Chapter 56 juvenile sakura

She was the first girl he ever loved, at the age of 17. After school, he traveled across most of the city, waiting at her school gate to send her home. On weekends, we went to watch a movie together, and put her soft fingers gently in the palm of my hand in the dark.This clear and sweet mood is the initial experience when life grows. It was a spring night, he remembered. On the way to send her home, the two walked under the faint moonlight, and could hear the sound of cherry blossoms falling in the wind along the way.The cherry blossom trees on both sides of the path are clustered together with pink and white dense flowers. Whenever the wind blows, it is like rain falling from a tree.

At the bottom of the stairs in her house, she stood in the shadows and smiled at him, her dark eyes were so bright that he couldn't look directly at them.Reaching out, gently closing her eyes, then leaned down and kissed her lips.Her hair was covered with tiny soft petals, exuding a pungent fragrance. He suddenly felt warm tears in his eyes. That moment of happiness. They are together for a long time.After graduating from high school, he went to the north to study in college, and she remained in the southern city. Many letters, occasional phone calls, and few meetings.Every time the holiday comes, he rushes to buy a train ticket and rush home.Sometimes I couldn't buy a seat ticket, so I stood for more than 20 hours in the hot and dirty compartment.

When I was tired and drowsy, all I saw were pink and white cherry blossoms in the night wind, falling down silently one by one. He felt that he loved her so much.Maybe a lifetime isn't enough. When she was about to graduate, she had a child.Because of the careless negligence of youth.She has no complaints against him. In order not to disturb their parents, they went to other cities under the pretext of traveling.It's just that when she went to the hospital for an operation, she had an accident and almost died.He was by her side all day and all night in the cheap little hotel. That summer was very hot, but the sweat and tears streaming down her face were cool.She smiled reluctantly and said to him, it's all right, it will be all right.He just said softly, I will treat you well.

I will be nice to you.He has always kept this promise in his heart, but their relationship has come to an end. When they broke up, they knew that there were many misunderstandings between each other, but the young and energetic, he still stubbornly left and never looked back.He left his hometown in the South for another sunny city. He got a job, and then a new life, until he met a beautiful girl there, bought a ring and made a vow with her. Life is contented and peaceful.Every morning, he drove his children to school first, his wife to work, and then drove to his own company alone.In a foreign city in spring, there are lingering cherry trees on both sides of the road.Clusters of pink and white flowers are clustered together, and when the wind blows, countless soft and delicate petals swirl and fall, sticking to his car window glass.

Like many broken raindrops. Suddenly, I remembered a face from more than 10 years ago.her face.In the damp southern night, in the silent shadow of the staircase.Dark eyes, too bright to look directly at.And her lips in the dark, the chaste wound he kissed.It is so deep that no trace can be touched. It is not known whether she is still in that southern city.Maybe there will still be men who say to her, I will treat you well.But her happiness has nothing to do with him. At the beginning of every man, there will be a woman like a cherry blossom floating in his life, doomed to failure.