After returning to the army, Fugui was still immersed in sadness and unable to extricate himself.
Every time I think of Yan Zi, my painful heart will tremble. This pain is like a sharp sword piercing his chest deeply and making him bleed. He didn't know how to stop the blood that kept pouring out of his heart. In fact, he knew that he didn't want to bandage the wound. He would rather suffer the pain of missing him slowly, even if he was knocked down by bursts of severe pain.
He went to the back mountain to visit Zhang Chengliang, and infinite sadness suddenly surged through his body. Such a young life has been lying silently for six years, and the ruthless time has left traces of time on his tomb. The once smooth and white stone tablet has been covered with light green moss. The once bright inscriptions have gradually been mottled by the wind and sand. The bright red of the year has been dyed into dark red by the vicissitudes of the years. It greets you alone. Every sunrise and sunset in the Gobi.
Fugui's thoughts flew to his hometown, and he wondered whether the lonely tomb in the distant mountain village would gradually change with the changes of seasons, let alone whether that touching and poignant love story would be revealed a few years later. Being forgotten as the years go by?
Perhaps, in this world, no one can refuse the hurried pace of time. Just like the flying snowflakes in winter, the vast Gobi Desert once dominated the desert. But with the change of seasons, when the Populus euphratica in the distance spits out a touch of green, the thick snowfield gradually disappears without leaving any trace. .
There is no trace of the snow!
Is the snow really leaving no trace? For those who really like snow scenery, how can there really be no traces in the white snow field? The real traces of the fluttering snowflakes will always remain clearly in people's hearts, just like those difficult-to-leave moments in people's lives, no matter how bitter or sweet they are, they will always be treasured in their hearts.
Just like the voice and smile of a swallow, it will always flash in Fugui's mind inadvertently, affecting his mood every moment, because this familiar shadow has left a deep mark on his heart!
Whenever Fugui silently stares at Yanzi's photo and Yanzi's bright smile, he always suspects that he is in a horrible nightmare. He can't believe that Yanzi has left him. But when he thought of the lonely tomb in his distant hometown and the cold tombstone, he seemed to be awakened from his sleep. After waking up, he was still immersed in deep regret and self-blame.
Yes, he owed Yanzi too much, too much. Although he had given Yanzi a promise, this promise became a lifelong regret with Yanzi's departure!
He suddenly remembered what his sister said to him before leaving: Brother, you should take care of yourself. Sister Yanzi is gone. I believe her spirit in heaven will silently bless you. I hope you can find her in your heart again soon and live happily. !
happiness? ? Fugui smiled bitterly and shook his head, could he still be happy? For him, the word "happiness" was already very far away. From the moment he saw Yanzi's portrait, his happiness disappeared with the swallow. He can't forget the swallow, because the swallow is a mark that is deeply imprinted on his heart and will never be erased!
Every time he sees the cold full moon in the sky, Swallow¡¯s handsome smile will appear in his mind again. It was still so clear, just like they broke up yesterday, he seemed to still be able to smell the fragrance of the swallows and feel the warmth of the swallows. But as the moonlight gradually dimmed, his heart also became gloomy and depressed. At that moment, with tears in his eyes like a dream, the clear figure of the swallow gradually moved away, and finally disappeared into the distant horizon.
Facing the vast and empty Gobi, he often felt extremely lonely. It was an unbearable loneliness, as if he was the only one left in the vast world, and his soul was wandering on the ancient yellow dust road, without purpose or dreams. , and no longer have the concerns of relatives far away Looking back, the heavy steps left two lines of crooked footprints in the dust. Every step he takes takes him further and further away from home, and every step he takes requires all his strength. The unforgettable heartache suppressed him to the point of suffocation!
Will people have an afterlife? Looking at the vast sky, Fugui kept asking himself such a childish question. Although he knew that the so-called afterlife was just a legend, he still prayed silently, hoping that he could still know and love Yanzi in the next life, and that he could happily hold Yanzi's warm hands and let laughter fill the road to the next life.
The long white clouds, the desolate grass, the empty sky and the earth, the wealth and wealth suddenly felt desolate. He felt like a wanderer wandering in the distance. Without the care of his lover, his thoughts had nowhere to go, only the hot sunshine was mercilessly burning. Roast his lonely figure crawling on the Gobi with difficulty!
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Those days were the most difficult and sad years in Fugui's life.
He doesn¡¯t want his comrades to know what¡¯s on his mind, fearing their concern.No matter how many years he and Yanzi are separated, Yanzi will definitely wait for him!
Suddenly he felt someone tapping his shoulder. When he turned around, it was Du Lei.
Du Lei looked at him with a smirk on his face: "Why are you so stunned? You didn't even hear what I asked you?"
Fugui: "Oh" said: "What are you asking?"
Du Lei looked at Fugui and said, "Fugui, I see you have been unhappy these past two days. Is there something on your mind?"
Fugui forced out a smile and said: "What can I have on my mind? Okay, you guys have a rest early. I'm back to the team. I just came back. There's still a lot of work to do." After saying that, he left without looking back. .