Chapter 53 2 They are very close, we are far away

After a while, Lu Yuan found me again.He was actually thinner than before. Seeing him like this, I don't know how to comfort him.There are some things that no one can solve except yourself. Lu Yuan took back some things from Gannan and took a lot of photos.His eyes were red as he took those things out of his bag.He first handed me a few photos, which were dilapidated walls, but filled with charcoal densely written words, he pointed to those words and said softly: "Do you believe Su Tong? Ruhua can't get out of the house , I just wrote these things on the wall for a few years. They were all about her and Wei Rufeng's affairs before. They were repeated a lot, line by line, but she wrote very seriously. As long as Wei Rufeng said something, it would be the same. It can be seen how many times she has thought about it silently. Over the years, she has been repeating the memories of being with Wei Rufeng... Summer can become winter, spring can become autumn, today can become twelve years old, and tomorrow can be Become twenty years old, but no one can become Wei Rufeng. There is only one Wei Rufeng, and she has always been in her heart, and she has been waiting..."

Later, I couldn't tell whether he was talking to me or who he was talking to. Lu Yuan was very restless that day. Explain Xia Ruhua's life in detail.Some say that she usually sleeps here, some say that she was tied up here once, some say that she never wears her own clothes but Wei Rufeng's shirt, some say that she takes too much medicine, and the bottles and cans make her feel uncomfortable. It hurts... Finally, Lu Yuan took out a tape, put it in his Walkman, and handed me an earphone.The tape made a noisy noise because of the long time. At the end of the opera, I heard the long-lost voice buried deep in my heart.

"Hey?" ... "You really know how to pick the time, okay, come find me, I'm in the Haiping Theater, which happens to be close to your home." ... "What's the matter? Come back at night?" "Don't worry, I'm just meeting a friend, tonight...it's hard to say." "Come back! I have something to tell you!" "Row." "Then I'm leaving first! You must come back!" "Ai." Hearing the gentle "ah" that he promised to come back, I finally cried out silently. Lu Yuan pressed the stop button, took off the earphones and said: "This was accidentally recorded when we watched the opera. I didn't expect Ruhua to keep it forever. Ye Xiangrong only found out that she still kept such a picture when he interrogated Ah Jiu. You can't imagine how many times she listened to the tape, it was Wei Rufeng's promise that made her wait stubbornly. For so many years, she always thought that Wei Rufeng was still alive, and she loved him too much."

Indeed, she loved him so much that from the start, we all lost to them.Recalling the emotions that troubled me at the beginning, it seems that I have always cherished it, whether it is Wei Rufeng's indifference or Xia Ruhua's timidity, I like them all, but now, I have no time to tell them... Later, Lu Yuan transcribed that tape to me. He relied on Ye Xiangrong to finally buy the house in Gannan, and I kept the wall photos of Xia Ruhua’s large number of manuscripts.I want to sort it out, after all, these words are equivalent to the lives of those two people, and there is still a long part of their lives that I have not participated in.I want to start over and see what I missed and how they ended up.It took me a long time to arrange those photos in roughly order. Lu Yuan is right, there are too many repetitions in it.I can't imagine what kind of chaotic state Xia Ruhua was in to write these things. It took many years to write, and what was written was still such a distressing thing.

After reading it from beginning to end, I found that there are indeed many things that I don't know very well.For example, the rape that changed Xia Ruhua's life when she was seventeen, why Wei Rufeng left Dongge Nightclub, how cruel and sinister Cheng Hao was... After so many years, I feel sorry for the little ones at the other end of time. When Xia Ruhua's grandmother picked up Rufeng, she probably only thought about the sad situation of the little boy. Would she have thought of what kind of life this boy would bring to her granddaughter? If Wei Rufeng's biological parents were still alive, would they know what kind of years their child had passed, and how unwillingly they died?

If that human trafficker had a conscience, would he have taken such a young child away from his hometown, and let him end up in a quagmire from which he could not get out? If Lin Shan can be kinder instead of pushing Xia Ruhua out viciously, will Xia Ruhua lose her desire for light? If Ah Fu knew that he would have to pay the price with his life, and that many people's lives would be lost forever because of his momentary lust, would he still commit such a crime against the girl he first fell in love with? If Wei Rufeng calmed down and didn't pick up the knife at the beginning, if he called the police, if after that, no matter whether it was the police or other people who lived well in society, they extended a helping hand to them and helped them, would he and Xia Ruhua be right? Can you slowly lead a normal life?If Cheng Hao let them go and did a good deed for that girl who was almost as old as her daughter, and turned his interest in her into a kind of protection instead of a cruel tease, then would Xia Ruhua sincerely rush at him? Smile once?

If Wei Rufeng resolutely quit after saving Cheng Hao, if Cheng Xiuxiu didn't keep him selfishly and persuaded his father, then could they not die together but live together? If Ye Xiangrong could open Xia Ruhua's heart, persuade Wei Rufeng, and discover Cheng Hao's conspiracy earlier, wouldn't there be a West Street explosion? If Hu Yongbin grabs Wei Rufeng and persuades him to surrender before he gets the evidence, will he survive? If Ah Jiu thinks about it, thinks about the felony he will bear behind his greed, and thinks about the friendship between him and Wei Rufeng, will he give up?Will Xia Ruhua be robbed?If Cheng Hao could put down the butcher knife and let Xia Ruhua go after Cheng Xiuxiu's death, would he still run away?Will it end up on the streets?

If, if... It's a pity that there is everything in this world, but there is no if. In a certain city in a certain era, certain people are doomed to certain tragedies... Just when I was stuck in the past, life pulled me back on track. I was pregnant again, and counting the days, it turned out to be just a few days before Xia Ruhua died.After all, the regret of the loss of life slowly fades away, replaced by the longing for a new life.My daughter swears that she will definitely be a little brother, and this kind of hope makes me stop mourning in due course. Xia Ruhua's words written on the wall were transcribed into a book by me and kept.I chose a beautiful case, dark blue cardboard with silver lettering: BEAUTYFULCOLLEC-TION.I put it on the bottom floor of the locker, glanced at it from a distance, and closed the door.

Thinking about the old things that have been busy for a long time, both the daughter and the husband seem to be a little neglected.So I went home early in the evening, bought a lot of things in the supermarket, and planned to cook a few dishes to compensate them. When I was messing around for most of the time, my husband called and said that I have a social event at night, and I don't know what time it will be, so don't wait for him.I looked helplessly at the table of cooking dishes, and gave up after a few instructions.For some reason, my daughter also played for a long time today. She entered the room only when it was dark.

I was a little angry, and went to look, but she was crying. "What's wrong? Did you quarrel with the children?" I sat on the edge of the bed and gently stroked her hair. "Mom!" She rushed over and got into my arms, crying even louder. "What's the matter, be good, tell mom." I became worried. My daughter is timid and obedient, and she rarely makes such a big fuss. "Mom... Uncle... Woo... Uncle, he moved away." The daughter choked up and said. "Which uncle? Why did you move away?" I relaxed and asked her softly. "It's the uncle who gave me candies... Uncle Ruhua..."

"Picturesque...Uncle..." My brain buzzed, my heart jumped suddenly, and I suddenly felt that something was wrong. "It's him. Their boss doesn't want to make hardware anymore. Uncle Ruhua said he's going out of town... He promised me to leave on weekends and give me candy again, but I don't think they're here today... Woohoo." My daughter whimpered softly, but it made me tremble. I pulled her up and asked excitedly, "Good boy, what does that Uncle Picture look like? How old is he? Tell mom!" Seeing me, my daughter was a little scared, stopped crying, and said intermittently: "He is tall, his hair reaches here, and he is bigger than my mother..." The child's description was not focused, so I asked anxiously, "Where are the family members? Did he say that he has a sister or something?" "I didn't listen to him. His brain is not working well, and he can't remember the past... Ah, yes! I only remember the name Ruhua. I think it sounds nice, but they always laugh at him. Uncle Ruhua looks at him Not very good, and his ears are not good. Uncle Wei always scolds him for being stupid, saying that he saved him for nothing at the West Street Wharf... But Uncle Ruhua is a good person! I like him. Mom, do you know Uncle Ruhua?" Hearing this, I lost my mind. I felt something surged out of my body, and it was stuck in my heart, stuffy and terrible.The memory then flowed wantonly, pulled out the name, and then called it softly with a smile, like the wind, picturesque... picturesque, like the wind, calling in my ears over and over again, more and more clearly, but more and more The farther away... I ignored my daughter's cry and stumbled downstairs.That hardware store is very close to my house, just around the corner. I walked into that room tremblingly. The rusty window frame, I caressed the small glass counter, from the inside to the outside, step by step, walking back and forth go. How long has Wei Rufeng been here?He must have walked around so busy every day, touched these counters, and opened these windows. Has he ever seen me?I saw that I got married, had a child, and lived an ordinary life in a serious manner; I saw me go shopping, take out the garbage, from a little girl to a woman and then a mother; I saw that I couldn't sleep late at night, standing on my Before painting for him, I kept looking at it. Must have seen it!Maybe one day I passed by.But he didn't stop me, let me worry about him for so many years, let me be so close to him but couldn't say a word to him, let me grow old and ugly in front of him, let us go from beginning to end Finally kept missing... How heartless. He really forgot about me... Oh, that's not true either. He has forgotten himself! But I still remember that name, picturesque, uncle picturesque... ridiculous…… That's ridiculous…… I was laughing when my daughter found me.Laughing and crying at the same time. My daughter was so frightened that she hugged me and kept calling her mother.I knelt down and held her tightly in my arms. It was gradually getting dark, and there were few people on the street. In the corner of an empty hardware store, I hugged my little daughter and cried loudly. very sad. It turned out that I had never left their stories. there has never been…… Seven months later, I successfully gave birth to a boy.The daughter is very happy and misses his brother every day. Two years later, my son learned to call her mother, and I moved out of Haiping with my husband, completely giving up everything related to this place. Three years later, when my daughter went to school, I took out that dark blue box again.I decided to record these things well and tell them to my children when I was old.The story is very long. From birth to death, from youth to old age, from kindness to cruelty, from loyalty to betrayal, from justice to evil, from protection to killing, from pure love to original sin, from punishment to redemption, from love to hate... Maybe those who miss it can see it. Maybe those who forget can see. Maybe the soul can see. Maybe the murderer could see. Maybe someone who has experienced it can see it. Maybe the remorse can see it. Maybe that one called picturesque Rufeng can see... I looked back, and there was a painting on the wall that I never left for many years. In the painting, the once gentle boy was still as light as the wind.