My name is Anna and I am a German woman. Franz was my fiancé, but he died in Paris before marriage.
The loss of the closest person in my life, Franz's parents were devastated, and I was even more heartbroken. The pain in my heart cannot be told, and the person I once loved the most is now separated by yin and yang and cannot be touched.
I often think of my dear Franz, his warm smile, his affectionate confession, and the wonderful time together are deeply imprinted in my mind.
Since then, the world has only been black and white, and there have been no other waves.
If only black and white were left, would the world be purer?
On that day, as usual, I walked slowly and with a heavy heart to Franz's grave.
Accompanying Franz and whispering with him has become my most ordinary daily routine, and I believe that if Franz knows it, he will be able to hear it.
Unexpectedly, there were roses on the cemetery that day, and they were delicate. The manager told me that a young French man had come before. Who would that man be, and why would a bouquet of flowers be placed in Franz's grave?
My heart was full of questions.
In the evening, I dined with Franz's parents, only the sound of knives and forks colliding, and the atmosphere was a bit depressing.
There seemed to be a noise at the door, and I got up and opened the door, and there was nothing outside the door. Not far away, there was a black back hurrying away.
Andrian and I first met in front of Franz's grave
The next day, I went to see Franz as usual, and I couldn't bear to leave him alone, under the cold, damp ground.
Unexpectedly, a young black figure was standing in front of Franz's grave, bowing his head in silence.
The last rose should have been sent by him, right?
But who is he?
Never heard Franz talk about it, his Friend of France. If they were really good friends, they must know what happened to Franz in France when he studied, lived, participated in the war, or in the last moments of his life.
I was anxious to know anything about Franz. The lover is gone, even a little memory, are precious.
I found out about the hotel where the strange man was staying. But he was not there, so I left a note asking him to come to Franz's house in the evening, or to talk about something.
Strange men came to visit
When the doorbell rang, I subconsciously looked in the mirror. Outside the door, Andrian was young and handsome, well-dressed. It's just that the eyes are very melancholy, and it seems to be a little flustered.
Franz's father directly put disgust and hatred on his face. Because his only precious son was killed by the French.
The three of us, still immersed in the pain of losing our loved ones, could not get out.
Andrian was careful, saying that he was a good friend of Franz's in France. They had a great time in Paris.
Visit the Louvre together and see oil paintings by the famous painter Monet. In their spare time, they go to the dance hall together to dance, drink, they also have the same interests and hobbies, they all love to read poetry, play the violin...
Andrian describes a pleasant interaction with Franz
The helplessness and despair of losing a loved one, a person who has not experienced it, cannot empathize.
The sudden appearance of Franz's former friend Andrian slowly soothed the sad mood of the two old men, and there was a smile on their faces, and even a prayer. I know, they want me to be with Andrian.
I also grew accustomed to Andrian's presence. He and Franz are very similar in age or hobby.
I was confused. Because faintly, on Andrian's body, I saw the shadow of Franz.
One quiet evening, Andrian and I met again in the cemetery, and we were relatively speechless, but there was a sense of silence over sound. The wind gently blows through the treetops and rustles. At that moment, how warm and beautiful it was.
Suddenly the fawn rammed
As if we had a sharp mind, we recited Franz's favorite poem in his lifetime:
Autumn chirped, as if the violin was crying. The long and unbearable gloom stung my heart and spleen. The bell rang, the past was like smoke, reappearing in front of my eyes, and I cried like rain.
In a trance, I had the illusion that Andrian in front of me became the embodiment of Franz. The warmth and tenderness that have been missing for a long time flow quietly in my heart.
On a nice day, I took Andrian to climb the mountain. That was where Franz and I used to go for a walk, and it was on top of that hill that Franz proposed to me.
The sun was shining and the breeze was breezy. Along the way, I kept reminiscing about the happiness I had with Franz. Talking has become the best remedy for me to heal my wounds.
Memories are so beautiful
Andrey sat quietly, silently listening. I told him that my wedding to Franz was scheduled for September 15 because autumn was our favorite season, and Franz promised to take me to Paris for my honeymoon.
Andrian, who was beside me, was vaguely uneasy and interrupted me urgently, saying that it was too hot and suggested swimming together. Andrian in the water is like a fish, stretching out as much as he can, as if he is releasing something.
Since then, As a special guest, Andrian has often accompanied us to dinner and chat. Of course, the topic can't always be avoided by Franz. Emotionally, Andrian also blushed, saying that he would never forget Franz's best friend in his life.
Touched, Franz's father took out a treasured violin, which was left by Franz before he died, and asked Andrian to play a song for us.
Andrian solemnly took the violin and played the bow for us.
The sound of the violin made me shudder, and a familiar scene from the past came to mind. I couldn't help but walk to the piano and do the piano accompaniment for Andrian, as I used to do with Franz Qinser and Ming.
The violin is the instrument closest to the human voice, and it speaks softly again
The scene was so familiar, so warm, that dear Franz seemed to be back with us again, and I was deeply intoxicated at this moment.
Unexpectedly, Andrian fainted weakly on the ground, looking very painful.
At night, nervous, I went to the hotel to find Andrian and wanted to ask the truth. He wasn't there, and intuitively I went to Franz's graveyard, where Andrian was indeed quietly pestle.
Looking at the doubt in my eyes, Andrian changed his previous gentleness and elegance, and his emotions became very excited, even crazy:
"I don't want to pretend to be self-deceitful anymore, I just can't stand it. Tell you what, Franz and I don't know each other at all, let alone friends.
I am a coward, a murderer.
On the battlefield, I made a deserter and met Franz in the trenches. We were both panicked, and Franz's face was filled with despair, and I knew that he, like me, didn't want to die.
In utter panic and fear, I fired a shot of guilt.
My Franz fell under the muzzle of Andrian's gun
Franz collapsed in a pool of blood.
But his gun was not loaded at all, and he didn't even think about killing me. I, on the other hand, shot him to death.
Shivering, I pulled a letter out of his pocket, stained with bright red blood. The letter was addressed to his fiancée, Anna, and contained a dried rose.
So, I know your story and I know Franz's address.
Every day and night after the war, I lived in endless regret, opening and closing my eyes to Franz's desperate and young face. Unable to work, let alone live.
So, in order to atone for my sins, I came from Paris to Germany to confess to you, to Franz's parents, and to ask for your forgiveness. ”
Mona's famous paintings
Like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, I almost stood unsteadily, leaning against the cemetery, my heart like a knife.
The night wind whimpered and the leaves fluttered. Why is the truth so cruel, peeling away layer by layer, and the ugly heart of human beings is undoubtedly revealed.
Andrian saw that I was so miserable and felt that my sins were so deep that I did not deserve to be forgiven at all. So he was devastated and left Germany hopelessly.
Leaving me heartbroken, clean up the mess alone. Trying to hide the double trauma in his heart, he told Franz's parents that Andrian had set off for Paris because his mother was not in good health and that his work required him.
The water was cold, and I walked step by step into the middle of the lake.
Dear Franz left me forever, Andrian's proximity is a big lie, where is the meaning of living, is there still true love in the world?
It's easy to die, but it's so hard to live
Whether it was fortunate or unfortunate, I was saved. After dying once, I decided to live well. Even if the future is slim, it will be brave to face.
Soon I received a letter from Andrian from Paris, in which he once again expressed his endless remorse and hoped for our understanding.
My heart was pounding, and the guilt of Franz, the attachment and hatred for Andrian, were intertwined.
Letters, written tears, tears and writes. In the end, it was sent out. However, for some reason, the letter was returned the same way.
Andrian had no news, I was sleeping soundly, and my worries were growing day by day. I finally understood, and no longer ran away from, and admitted that I had not only forgiven Andrian, but had fallen in love with him.
With the encouragement of Franz's parents, just like and the original Andrian, I bravely embarked on the road to Paris, just to tell him personally that not only Franz's parents forgave him, but I also chose to forgive.
And then there's the fact that I love him. Yes, I love him.
It took several trains to reach Paris. Along the way, I was very nervous and didn't know what was waiting for me.
Andrian's mother
Dusty, I finally arrived at the plantation in the suburbs.
The one who opened the door for me was Andrian's mother, a graceful lady. Before I could introduce me, she recognized me, said that her son often spoke of me, and thanked me and Franz's parents for their forgiveness of his son.
While talking, Andrian returned from outside on horseback. The casual suit was casually open, and his face seemed to be more emaciated and haggard.
Seeing me, he immediately ran over excitedly, with a look of surprise and unquestionable: Anna, you have come to Paris, you have finally come to Paris, thank you for coming to see me.
Andrian's mother asked me where to stay at night, I said it wasn't decided, she recommended me to the better hotels nearby.
Before I could answer, Andrian hurriedly interrupted her mother and said let Anna stay at our house, just in time for a family music party.
His mother was surprised for a second, and immediately echoed: Yes, then let Anna live in our house and go to the party together in the evening.
Have they really forgiven you? Lies and lies turn out to be so different
Andrian took me out for a walk and visited their family's vineyard and cellar. Andrian is a proper rich second generation, and his mother is very well-groomed.
He told me that he had not received a reply from me in Paris, that he had been miserable at one point, and that he had tried suicide. I remembered the stupid thing I had done, the cold lake water that did not pass my head, and shivered.
In order to make Andrian feel completely at ease, I solemnly told him that Franz's parents already knew the truth of the matter, and all three of us chose to forgive. I also hope that Andrian can let go of the past and live a good life.
Andrian listened, relieved, and breathed a long sigh of relief. I was also inexplicably happy that things seemed to be moving in a good direction.
At the evening party, the people who came to attend were basically Andrian's relatives and close friends.
At the party, Andrian naturally put his arms around a girl and then unnaturally told me it was his fiancée.
I thought, I'm the superfluous one
Andrea played the violin, I played the piano, and Andrian's fiancée sang a song, how harmonious and beautiful.
They were affectionate and their eyes were sticky. Yes, Andrian already had his own green plum bamboo horse, and he never talked about it.
Also, what responsibility does he have to mention to me?!
His fiancée sang the song "The Starry Night Society", which was beautiful and the lyrics were sad and poignant. What is the lost love, not only dear Franz, but also the newly sprouted, faint love for Andrian.
At this moment, I can't play anymore. I can only say sorry and leave the table in a hurry.
Run away quickly, escape from everything that doesn't belong to me
Andrian should know why I traveled so many times and traveled thousands of miles. It's impossible just to see their family's plantation, to go to family gatherings, to see him and his fiancée show off their love.
Faced with my lost soul, Andrian did not have the courage to face it, pretending to ask lightly, are you missing Franz?
I stared into his pale blue eyes: No, I'm not missing Franz, I'm thinking of you!
Tears slipped like pearls
The next morning, I packed my bags and prepared to resign. Despite his mother's objections, Andrian insisted on giving me a ride.
His eyes dodged in the carriage: my mother was very optimistic about her, and she loved me very much. We're going to have a wedding in a month, so we'll have you in time, okay?
I firmly refused: No, I don't think so. Hurt once, I don't want to hurt a second time.
The wheels are ticking and never stop. Parting stations are always filled with too much longing and fragmentation.
The crowd was raging, parting was imminent, and Andrian and I embraced and kissed each other mercilessly. I know, that was our last face, the first and last hug.
Without holding back, the tears slipped quietly.
At this time, Andrian was very depressed. He called my name affectionately in his ear.
I stared at his godless face and said word for word: It's too late.
I listened to the call of my heart, what about you?
【END】
@Sanyueshu women are more likely to fall into a relationship than men. But at the same time, it is more courageous and decisive.
The heroine of the play has been injured repeatedly. When his fiancé died in battle, was deceived by the male protagonist, forgave him hard, and firmly fell in love with him, he was told that he already had a fiancée.
All the unbearable past makes the heroine strong again and again. She will eventually understand that love is not the ultimate harbor of life, and no matter what kind of relationship, it cannot be the whole meaning of our life.
I am no longer me.
I've become softer, but also stronger. I can forgive and accept more. Accept incomplete others and imperfect lives.
The film is black and white, and the final heroine has light