The other shore/text
It was the spring of 2015, and a man I met by chance on the Internet disrupted my already dead life. When his voice came from the other end of the phone, that spring six years ago, the boy who suddenly appeared and disappeared quickly was like a stone rising from shallow water, clear and unusual, lingering in my mind. Although I know, they are completely two people.
At the age of 20, I was also a dreamer girl. At that time, I was staying at my aunt's house who opened a restaurant, and I often went to the store to help after school. On that day, there were not many people in the store, and I was sitting in the store reading a book, when I heard a dissatisfied voice from a customer, "Call your boss." I walked over, a boy, and he said, "Why do you have hair in your dishes?" Can this be eaten? I have a stomachache now, what do you say? ”
I looked at it and didn't find anything, in order to ease the atmosphere, the cheerful nature of me made a joke: "Your gastrointestinal function is quite good, absorb it so fast?" He laughed and didn't say anything more. After that, almost every night, he ate at his aunt's restaurant, and every time he greeted me, I just nodded and smiled. He was very handsome, but he had an indifferent expression and rarely spoke.
The night before the Dragon Boat Festival that year, a few classmates and I were going to take a boat to Play on Sun Island, and there were many people on Central Avenue, and many playful men and women wore masks of various shapes. We were crowded in the crowd and unconsciously separated from our classmates. When I looked around in horror, three masked men surrounded me and said something impolite, and I was a little frightened, and I was overwhelmed, when suddenly a voice sounded behind me: "What are you doing?" "It's him, the one who always eats at my aunt's restaurant."
I played with him that night and we talked a lot. He was a year older than me, his mother died when he was 7 years old, and he went to work in the city at 17. I was full of sympathy for his experience and left contact details in the hope that I could help him. After that, every Sunday afternoon we would meet and hang out, we always had a sharp mind, and gradually, I began to like him. I know, he likes me too, but he never promised me anything.
Fast forward to the spring of the third year, which was an unforgettable and gray spring. For some reason, many turning points in my life happen in the spring, and spring always means something to me.
That day, my aunt saw me and said she wanted to introduce me to someone. I smiled and didn't take it seriously, and after my aunt left, his phone rang. I suddenly wanted to know what he really thought, so I told him about someone who had introduced me to me, and he was silent for a while and said, "I'm not the best, there will be better people waiting for you." I can't give you anything, whether material or spiritual. I was very sad, I said: "You can completely choose your life, as long as you go for it." "He was just silent, and in the silence I was still waiting for him to say those three words to me, but in the end, he hung up the phone in silence.
My aunt really introduced me to an object, three years younger than me, and I didn't agree.
Since I called him, I turned off my phone in a gamble, but I was still worried about him, but for more than ten days, he didn't call a single phone. I opened my phone uneasily, but I saw the text message he sent a few days ago: I love you, you are my only, all I have, I am willing to take care of you for a lifetime, if it is convenient, please call back.
I hurried to his unit, but heard bad news that he had a car accident 5 days ago and was no longer there. The sun was shining outside that day, but I felt like cold water falling on me, cold to the bone, and I resented myself, but I could never call back a dead life.
For four months, I spent time in remorse and grief, dreaming of him every night, and he said with a calm face, but with great certainty, that there were better people waiting for me.
One day, I suddenly received a call from the boy introduced by my aunt and asked me out. I refused, but my mother preemptively agreed to come down for me. I met him reluctantly and made it clear what I meant. The boy said he liked me and that feelings could be cultivated slowly. He said he believed that one day I would marry him. At that time, I didn't take this sentence to heart.
About three months later, the boy suddenly called to say that he was sick, very ill, and that he was in the same class as a classmate and wanted to meet me and have a good talk with me. I believed his words and immediately took the car to his classmates, but saw him and his classmates drinking, I asked him what was wrong, he said he just missed me.
When his classmates saw me coming, they took advantage of the situation and left. I said you're okay and I'll go. He had to let me have a drink before leaving, and as soon as I finished drinking it, I felt something was wrong... He raped me. After that, he called my house every day to ask me to marry him, and after more than a month, I found out I was pregnant.
All this shattered my dreams of a perfect marriage and love, and after marriage, I became extremely withdrawn and grumpy. But after marriage, he was very good to me, just still like a little child, love to spend money, play hard, and we rarely communicate with each other.
After the birth of my son, I put my mind on my career, and the business went well. I drive a luxury car, comb the latest hairstyle, wear the most fashionable clothes, many people envy my life, but who knows, my heart that was once warmed by love was shattered three years ago, I am just a woman with a gorgeous empty shell.
Just in the spring of 2015, I met a man online. We talked a lot, I heard his voice on the phone, my broken heart ached, and his voice was like my boyfriend who died six years ago. I told the netizen everything about six years ago, and I said that the person I loved was no longer in the world, so my heart was gone, and I wouldn't fall in love with anyone anymore.
But the invisible loneliness and loneliness make me always give up on that netizen...