There seemed to be something mysterious in the distance. I squinted my eyes, and I narrowed my eyes tighter and tighter. It was a question that lingered in my heart, which made me more painful. She left, what should I do? Where am I going?
I have always thought of her as my confidant. I can't tell the difference between a confidant and that kind of friend. I only know:
It's hard to find a bosom friend,
As if you only have one life.
I would like to cherish,
It's like cherishing my only life.
Today, but
Silently, the two of us stayed together for an evening until late at night, but neither the moon nor the stars came out. That's how we parted.
At that time, I thought that this meeting would be a farewell, but even if I thought so, there was never a hug, and there was never any sentimentality. I will not be hypocritical, and I don't like affectation. Just like in movies and TV, this moment has to be crying impulsively, or shaking the world with kisses and hugs, or even cursing and swearing, directing a farewell scene.
Rural people are stupid, but they are not so flashy and impetuous. Tranquility may be simple, or it may be that they understand that it should be like this. The more important point is: I was a child at that time, what could I know.
That parting, I have always believed in the days since then as the eternal farewell, because there is nothing that can be questioned.
But how many times have I been delusional, she suddenly came back. Her arrival made the sun bright, the sky blue, the grass green, and the water green. My heart became extremely comfortable, as if it was about to be melted away by this comfort. However, the abominable reality did not fulfill my intention at all, and I desperately wanted her to come back, and the reality forced me to admit that this was purely delusional.
I am often immersed in the joy of fantasy, and sometimes I am sober, soberly tearing up my fantasy, like a calf waiting to be fed, extremely hungry and thirsty, but unable to find food and drink, falling alone in the desert and unable to move , I can only tear my own wounds and lick them. Fantasy and reality, beauty and cruelty, this kind of ambivalence has always tormented me and accompanied me growing up.
After suffering for a long time, it gave me the luck of all kinds of misfortunes, because it made me soberly realize a truth: reality is reality, and fantasy is fantasy. Reality can be imagined, but fantasy cannot become reality. That's it, it's always painful a lot of the time.
When I was really tortured by this kind of pain, plus other messy pains, that is, seven years after the parting, we really met again. But I didn't know that this farewell was really a farewell. Until now, I have always regretted that the sudden reunion came hastily and at an untimely time, before I could clean up my mood and make any full preparations. After personally destroying the beauty that should have been, I felt depressed, and it was difficult to change the depressed reality.
Therefore, annoyance accompanied by regret is deeply burned in my heart, which often makes me extremely uncomfortable.
What makes me regret even more is why I treated her so coldly at that time! Why did you want to hurt her sincerity! Why not give her the last ounce of comfort! When she was the loneliest and most helpless, didn't I say that I was the person who loved her the most in the world? Why didn't she even give her a sliver of help at that time? If it were now, I would give her everything.
However, everything is no longer possible. With Yang Yue gone, everything is really gone! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com