If love has an afterlife

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Rao and I turned around, hoped to stop what we were doing, raised our heads, and looked directly at us for the first time, to be precise, at our interlocking hands, with a faint smile on our indifferent face, a bit bitter, feeling Without any warmth, the eyes under the thick-soled glasses could not hide the loneliness.

"If you can grasp it, please hold on tight, and don't let it go easily!"

With a solemn pleading on her face, there was another bitter smile, she lowered her head and continued typing without any expression on her face.

Rao stood there dumbfounded, with more strength in his hands, he nodded vigorously to the lonely figure shrouded in the orange halo of the setting sun, then turned his head to look at me firmly, and said solemnly,

"I will!"

When I got home, Rao started to work in the kitchen. She prepared a lot of dishes. I didn't care to be on the TV. I walked into the kitchen and wanted to help, but I didn't know what to do, so I stood by at a loss.

Rao stopped, took out a box of sour n_ai from the refrigerator, pulled me to the sofa, knelt down and said,

"can you help me?"

"Uh-huh!"

Rao picked up a book from the table, opened it and put it in my hand.

"I'm cooking dinner and I can't read, can you read this page to me?"

"Ok!"

I nodded vigorously and smiled heartily, this is what I can do,

Rao patted my head, turned off the TV, went back to the kitchen, and I read aloud,

"There is a legend about a bird that sings just once in its life, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth, and from the moment it leaves the nest x_u_e it seeks Clinging to the thorn tree, it will not stop to rest until it gets what it wants. Then, it plunges its body into the longest and sharpest thorn, and then it sings among the wild branches. At the moment of dying, it To rise above one's own pain, to eclipse larks and nightingales, is a song so beautiful that it dies at the end. Yet the whole world listens and God is in the firmament Smile. Because the best things can only be bought with the deepest pain... This is the legend about the Thorn Bird!"

I stopped, only feeling very sad in my heart, and murmured in a low voice,

"The most beautiful things can only be exchanged with the deepest painful trauma~~!"

Rao came over, hugged me in his arms, took out the book in my hand and put it in the drawer of the coffee table, picked up the sour milk and opened it for me,

"Hey, stop reading when you're tired."

I saw the worry on Rao's face, raised my face and gave her a big smile, she also smiled in relief, patted my head, got up and went back to the kitchen.

Looking at Rao's busy figure, the smile on my face slowly disappeared, and some kind of unspeakable sadness appeared in my heart, which quickly filled my whole heart and spread to my whole body.

I curled up like this and put the sour n_ai straw in my mouth. Only I knew that I was just doing the motion of drinking sour n_ai quietly without sucking a sip into my mouth. My eyes were staring at the drawer of the coffee table in a daze, as if some Very important things are forgotten there, but they dare not reach out and touch them.

Why not?I don't know, I just know not to do that.

I don't know when, I nestled on the sofa and fell asleep.

fragment eight

Someone woke me up gently, the room was full of aromas, a table of dishes were prepared on the dining table, and there were no dishes in sight, they were all covered by plates to keep warm.

I looked around and looked at the woman in front of me indifferently, gently withdrew the hand she was holding, and shrank back vigilantly.

The woman's warm expression turned cold in an instant, and Shu Er raised a warm smile again, took my hand and stood up and walked to the bedroom, letting me look at the photos on the wall, in front of the magnificent waterfall, on the beautiful hot air balloon, the vast In the grassland, in front of the blue water, the two of us embraced each other and smiled brightly.

Woman pointing to two people smiling happily in sunny sunflower garden and saying,

"This is you, the one next to me is me, you are Lin Zhi, and I am Cheng Cheng."

I looked carefully, and just about to nod, I shook my head desperately,

"No, you are not Chengcheng. My Chengcheng has long hair with two ponytails. I like to smile at me with my face raised in the sun. It is very pure and beautiful, and~and~!"

I bowed my head shyly and smiled,

"And she will say~!"

I laughed even more shyly again.

"What will you say?"

the woman asked curiously.

I turned my head and said softly,

"secret!"

I turned around and opened my glasses to look carefully at the woman in front of me again, then looked at the photo on the wall, pointed to the person in the photo and asked,

"Is this you? We should know each other, right?"

The woman squeezed out a smile helplessly, shrugged pretending to be relaxed, and nodded to confirm my question.

"Yes! We know each other, you can ask me to forgive you."

After finishing speaking, she turned her back, her thin shoulders twitched slightly, she was trying to control her emotions, I saw her sadness, and gently pulled up the corner of her clothes,

"What's wrong with you? Are you unhappy?"

Rao took a deep breath, recovered and shook his head,

"Not unhappy."

Said and pulled me to the photo wall on the other side,

"This is Quiet and Anran, they are your twin daughters, do you remember?"

I had a vague impression about them in a trance, nodded hesitantly, very happy, and continued,

"Look, this is a photo of them when they were just born. Here is a photo of you and them. This is elementary school, junior high school, and high school. The older they grow up, the more they look like you. Look, their eyebrows, eyes, and noses are all similar to yours. They look alike, and they're pretty, aren't they?"

Looking at the photos, I felt warm in my heart, and I kept nodding to Rao.

"The one with a ponytail, who looks very cute and quiet is An Ran, and the other one who loves to laugh and is a bit ghostly is An Ran. Come back, they look very similar, so you have to look carefully, you can't mistake them, or people will be unhappy."

I nodded hesitantly, staring intently at the photo to identify it carefully, a voice in my heart told me that this is a very important matter, and I must take it seriously!

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