It takes seven days for a person to die completely

This is the second time I have come to visit him, and it has been eight days and five hours since he left this world.

I remember everything about him clearly.For example, he likes to add three ice cubes to the frozen Coke. For example, when he knocks on the door, he always knocks twice lightly and then three times. For example, when he brushes his teeth, he likes to go left and right first, then up and down.I am not a genius with a strong memory, I will forget many trivial things completely, and I have not deliberately observed his behavior, but once someone infiltrates your life, you will forget many things Inadvertently write down, and never forget.Coincidentally, he was the one who appeared in my life.

Today's old park is quite chilly, the mist is lightly covering the dark forest, and the faint, long magic sound that seems to be real and illusory makes everything seem unreal.

This reminded me of the weird things that happened on his first seven days. I thought it was because my emotions were too intense and I had hallucinations by mistake. The atheism I believed in told me that they were all illusions and illusions.But when I saw his face in the mirror, the emotions I hid in the depths finally spewed out, and until his phantom disappeared, I was still out of breath.I'm too dependent on avoidance, I don't have the gilded beauty that he evaluated at all, and I'm just a coward, facing the person I love, I don't even have a word of what he wants to hear, my heartfelt words Can't tell.

While thinking wildly, I walked to the lakeside surrounded by mist, which is where he lives.At his request, I scattered his ashes in this small lake.This kind of burial method is very strange, I also asked curiously after listening to his proposal,

"You like the sea very much, why don't you choose sea burial?

He looked into my eyes and just smiled, "I just want to be closer to you."

I put the bouquet of purple forget-me-nots in my hand lightly on the moss-covered lakeshore, the immature petals were still stained with crystal clear morning dew beads, which can be regarded as a little comfort for this lifeless forest.

I thought of him again, and since his death, if I have observed anything good, I have associated it with him.If I were shriveled and fallen leaves, he would be the rain; if I were a shadow, he would be the morning light; if I were me, he would be him.

He never shy away from death during his lifetime. I clearly remember that he once asked me cryptically whether he wanted me to die first or him to die first.I replied straightforwardly and decisively: "If there is a day, I hope you will die first,"

"Most of your daily life is taken care of by me. If I leave first, I guess you will degenerate to the bottom."

After he listened patiently, he was silent for a while, and then sadly said in an almost begging tone: "So, don't leave me, okay?" I was surprised by his sudden words, for his words, I never knew how to answer him well.I was afraid, afraid that his feelings for me were nothing more than spoiled worship.Therefore, I chose to hide my inner anxiety with silence.

In the end it was my will, and I have no regrets, not at all.Although I spent the days after his death in torment, at least it was me who suffered, not him, and I am very grateful for that.

The surrounding area is completely silent, only the barking of dogs occasionally wafting from the deep mountains alerts me, and I am still alive.In this silence, my thoughts are my own, I can think about anything, I can imagine him still alive, I can imagine him standing next to me, I can imagine him laughing and saying, "It's so boring here, Let's go back."

But I didn't, I just stared at the calm mirror-like water, from the rising sun chasing the sky to the afterglow kissing the western mountain.

I think it's time to go back. It's meaningless for me to remember too much. In the few remaining days without him, I should live well.

"I'm leaving." I looked down at the water, my voice was as soft as a child's raving, and I didn't dare to let my breath startle a little.

Then, I saw his figure waving to me and his smiling face reflected on the glittering golden water mirror.