[Pokemon] 2015 Ghost House

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Fifteen years later, the increasingly raging wind and sand on Route 15 turned half of Hezhong into a desert.She told me that this place was not like this before, and she said that no one loves that land more than her, or is more familiar with the warm memory of holding the railing and looking into the empty place.These words were all told to me with half nostalgia and half tenderness when she pointed to Fengyuan street news column when we first met.I've only seen this side of her.Those vain hopes she was talking about that she would give her all to pursue.The death she longed for.The loneliness she longed for.A story that does not hesitate even if it falls into a cycle of wandering.They were all things I couldn't understand at first.

When she leaned on the railing and looked into the distance, it seemed that there was really something behind the turbulent yellow sand under the huge egg mixer, the void of time, the still river of time.After she left, I quietly boarded her former position, touched the railing carefully, trying to imitate her appearance, and I looked into the distance for a long time.I don't know when, my life seems to be to copy and understand the life of the champion in the past.I was as willingly absorbed in imitating her shadow as she was in other people's.And then I can finally say, I saw it.

Later in my life these questions gradually became explicable.Touzi's life has been stopped. When I first met her, she was already stopped, and the things she longed for had already merged with her.Eternity then descended upon her, as did I—me.I was also frozen at the moment I saw her.Eternity and beauty caress my cheek kindly and lovingly.

At first, this understanding almost became part of my most painful memory.I naively thought that there was always someone who would understand me.But because of our different experiences, I am tired of self-righteous arrogance, complacent about experience and loneliness, unable and impossible to copy another choice on myself or another person, the shackles brought about by this, but in the end it is The unchangeable gap and destination between human beings.I should know.This is the last dialogue of my long conversation with that unknown world after seeing her.

In old age.We sat lonely on the river bed in the desert, weaving wool contentedly, writing novels, singing poems, and finally let the tentacles of the algal black sea strangle me to death.This often hallucinated memory should reveal our final fate and traces in the broken fragments.Touzi has since disappeared from my life.Even if one day my mother suddenly told me that Touzi died, it would not be surprising.But I feel like my mother and I will die before her.

FIN.