Oh, dear readers, grab your teacups and let's immerse ourselves in a story together. It's not a news report, how can it be so serious and cold, but a small theater of life, full of warmth, tears and the occasional smile.
The story begins in front of a mottled courtyard house on an old street. The setting sun shines like an old artist's last golden glow, dyeing the dilapidated but warm courtyard with a dreamy warm hue. In this afterglow, two people who once loved each other reunited by chance.
"Do you remember?" she asked softly, her eyes glazed over the waters of the lake, "and you always forgot the words when we rehearsed Romeo and Juliet here. ”
He shook his head with a wry smile: "I just remember that every time you forgot a word, you would gently hit me on the head with a fan." The words still seemed to echo with each other's youthful laughter at that time.
However, the good times did not last long, and with the passage of time and the invasion of reality, they lost their way in life like characters who came out of a drama. The misunderstandings and contradictions accumulated in the marriage eventually caused cracks in the relationship.
"I don't want to hear you say I'm sorry anymore!" she said angrily. "Because 'I'm sorry' can't heal all the rifts between us. ”
He stood speechless under the elm tree. The elm tree seemed to be a silent witness to their relationship, gently swaying its branches and leaves in the wind.
In the years after the breakup, they each played out different chapters of their lives. To this day, reunited at this funeral - her mother died. The atmosphere is so solemn that you can touch the small particles of tension condensed in the air with your hands.
"She always asks about you......" she choked in her throat, "and said she wanted to see us reconciled." ”
Ripples rippled in his heart: "I ......"
"It doesn't matter. She interrupted him, "Let's let it pass." ”
At this moment, it seems that only the two of them exist on the old street. The noise faded away, leaving two beating and lonely hearts under the elm tree, trying to rediscover the melody in the dusk.
Forgive me, dear readers, for not often humor in such heavy topics. I hope you can find a trace of resonance, an understanding, and perhaps a little warmth between these words.
Don't worry, we're not depicting all sorrow – just as the sunset always gives hope. After this unexpected encounter, perhaps they will rediscover the long-buried and unfading emotional spark between them?
Life is inherently more complex than drama, allowing characters to step outside the framework of the script and find their own version of the ending in the real world.
So, please continue to drink tea, enjoy the story, and find your own moment of peace in the midst of the chaos and joy.