mr frank is faithful to love

(FR. Zuo Boyao)

I have more than one birthday wish. Before I leave, I want to hold a music festival for the children at school. I hope that Qi Hao’s injury will heal quickly. I hope that Feizi can really turn over a new leaf. Live gloriously again.

But I'm sorry, when I looked at Frank for a split second, I realized that no wish was about him, and my heart skipped a beat, because I was so touched by the surprise and tenderness he brought, but I know, we really have away.

"Happy birthday, only 23 years old, so young." Frank said.

It wasn't cold at all, I was wearing a thick coat, but I started to shiver uncontrollably, and my two hands were still held together in a wishing posture.

"Frank," my tears flowed down, I sucked my nose, controlled my emotions, and said, "I hope you have a good life, and I hope that I have a good life. This is my greatest wish."

He nodded, looked at me neither happy nor angry, showed a slight smile, and said, "I will."

"Thank you." I said.

For sure, this is the most sincere thank you I have ever said in my life. Frank let me take the cake home to eat, but in the end, we sat on the big rock outside the broken house and shared the cake.

I also talked about other things. For a few moments, I really wanted to cry desperately. For a few moments, I felt that my heart was more open than ever.

"Go back to sleep, it's so dark," Frank said.

I have turned off the flashlight, at one o'clock in the morning, the surroundings are pitch black, and Frank's coat and I just touched, but there is no real feeling of contact, I whistled the melody of my new song, and sang a few more lines, it is not the final version I said, "I will never forget my 23rd birthday in my life."

"Well, I can't forget either."

I remember everything we said in the early hours of the morning, Frank's voice and laugh, and then, I recalled the many happy moments we had together in the past.

This feeling is illusory and blissful. On that day, I didn’t sleep for a few hours, and got up to help the teachers. Before the students came, I lit a fire to boil hot water like Qi Hao, and helped the principal cook breakfast.

He asked me if I smoked, I shook my head and said, "It's bad for your throat."

Frank will leave here tomorrow, I think, I will leave here soon, and I told the principal about the idea of ​​the music festival, he is very happy, and like Qi Hao, he also hopes that the children will learn more .

But I said: "But I met the best music here, very original ethnic music, and I will use it in my new song."

I saw Qi Hao in the hospital yesterday, and I asked him if he would come back to be a teacher.

He said: "My parents didn't want me to go, they were willing, but this time I was injured, they were too worried about me."

"It's really hard to decide." I said.

"We discussed it. We will be transferred to another hospital in two days. We may return to Chengdu to recuperate for a year or so before making plans. After all, the body is the capital of the revolution."

Qi Hao's family is in Chengdu, I know this, and I also know that his father is a middle school teacher and his mother is a bus driver. Although he is not rich, he is a happy family with everything in the city.

Therefore, even if he never goes back to the school in the mountains, it is a realistic and common decision.

I said, "That's right, the body comes first, so don't worry too much. Fortunately, there are other teachers and volunteers in the school."

I didn't expect Qi Hao to cry in front of my face. It seemed that he had endured it for a long time. He couldn't let go of his students and his ideals.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't cry, I'm sorry."

"No," I almost cried when I was provoked, I said, "I know what you think, I really didn't understand it before, but now I understand, the future will last forever, Mr. Qi."

I also said: "When your injury recovers, come to Beijing to play with me. Then Universal Studios will be able to play. Don't you like "Harry Potter"?"

"Okay, sure," Qi Hao said, "You must find me when you come to Chengdu, and I will cook Sichuan dishes for you."

"Well, definitely!" I nodded firmly.

On this day, the agreement between me and Qi Hao was born.

Standing at the entrance of the village to send off the car of Frank and his party, I tore the fresh straw in my hand into two halves, and I didn’t say anything to him about my farewell speech a few minutes ago, I just said: “Be careful and tell the driver not to drive too fast , the road on this mountain is not very good."

"Well, we'll keep an eye out."

"Okay, let's go, goodbye." My expression at that time must not be very flattering, and Frank has been looking at me with a blank expression.

Say: "See Ethan in Beijing."

I didn't answer, but just waved to him before he got into the car. Whether I really met him in Beijing is really unknown. After all, even if I go home, I have no reason to go to see him.

So does he.

The car drove out of my field of vision, and there is plenty of rain here. Therefore, the soil in the mountains is always moist and soft to step on. Plants can grow taller than in the north, and the forest is much denser than in the north.

On another misty morning, I finished all the things I wanted to do here, and then I planned to leave alone. I bought a batch of books and musical instruments for the students, rented a car to transport them, and then I returned them to the future. Qi Hao left a letter and stuffed it into his locked drawer.

Because I know, no matter what, he will come back to see again.

Then, I walked for a long time to take a bus, and when I arrived at the county seat, I transferred to the city, and then went to the airport to catch a flight to Beijing.

After leaving there, I still remember the cool mist that morning, the music festival with a bonfire that night, a song I sang with my students, the cicadas and the birds.

Always remember, my 23rd birthday was celebrated in the dark.

A few days later, I went to a bar with a terrace with a long-time friend. I stood behind the railing and felt like a different person.

I am alone and weak, and of course I can't save the world, but in the past few days, I have done my best to do many meaningful things. I said to my friends: "I have recovered from my breath."

"Where did you go?" he asked.

"Go to the mountains," I said, "the new song has been written, there is more than one, and I reunited with my ex, and I spent a few wonderful days. There will be no more pain."

"Which predecessor, the German?"

"Yes," I took a deep breath, swallowed half a sip of ice-cold wine, and said, "It seems like he and I... It seems that we are really separated now, and we don't even have any blame or complaint."

"Feel empty?"

I thought about it, and nodded twice, I said: "It seems to be in the second life, but we still remember the things in the previous life."

The rounded ice cubes in the glass slide with the liquid, and I say I don't think it's windy enough here.