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Volume 7 Endless Longing Chapter 118

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    It was late at night, and Fugui lay quietly on the bed and looked out the window silently. The lonely raindrops beat the tranquility of the night and tore into pieces the sweet page he once had.  Not feeling sleepy at all, I just stared blankly at the gray-black sky outside the window, listening to the lonely and monotonous patter of rain.

    From the moment he stepped into the house, he seemed to be in a misty dream. Everything that had happened was so unbelievable. However, when he saw the tomb that had been beaten by wind and rain in the wilderness, his heart was broken.  There was no way to pick it up.

    The drizzle that kept falling outside the window gradually wetted Fugui's mood. He couldn't understand the sky's thoughts. He only felt that the clouds and sunshine were all chaos. Why did such a kind and lovely swallow lose his life so early?  At this moment he couldn't control his emotions and seemed to have lost everything.  The only thing that exists is deep longing and too many memories, as well as the sleeplessness that always comes every night.

    Ever since the day when Yanzi listened to his promise with a blushing face and affectionately, he had never thought that there would be any other ending. He always thought that in the long years to come, he could cherish and know each other and cuddle up with his loved ones forever.  Spend a life happily dependent on each other

    The memories were interrupted by the sound of drizzle, and my thoughts fell into the void of consciousness

    It¡¯s also a rainy night like this. How many times have I dreamed of returning to my hometown

    But when you really walk into the house, what you encounter is the fact that yin and yang are separated. What a cruel reality, it is so unacceptable!

    What I reached out and touched was still the silence of the long night, and in the darkness there was only tens of thousands of pains gathering in my heart.  The gusts of night wind mixed with wet tears could not blow away the loneliness in his heart. The infinite sadness continued to spread in the night. The raindrops were like teardrops telling the story of loneliness. The past events evoked by the desolate night entangled his broken heart.

    He silently lit a cigarette, and at the moment when the cigarette butt was lit and extinguished, a wisp of green smoke curled up. At this moment, he wanted to make his painful mood gradually dissipate with the smoke.  He took out the photo of Yanzi. In the hazy night, Yanzi was still smiling sweetly at him.  Her flowing long hair and waving hands were still so clear in his memory.  Apart from photos, where can I see Yanzi¡¯s bright smile in the future?

    The people I miss day and night have waved their hands away in the clouds, and the lonely shadow of the rich and noble in the window is wiping the traces of tears on the remaining candle.  From now on, I am alone, with whom can I dissolve the desolation and coldness of the long night?

    There was a soft knock on the door, and my mother's thin figure walked in quietly. She stood by the bed for a long time before calling softly: "Takako, Takako."

    Fugui didn¡¯t want his mother to worry about him, so he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, but the uncontrollable tears still slid down his cheeks quietly, and after a while, the pillow was soaked in a large area.

    Mom sighed, sat on the edge of the bed and covered Fugui with the quilt. She paused for a while and said, "Guizi, I know you're not asleep. Alas, it's all us who are sorry for you. If your father hadn't been sick that day, or had someone else  Go find a doctor, Yanzi won¡¯t"

    When mentioning swallows, Fugui's heart felt like being pricked by a needle and it hurt.  He bit his lip and tried his best to control his emotions, but he couldn't help the tears in the corners of his eyes. After a long time, he choked and said: "Mom, stop talking. You can't be blamed for this. It's Yanzi, no, it's my life that is suffering. I can't bear it."  Got such a good wife.¡±

    Mom lifted up her clothes and wiped her eyes, choking and saying, "We have been feeling guilty for two years. What a good girl, she just left Oh! She was still young"

    Fugui said nothing and looked out the window quietly.

    The cold wind and rain intertwined with the afterimages of time and space, and missed the reincarnations of the years; the raindrops carried many deep and shallow thoughts engraved in the heart, and carried many thick and light sorrows between the eyebrows.  A string of tears is a line of poetry, a sigh is a piece of music.  Every fragment swaying in time and space is a swan song.

    No matter whether you are immersed in sweet memories or returning to the cruel reality, what can never be shaken is Yan Zi¡¯s face.

    Mom looked out the window and continued: "Originally, our life has been much better in the past two years because of the fruit trees planted by Swallows. Before she left before she left, your father and I also discussed waiting for you to come back and arrange your marriage.  .Butoh, this is all fate."

    His mother's words suddenly reminded Fugui of when he was a child, when Yanzi helped him graze, he took a bunch of flowers and said to the swallow: "When I grow up, will I marry you to be my wife?" The young swallow's face turned red and he smiled.  Said: "Okay, then you have to take care of me for the rest of your life."

    Fugui sat up, helped his mother put on his own clothes and said, "Mom, don't be sad. No matter whether the swallow goes away or not, she will always be me my wife in my heart." Before he finished speaking, two lines of tears fell.  Sad and sad.

    Fugui avoided his mother's stunned eyes, wiped the tears on his face and said, "When I went to see her today, I had already made up my mind."My sister sighed and said quietly: "Sister Yanzi, such a good person, has left like this. I still feel like I am in a dream. Every day when I am on the mountain, looking at the fruit trees all over the mountain, I always feel that Sister Yanzi is still with me."  Digging holes and watering trees, but when you look back, where will you find Sister Yanzi?" After saying that, he threw himself into Fugui's arms, biting his collar and cried loudly.

    Fugui bit his lip, patted his sister on the shoulder and said, "Fuqin, stop crying, it's allit's all my brother's fault."

    After a long time, my sister wiped her tears, looked at Fugui and said, "Brother, what do you want me to do?"

    Fugui wiped away his tears and said, "I want to erect a monument for Yanzi. Can you help me buy one from the mason in the neighboring village? I want the best one. I don't need him to engrave it. I will engrave it myself when I get back."

    The younger sister was startled for a moment, then nodded and said, "Brother, I understand. I will ask my classmates for help now and buy it back soon."

    Fugui looked at his sister gratefully and said, "Don't forget to buy a chisel and a hammer, and transport the stone tablet to Yanzi's grave later. I'm going to build a straw shed now, and I want to spend a few days with her. You need more time these days.  Take care of my parents and help me explain to them, I¡¯m afraid they won¡¯t be willing.¡±

    My sister walked a few steps, then turned around and said, "Brother, I'm going too, let's stay with Sister Yanzi together."
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