Last week I went to my ex-girlfriend's funeral, and her face looked even better than I could remember, so I accidentally cried, but I was careful not to shed tears, because the people in the ceremonial society said that important people try not to cry, and the deceased will be reluctant to leave. After listening to it, I wanted to cry even more, but I wasn't sure if I was an important person.
About last month, I received a strange message that I didn't want to click on, but through the preview message, I saw: "My sister would like you to come." "Still can't help but click on it." The other party claimed to be Xiao He's younger brother. Xiao He is my ex-girlfriend, the second girlfriend. We broke up after about three months of dating. If the memory is limited, I can only remember profound people and things in my life, and I think the only thing that can stay in my head is the three months with Xiao He. We met in the winter, five years ago, even colder than we are now, and when I first met her, I felt beautiful, and I could see a lot of romance blossoming in her. Camellia, the impression I had seen her for the first time, and when I told her about it later, she just said, "Huh? Camellia, good common name. After checking the picture, he said, "But it's beautiful." Then she smiled, just as beautiful.
Her funeral was small, held in the back hill of her home, and the backyard was full of camellias, very romantic, like her. After we met, we were together very quickly, we didn't even have time to say anything like or love, our daily routine was very simple, it was a holiday, each holding a mobile phone or a book, but lying on the couch together, or in a bed, occasionally I leaned on her, and occasionally she leaned on me. That day, as usual, she suddenly turned to me and said, "I want to see the sea." "So we took the car to Qingdao, and then we went to the beach. She wore a pure white dress and a straw hat that did not fit the circumference of her head, and within two steps, the brim of the hat slammed down, obscuring her view. She stood by the sea, like a painting, looking at me like a movie. "It's so cold." , you dress like spring. "Does it look good?" ,"Looks good. She laughed again, and every time she laughed, I felt as if something was about to be taken away.
She dragged me into the sea, I let her do it, and we ran to the bottom of the sea, and the weather was nice that day, and the sea was a little bit blue, the best sea I had ever seen in my life. She pulled me down and we looked at each other in the sea, spitting out bubbles, and at that moment I felt so fragile that life was so fragile, how easily we were watching each other's lives passing; the next moment I felt that it was okay to die, and I was afraid that I would never see a better picture than now. Life is so fragile. I looked at her lying flat, the makeup was so beautiful, at that moment I felt that life was so fragile, and the original feeling of death was so thin. Before the coffin was closed, I nodded my head in greeting to the older men and women next to me, whom I had never seen, but who had several familiar appearances on them. As I was about to leave, a boy my age stopped me: "Do you smoke?" I said, "Recently learned." "He laughed a little, and then we both squatted outside her house smoking cigarettes, watching the very few people coming in and out, watching the people of the ceremonial society come in and out, and we didn't say much, just kept spitting out cigarettes." My sister said hope you can arrive. "Do you think she'll be happy to see me?" "Yes." "I didn't ask much about the cause of Xiao He's death, but I probably guessed it.
Later, Xiao He's brother sent me to the car, waved at me, and said goodbye. Later, I kind of forgot how I got home, but I remembered a lot of memories with S along the way. Once we talked about life and death, I remember her saying to me, "Dead is dead, but it feels boring to be dead." I said, "Who of us will die first?" She held my face and said, "What do you think?" "I didn't answer, just quietly stroked her hair." If I die first, you must come to my funeral. "How could I not?" She said: "At that time, we had no contact." "Our love never says commitment because we both know that in this relationship we don't talk about the future. That's the second commitment in our love. The first is to make an appointment to go to Slender West Lake to see the sunset in the spring.
I went to my ex-girlfriend's funeral that day and didn't expect the second promise to come true so quickly, and alas, our first promise could never be fulfilled again. The memory of her keeps popping up, if I really go first, will you write me down? Talking about life and death on the same day she asked, but I didn't answer. Because really at this time, I became so hesitant, and it was so difficult to write you down with a pen. I went to my ex-girlfriend's funeral that day.