraved on my heart...
December 31, 1999. It was a day that the whole world paid attention to. I prepared my camera early to capture all the firsts of the new century. In the square after 11 o'clock in the evening, everyone's
Her face was filled with excitement. I led her around the crowd, trying to record the last bits of the 20th century.
"5,4,3,2,1!!!"
"Happy New Year!" We hugged each other and shouted.
"Remember this moment." I said loudly.
"What?" She couldn't hear.
I bit her ear, "We have been in love for a century!!"
She said nothing and nodded seriously.
I gave her the New Year gift I had prepared: a card I drew, with her lying on the desk and sleeping soundly on it.
She laughed and wanted to hit me. I avoided her and said, "Look behind me."
On the back of the card, I wrote a line: You are the last woman I love in the 20th century and the first woman I love in the 21st century, but I must make you the last woman I love in the 21st century, okay?
?
She hugged me and cried.
At that time, although the whole world was noisy, I still heard her low voice.
"kindness"
The New Year was over and it was almost time for winter vacation. She left before me. When I sent her to the train, she said loudly to me: "Thank you."
"Silly girl." I smiled and put the earphones into her ears, playing Faye Wong's song, "You are happy, so I am happy."
"Remember me!"
"I can't forget it even if I want to. We have agreed for a century."
The train was far away, she disappeared, and my smile dropped.
When I left, I thought: The winter vacation will be over soon.
But she never came.
Winter vacation passed and I came to school. However, I couldn't find her. She disappeared from my life.
I went crazy and called her home, her school, her friends, every phone number I knew countless times.
However, there is no news from her.
During those two months, I lived a very decadent life. I became suspicious, irritable, and drank and smoked all day long. Although I didn’t want to admit it, I knew that I lost. It’s not that I couldn’t afford to lose, I just didn’t believe that.
Can countless solemn and sincere promises fly away so easily like a light feather?
As if to specifically laugh at my failure, he appeared in front of me again.
"What are you doing here again?" I faced him coldly, trying my best to look energetic.
He smiled bitterly, "You know what? Until today, I never believed that you loved her more deeply than I did."
"It shouldn't have anything to do with you, right?" I spoke irritably because I wanted to anger him.
His mood seemed very unstable. "This is Ling's letter to you."
He took out a white envelope and put it on the table.
"I think we will never meet again." He turned and left.
I was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at the envelope, which was as white as an angel's feathers. After hesitation, I opened it.
That is a letter that I can now memorize every punctuation mark, but please forgive my little willfulness, I really don’t have the ability to write it down. The so-called unforgettable sometimes means that I dare not touch it at all.
something because it hurts too much.
The bell is dead.
I always thought I wouldn't be able to type these four words, but when I did, the pain seemed numb.
A month after meeting me, she fell into a coma. When she was examined in the hospital, I learned that she suffered from a disease, a disease that I couldn't bear to mention. She was in pain at the time, but she unexpectedly found a kind of relief.
She knew she didn't have to choose anymore. In the last period of her life, she wanted to truly love once. She told her boyfriend her decision and asked him to help hide it from her parents. Surprisingly, he
My boyfriend accepted it calmly. So I could spend the happiest time with her, and our love was like the confetti flying on the court, spreading in every corner of the world.
"I know I'm very selfish. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. If I'm still a girl in the next life, I will definitely look for you again."
"I'm very grateful to you, but I can't be too willful. My last period of time must be left to my parents. I also have to take care of my final responsibility as a daughter."
"Do you still remember the story about meteors and stars you told me? Although my life is as short as a meteor, in that short moment, you, the star, lit up my sky. I
Again: thank you."
"Although, I finally said to you: Remember me. But that is because I am too willful, so please forget about me."
"I'm sorry, I can't abide by our agreement. I can only be the first woman you love in the 21st century, but I can never be the person who loves you through the 21st century. However, I think you will forgive me.
mine……"
…
"fool……"
When my tears soaked the thin letter paper that had been soaked with her tears, I could tremble and say these two words.
No wonder her hands were always so cold, no wonder she suddenly seemed to let go of all her burdens, no wonder her boyfriend came to see me that day, no wonder there was always a hint of worry on her eyebrows that could not be wiped away,
No wonder, no wonder, no wonder... I can't find her anymore.
I gently lit a cigarette and tried to calm down my emotions. The plot of the novel actually happened to me. I couldn't imagine it, but I had to believe it.
Counting from the day we met, our love only lasted 117 days. But it felt like 117 happy years to me, because we once loved each other for a century.
After reading the letter, I called her home. Although I had called before, no one ever answered the phone. The person who answered the phone was her mother, a very kind aunt. She thanked me for the bell and said
He was smiling when he left.
I cried again, and my tears slowly flowed into the deepest lake in my heart along with the tear marks carved by the bell again and again: although it was just a pool of water, a dying willow tree, and a
Paper airplanes flying slowly in the sky...
Also, that promise that lasted for a century.
After graduation, I still stayed in that small town in the south of the Yangtze River, even though my family kept urging me to go home. I just said to my parents again and again: Wait a moment.
I just want to search for her shadow again and again in the warm candlelight in the only store in the city that sells Chen Shuhua's tapes, by the lakeside of the lover who is about to disappear, and in front of the now deserted stadium.
Everyone said that I was so stupid, but I could only smile lightly, because I knew that my love was a kind of faith, faith in her.
It has been two years. Although I will call her home from time to time to greet her parents, I have never had the courage to go to her home to see her. Maybe after writing this article, I will have the courage.
.
It must have been late autumn by then. I would stand in front of her grave under the faint sunshine and gently say to her: "How are you doing now? You know, you are happy, so I am happy."