follow-up I would like to find you thousands of miles
I was so excited that I couldn't speak. There seemed to be a lot of things blocking my chest, holding it there and making me unable to breathe. I wanted to grab her hand, but my body couldn't move. I looked into her eyes anxiously.
, for fear that she would disappear.
Her fingers were still on my face, but a tear slipped from the corner of her eye, "Leng Xiao, you have to take good care of yourself for me, do you understand?"
After she finished speaking, she stepped back little by little. No matter how reluctant I was, the shadow became lighter and lighter, and finally disappeared into the pale moonlight.
I wanted to rush over and hug her tightly, but my feet and voice no longer obeyed me. I seemed to have used all my strength, but what I grabbed was nothingness.
"Momo."
I sat up in shock and realized that I had just had a dream.
I stretched out my hand to wipe the cold sweat from my head. It was like I had taken a sauna, and my whole body was soaked. The dream just now was so real, as if she was really beside me.
I don't think this is me worrying about gains and losses. Others say that there is a kind of telepathy between lovers. Since she can enter my dream, does it mean that she really cares about me?
Tianluo said I was crazy. He stood aside with his arms folded and watched me pack a simple suitcase.
"Do you really want to find her?"
He didn't say the rest of his words. In fact, he wanted to complain that you are crazy to go find a dead person.
But I don't listen. I won't listen to what anyone says now. I only believe in my own intuition. She is not dead. Momo is not dead at all. She is still alive in this world, but I don't know where, or in the world of ice and snow.
The north, or the south where spring flowers are blooming, or the city with steel bars and iron tiles, or the countryside with peach blossoms in March.
In short, I will look for her wherever she may go.
She spent four years searching for me all over the world. Just because of the original agreement between Cup and Tou, I was willing to spend four years, fourteen years, twenty-four years... As long as I still have breath,
As long as I can still take one step, no matter how far I go, no matter how far I go, no matter how much time passes, no matter how long the world ends, I will follow her wholeheartedly.
Momo, no matter where you are now, you have to wait for me, because I will be here soon.
With only a simple backpack, I hit the road.
I took her diary with me and carefully wrote down the places she mentioned in it. She said she liked the desert. Although it was deserted, it felt like home. She said she liked the sea and wanted a house facing the sea.
In her house, she opened the window every morning, and there was warm sunshine in the room, and seagulls were flying; she said she liked the grassland, riding horses and singing, being free; she said she liked the mountains, always tenacious and upright, and being strong without desire...
It turns out that she has always liked to be close to nature and feel it. She hopes to roam freely in this vast world and have unlimited happiness.
I came to the Zoige Prairie and looked at the green grass and blue lake in front of me. I thought of her smart eyes like the lake reflecting the sky.
I wrote down the vastness of the grassland in her diary, then drank a bowl of highland barley wine and continued on the road.
I came to the Himalayas and climbed up with the climbers. Standing on the mountainside, I looked into the valley and seemed to see her dress fluttering, just like the white snow covering half of the mountain peak.
I wrote down the majesty of the mountains in her diary, and then continued on the road under their raised flags.
I don’t know how many roads I have walked and how many places I have been to. I am like a wandering traveler with no purpose. Every time I go to a place, I will write down the scenery and people here in short sentences in my diary.
I know that maybe I will still not be able to find her in this life. In fact, I just carry on the thoughts in my heart and want to chase her soul. Only if I keep walking and searching can I feel that I am still alive.
Still moving forward with her hopes and dreams.
I have been walking like this for a year. I have been to too many places. I have ridden in a carriage, rode on a tractor, and even talked with angry young people on the train about the current situation. I have met many people and walked many roads, but every time I walk,
I remember every step so deeply. This is where she and I walked together.
I didn't expect that I would come here again, or that from the beginning, I had a love-hate relationship with this place, and this is also the place Qiu Mo once said that he didn't want to come back, but I finally
Ignoring that sentence, fallen leaves return to their roots, and fallen red flowers protect flowers. A person has been wandering outside for a long time. When she reaches her twilight or the end of her life, she actually wants to end her life in the land of her birth.
Iceland is no longer the poisonous den that smells of gunpowder smoke and has three posts, one sentry and five steps. The people here live and work in peace and contentment, either planting fields or fishing for a living. The slums where she and I once stayed have already
A new house was built, with red tiles and white walls arranged neatly like soldiers in formation.
I walked on this land that had shed so much blood and sweat, and saw naked children running past me. When I was their age, I was already working in a drug processing factory and didn’t have enough to eat.
, they don’t have warm clothes, and although they can’t be said to be rich now, at least they can have enough food and clothing and receive the most normal education.
I asked for a glass of water from a house and then sat under a tree to rest.
How would Qiu Mo feel if she knew I was back here?
I smiled lightly on my lips and imagined it carefully.
After drinking water, I wanted to continue walking around the island. Some people hung calligraphy and paintings on the street. It turned out that they were used to draw sketches for people. I stopped idle and saw that most of these were live sketches of people. I already lost interest.
But a painting suddenly hung up by the stall owner made my heart beat uncontrollably. I grabbed the painting and held it tightly in my hands. It seemed like there were thousands of voices waving flags and shouting in my heart,
The joy could no longer be suppressed, like the popcorn I ate when I was a child. It made a popping sound in the continuously rotating stove, and then scattered into pieces of white flowers.
The person in this painting is actually me.
I hurriedly took out the diary from my body. My hands were shaking and I dropped the diary on the ground. I picked it up, wiped off the dust on it with my sleeve and opened it carefully.
In the diary, she drew many portraits of me, all while I was in Iceland, either sleeping, smiling, or angry.
At this time, holding the painting in my hand and comparing it with the previous one in the diary, I was even more certain that this painting was really painted by her.
The boss was still looking at my abnormal behavior. He didn't understand how this person could see a painting as if he were seeing a peerless treasure. I grabbed him and asked, "Where is the person who painted this painting?"