(x) Forgetting each other
Some things start with a premonition that something is going to happen and glide on the road where it will happen. Take love, for example. It is unacceptable that the beginning of a montage of literature and art will end in an unclear situation. It's not my attitude towards love.
If the beautiful encounter is the beginning of everything, and the hormones are surging as the climax of the story, then the grief-stricken loss of love should be a good ending.
Although the ending is pessimistic, it still represents the integrity of a story. There is the romance of "Tokyo Love Story", of course, there will be people looking forward to the romance of "Tianjin Love Story". Or countless girls spinning on tiptoes on snowy days will have the desire for a "romantic love story".
My story ended flatly before graduation season. A little earlier than the bland ending of those spinning girls' love stories.
The only thing I still remember years later is the heavy snowfall. It was heavy snow in 2008. Heavy snow sealed off the mountains on the south bank of the Yangtze River, crushed transmission lines standing in the mountains, froze the uncoated oranges and vegetables and turnips in the garden, blocked the highway, and cost drivers and passengers 50 yuan to buy a bag of poop or an egg. The frozen soil on the north bank of the Yellow River is a few points thicker than in previous years, the state has stabilized the price of coal, and the coal in the rural coal yards is full of coal, and it is taken every day, and it cannot be taken every day. The heating in the city began half a month in advance, and the heating was sufficient, but most of the young people like me did not pay attention to the news, and were busy talking about love, pursuing the romance of love, and licking the wounds of lost love. Not many young people care about food and coal, operations and heating, and no one gives such an extremely cold winter a very feminine name , La Niña. And "El Niño" alive during global warming is the name of a couple of lovers. The lovers have been crying and laughing from now on, bringing floods and cold to the world.
I want to go to see Hui, even if it is over, I must explain everything clearly, and give the end of a ceremony, which is also a serious attitude.
"Let's meet and talk." Knowing you're busy, I'll go find you. ”
"It's really busy today and there's no time."
When I sat on the chair next to the Big Kasi Milk Tea Shop opposite the Central Plains Department Store, watching the flow of people, the relief of the big copper coin in the wet heart of the street attracted countless tourists to watch and play. Not far away, on the copper carriage, there are 2 innocent children, playing roguely.
No matter how cold the winter brought by La Niña, people will always find a happy dependent. The heavy snow had long been sprinkled with salt and cleaned up by the sanitation workers, but the black water made of snow could not be associated with the previous whiteness. In fact, many things are originally like that, but because people look at it differently, they will feel different.
The big card in my hand was not as good as before, tasteless, and I even suspected that the waiter had less milk. Then he laughed at himself, how could it be, it was his own heart that was dull, and the loss of love played a role.
"I'm on Riverside Road, 10 minutes."
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I waited for a long time, but I couldn't wait for the reply from the other side. I was thinking about whether I should go into this three- or four-story mall to look for it, after all, it was not too big to find anything. Instead, she thought about what to say at such a meeting, whether she felt that people were not bothered enough, or whether she had to force her to respond to herself.
"Let's finish. A meeting counts as a ritual. ”
Finally I said this first. Tears mixed with pearls in milk tea were swallowed. I started blaming the waiter for putting too much coffee and it was so bitter.
Why did humans invent such a thing as coffee, which tastes like roasted corn, ground into powder, flushed into water, all black. The smell that escapes from the brown foam is also bitter, and only by constant habit and trying can it be possible to peel off a little fragrance from it. And the smell is so faint that it's extremely difficult to capture if it doesn't seem to be there.
This is very similar to life, most of life is bitter, family, friendship, love is like the taste that escapes from it, sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter. The barren material life can still create the quality of perseverance, without the nourishment of love, and friends can talk and have similar interests. Even without all this, there is a warm family. A man must have been the backbone of the family, although at that time I was still recognized as a boy.
"Okay. Still gone. ”
Sure enough, I was hysterical like a, and I couldn't get back to meet again. Hijacking doesn't work at all. Do you want me to go up and make a noise?
decent. Even if it is bloody and painful, it must be decent. It shouldn't be long before time heals those who think they hurt. I still have friends who can share the pain of parting with my friends. No! It's not fair, how have I ever shared the sweetness of love with my friends? Love is inward. Friendship is outward.
Or, these pains are the same as the milk tea in your hand, the taste is strong or light, only you know. The coffee inside, whether it is bitter or fragrant, is just their own thought.
The crowd on the riverside road is still the same, but it has gone wave after wave. I'm frozen in place, do I pray, or do I mourn? It all seems like it's just some mental activity, and I'm like a tourist to others.
For Hui's life, I should also be just a passer-by. In the same way, you and I are the same weight. I typed the word "goodbye" as the end of everything. There was no response, as if he was in a relationship with the air.
This winter is so cold, the wind after the snow melts is like a knife, cutting on the face and cutting on the hands. The steaming milk tea was not finished, it was not frozen, but it was not far away. I could no longer insist on this mourning ritual, and the faint night stirred up the huge beast, as if it were still going to engulf everything in the world, including myself with numb limbs. I need a steaming pot of piping hot rice noodles, and a couple of beers.
I contacted a good friend I hadn't seen during the relationship– Dawn.
"Will you eat rice noodles at Sanlitai tonight?"
"Come on, I invite you!"
(End)
