Lost Love (Microfiction)

Zhu Zi and I have been together since childhood, going to primary school together, going to middle school together, but after the college entrance examination, she was admitted to a key university in a foreign country, while I only went to a local college.

The days of separation were always difficult, and finally I couldn't stand the loneliness, took two days off, and stepped on the train to the north alone to see her.

Wrong is wrong in my unexpected. When I found the beads on campus, I saw her snuggled up in the arms of a tall boy, laughing and laughing. I immediately understood what was going on, grabbed my backpack and walked out without looking back.

She caught up with me alone, but she didn't catch up with me.

I got a call from her in my dorm room and asked me how I left as soon as I saw her. I didn't answer, asking her if she hated my looks or my education. She was silent and said I had never hated you. I asked you what was going on with him. Nothing was going on, we were fine, she said dryly. I said beads, don't you understand that feeling for you? How could I understand, did you say it to me? She yelled at me, he's confessed to me many times, have you ever?

I sighed, beads, beads, I didn't expect you to be so childish. I admit that I am a taciturn person who is not good at expressing my feelings. But do you know that some people look like a piece of coal, not only black, but also cold, but as long as it burns, the light and heat it emits are enough to give people light and warmth. Unfortunately, there are many such people, often before they can be ignited, they have been extinguished....

There seemed to be a sob over there, but I had hung up the phone gently.

Later I also talked about a few girlfriends, but they all blew up very quickly. One of them looked quite like a bead, and we had been together for a long time, but we couldn't find the feeling. Once, we had a fight and she scolded me, and I hit her. "You slept with me, so don't take me seriously!" He cried and cried.

Looking at her tearful face, my heart somehow felt like someone had poked her by someone, drilling her heart ached. I pushed the door open and rushed out, ran into the shadows of the park, and gulped down a cigarette. Sobbing, the tears silently came down. What a coward! Only then did I understand that the feeling of dumping people and the feeling of being dumped are actually the same! Just like curry and chili, although the taste is different, it will make people shed tears.

Since then, I have stopped acting recklessly, studied hard, and after graduation, I was fortunate to be favored by a large company and hired me. The boss appreciated my diligence and lack of words, and it didn't take long for me to become a manager.

Now that work is busy, there is little time to go home to visit my parents.

When I returned home during the Spring Festival, they were all very happy, and everyone gathered around to eat melon seeds and chat. Having said too much, somehow I pulled the beads. I asked how the beads were doing, but they didn't answer, and when they asked again, they said you should go and see, anyway, it's not far away.

I think the beads may have had an accident, and it is taboo to say the word "death" in the New Year.

Sure enough, in Zhuzi's original bedroom, I saw her portrait hanging on the wall. Her mother said that the beads had been scraped down by a truck and died near graduation, and then she shed tears. I didn't say a word, just handed her the gift and walked out.

Leaving The Bead's house, my tears gradually burst into my face. I covered my face with my hands and tried to avoid the surprised glances of pedestrians.

Oh, let that deceased love, with this silent tear, pass away together.