In Vietnam in 1985, a young man made an impromptu decision to park a motorcycle haphazardly under a banyan tree and leave in a hurry. He probably didn't expect that this parting would be a long time of thirty-five years.
"Cuong, are you sure you want to park your car here?" The young man's friend asked, his gaze sweeping over the beat-up motorcycle.
Ah Qiang (pseudonym) glanced back and replied nonchalantly: "It's okay, just a while, I'll be back right away." ”
He didn't expect that this moment would turn into thirty-five years. The motorcycle became a silent witness under the banyan tree.
Thirty-five years later, when the villagers decided to clear the old banyan tree, the motorcycle was rediscovered. It was handed over to a local museum and became a testimony of the times.
"You see, this motorcycle is a witness back then." The director of the museum told a group of visitors, "It bears witness to the changes of an era, and it also bears witness to the story of a person." ”
Visitors gathered around and curiously observed the motorcycle, which is full of traces of history.
"Curator, who is the owner of this motorcycle? Why did he put it here for so many years? One visitor asked curiously.
The curator shook his head, "We don't know exactly why. The young man left and never came back. ”
The story spread through the village, and people speculated about Cuong's whereabouts. Some say he went abroad, others say he may no longer be alive. Either way, that motorcycle became proof that he once existed.
One day, an elderly man walked into the museum, and his eyes fell on the motorcycle motionless.
"Sir, are you interested in this motorcycle?" The curator walked over and asked.
The old man nodded, "This motorcycle is mine." ”
The curator looked at him in surprise, "You are ......"
"I'm the guy who parked his motorcycle here, Cuong." The old man said, a hint of nostalgia flashing in his eyes.
"Your story must be wonderful, right?" The curator asked curiously.
Cuong smiled and began to tell his story, "When I left the village, I went to many places and experienced many things. Sometimes I think about that motorcycle, but I never get a chance to come back. ”
"Now that you're back, what are your plans?" The curator asked.
Cuong looked at the motorcycle, "I thought, it's time to let it go home." ”
He decided to donate the motorcycle to the museum, where it became a permanent exhibit. And his story, along with this motorcycle, will forever remain in the memory of this village.
This story is not only a story about motorcycles, but also a story about time, changes and life. It tells us that there are things in life, even if forgotten, that will reappear at some point, bringing us endless memories and touches.