Chapter 11 August is young (10)

spring is coming.When the child was just born, his eyes were very clear blue.It was a very beautiful girl with jet-black hair hanging wet on her head.I really want to take her to the Tianqiao on Shaanxi Road.I want to hug her, lean my back against the fence, and slowly lean back and let my hair blow in the wind.The clouds in the sky spread across the city in large swaths with graceful gestures.As she grows up, she will understand that when a woman looks at the sky, she is not looking for anything.She is just lonely.I am still in the South.Because Joe and Chaoyan belong to this city.And my kids.

I wrote to Asagao.I didn't know what to write, so I sent him the blank paper.Sometimes there are teardrops on it, sometimes there is nothing.I rented a small house in the northwest corner of Shanghai, and I continued to write, using the royalties to support my children and myself.If time can go on, fate will have its happy ending. Two days a week, I still study English.The baby is so small that sometimes I take her and hold her in my arms to sleep.If she quarrels in the middle, I will go to the playground.My deskmate is a 30-year-old woman with short hair who likes to wear white shirts.She came out and handed me a cigarette, which I was very grateful for.

She said the child was beautiful. I smile, I say, because she's like someone I love. She nods.You are very happy. yes.I'm very happy. I waited for another letter from Asano.He said, Wei Young, I lived with a Shanghai girl in Japan.I may not come back.I read the first two sentences of the letter and I smiled and put it down and poured myself a glass of whiskey on the rocks. Then I continued to pull out the letter paper to read...Tokyo in spring is beautiful, the cherry blossoms bloom like the tide, and when the wind blows, they fall overnight.I think some things can be forgotten, some things can be commemorated, some things can be willing, and some things have been powerless.I love you.This is my catastrophe.I believe I love you.still.always.forever.wish you happiness.

A few yellow and withered cherry blossom petals fell out of the envelope.I pick them up. Tears flowed warmly on my fingers.Those petals began to soften with moisture.I put the petals in the child's palm and watched her smile innocently while holding them.I think she will grow into a girl with blue eyes, beautiful, moist, and free as moss. My only man, the one I love who is still alive.I will continue to tell him my love in wordless letters. But, Zhaoyan, how long is it two years before you come back?