Divergent

The first year of our breakup, I wrote this story for you to see.

Although there are many regrets between us, not going to Rome or raising a golden retriever, it is possible that these regrets will accompany me all my life until my death.But at least we were all grateful for that relationship, we all took out our hearts, and we all faded our childishness through this relationship.

Friends say that my encounter with her was like a movie.I think it is quite similar to "Little Things in a Big City" written by Master Xi, but the title should be changed to "Little Things in a Small Town".

In the vast sea of ​​people, I can no longer find a woman as rare as her. She comes from a mysterious foreign land, and she is like an elf.

When I wrote this text, I suddenly caught a glimpse of the letter "Y" on my left hand, which was the knife mark left by self-harm, but I just smiled to miss this past event.

For that relationship, I buried it deeply in my heart as early as six months ago.She should find a tall and handsome senior, that boy should buy a lot of delicious food to feed her, he should sing her many beautiful songs, and he should take her to every little place kissed by the rain. Lane, should take her to taste every small shop hidden on the corner of the street.Maybe I can still see her at their wedding ceremony. Although she won't have time to wear the wedding dress I prepared for her in the future, she must be the most beautiful bride in the world.Pray that the boy dotes on her and understands her.

A year apart, maybe we all have changed.

I stopped playing basketball and moved out of the town where we have memories.I can't find that kitten anymore, it doesn't want to go home.Maybe it chose to wander like me.I cut my hair short and the pimples started growing on my face again.I became more and more melancholy and a little pitiful. I tried to find a lover in the name of others, but to no avail.I became more and more inferior.Maybe I started to try to accept girls who were worse than her, and I gave up a lot of ideals.There is no one around me who understands me, even if there is, I am still lonely.I was no longer the top student in her mind, and my grades slipped and slipped.I don't pay much attention to clothing anymore, anyway, she can't see it, and everything she wears is a tool to avoid the cold or hide her shame, and she can wear whatever she gets every day.Fortunately, I met Shu, Sanmao, Alexandre Dumas, and Xu Zhimo at this stage of my life.Now I have become a devourer of books, and only books are with me. I want to try to open the door of the literary world, but I have been turned away.I began to try to be a poet like Lin Xi, even though we were far apart, we still relentlessly moved closer to him.I walk alone on the road alone, not disturbed by the ridicule of mediocrity.Maybe she couldn't imagine that a person who never liked reading would become a book slave.

I don't expect to meet another girl who is "blind" and special like her, because there is no second place in Yaochi.I just want to do what I want to do in my next life, just keep it simple.

She should have picked up the dialect here, maybe she no longer speaks Mandarin.Now she is in love with archery, obsessed with Hanfu and Han culture.I have also seen pictures of her with bright red lips, she is doing well, who would change for life?

But when I saw the two front teeth she showed when she smirked in the photo, I felt that although time took away a lot from us, it gave us a lot at the same time.But fortunately, her eyes are still not polluted, and I still make the best place in my heart to place the memories about her, and I hope that the memories will not sprout when spring comes again.Her light is still there, her garland is still there, her fawn is still there, the narrow path that we have walked together countless times is still there, the old street lamp is still there, and our wine is still there.

I miss her, the past with her, and the days when I practiced Mandarin hard.

The winter solstice is approaching, and I need a cup of coffee to wake me up.I'm glad I met her.

Today, we are no longer in touch.Although I would still call the empty number that no one answered after drinking, I no longer dared to look at her WeChat and QQ.She didn't dare to understand her current life anymore, even if it was only a little bit.

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Leave, you shouldn't bother your lover anymore, right?

Qu Sheng

2015. 12, 9