"Creation of Short Stories" Station (Part 2)

(iii)

The boat watched the back of the sea merge into the flow of people, until it was invisible, still standing in place.

Because everything happened too quickly, too suddenly, the boat had not yet returned from the moment of breaking up with the sea. Until I heard the radio broadcast again: the train to the northeast was about to start. Zhou hurriedly took out the mobile phone from the bag, and did not care about the agreement with the sea, dialed the sea's mobile phone number, and the mobile phone came: it has been turned off.

The love nest that the boat had built in its heart slowly collapsed, and its brain went blank, feeling that everything that had just happened was so unreal and incredible. More than a year of emotions just vanished? Can't even be a friend?

The boat calmed herself, did not rush home, but walked to the lake opposite the station, she wanted to calmly sort out the chaotic thoughts.

Standing by the lake, watching the lake water pushing towards you wave after wave under the wind, your heart is also the difficulty and calm of wave after wave.

Once again, the boat carefully recalled every detail of the time when he had just met the sea, trying to find the exact answer to the severance of contact. She had been repeating this many times.

Perhaps, it was Haitong who made a joke with himself; perhaps, it was Hai who had another hidden feeling that was more difficult to talk about; perhaps... I thought about it a lot, but I still couldn't find a reason to convince myself.

In fact, the answer is very fresh, but zhou is unwilling to believe it, unwilling to let go of the "spiritual love" that supports emotions.

The boat confidently thought that at night, he would receive the message of the sea, and everything would be revealed.

The boat psychology is slightly relaxed. A cold wind blew through, feeling very cold in the body, remembering the eagerness to leave home, forgetting to wear a scarf and gloves, the neckline of the coat was also open, licking the slightly dry lips, and the tears that stayed at the mouth slid into the tip of the tongue, sour and astringent. The boat once again suppressed the sadness that rose in his heart, wiped the tears from his face, tightened his collar, and against the cold wind, he summoned a taxi.

(iv)

At night, the boat finally looked forward to the time to send messages with the sea, but the mobile phone lay quietly there without a sound, the boat did not dare to take a step away from the mobile phone, even to the toilet, they took the mobile phone with them, for fear of missing the text message or phone call of the sea.

Zhou remembered that one night, Hai suddenly called, incoherently, saying that he was with the customer, drunk high, and wanted to talk to Zhou. Although hai's speech is a little unclear, but the mature male magnetic voice is still not glamorous, that is only the warm love words expressed on the text message, transmitted from the far northeast to the ear of the boat through the mobile phone, making the boat beat a heartbeat, a blush, and the heart is very moved.

In this way, in the middle of the night, the boat recalled the thoughtful words given to her by the sea bit by bit. During this year, the text message of the sea has become part of the spiritual world of the boat, the emotional sustenance.

The boat slowly fell asleep in anticipation, waiting, memories, and thoughts...

In the early morning, a ray of sunlight shines through the curtains and enters the bedroom. Zhou opened his eyes and looked at his husband next to him, and a wave of apology welled up in his heart.

After seven years of marriage, through "spiritual love", can you successfully pass the "seven-year itch"? She asked herself...

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