Chapter 4 I can't sit sadly beside you 2

I can't sit sadly beside you 2 In this way, these young people who are still living blindly and humblely will often try to recall how many times this happened from a memorable summer in the 1990s to tonight when they were disturbed by a night of heavy rain and could not sleep. The familiar sleepless night rain.It seems that in this torrential thunderstorm, every raindrop that hits the ground is recounting those summers of youth full of emotion, how people hold on to the scorching heat with one hand and write many words with the other, with a lot of love in their hearts. Promised pain and joy, and do not believe in the power of time.

Such a summer leaves only a narrow and lonely shadow in life.In the depths of the shadows, faces that were no longer seen occasionally flickered.The background is always dark as ink.you are leaving.The outline and color of the figure had quickly faded into the thick ink, but the brilliance in the brows and eyes was too vivid to blend into the night. When I think about it, I feel—— This is a smile suitable for shelving in memory. On a certain summer evening that was as close as possible earlier—it should be May, because after a heavy rain at that time, the infinitely clear and clear sunshine and the shadow of clouds filled the empty classroom, so beautiful that I would rather be there Stay a little longer for self-study - that is the sunshine only in May - but when you walked in, I was at a loss for a moment.Sure enough, we started with an unpleasant topic, and quickly approached the critical point of the quarrel through silence and stalemate.So I tore off the necklace stopper around my neck and returned it to you without saying a word; almost at the same time, you turned around with a livid face and threw it out of the window——

So that dusk that was originally beautiful enough to be kept in memory was actually put in memory—just because of a not-so-good scene.The price of such an act, for you, may be that you regret it 5 minutes later and rush downstairs to search for the necklace that was still very expensive for you at that time; But for me, it took me many years to rely on the memory of the appearance and texture of that necklace in my memory. Every time I passed by a jewelry store, I kept looking for another one that was exactly the same. . After all, I remembered what you said - from the first day I met, I saved a dollar coin every day.After saving for nearly three years, I finally bought it and gave it to me.So I unconsciously imagined that you often lingered at the door of that store, and sometimes you would walk in, lying innocently and foolishly in front of the counter, with your head down so low that you were about to put your nose on the glass of the counter, looking at the necklace repeatedly, He hesitated about the number on the price tag, and finally walked away silently.

This is obviously not the best way to express feelings, but we can't always find other ways.I always think that items can replace misses and promises, and let us stay in the depths of each other's lives forever. These past events are of course diluted by more later events, blurring the boundaries between happiness and sadness.Those pleasures will eventually become sad when recalled because they are too short-lived; while those sadness will become a happy experience in memories because they are unforgettable.Everything has been mixed into an inexplicable nostalgia like the misty frost on the glass window in the deep winter. Gently wipe a piece, and then you can clearly see all the people and things that once made people feel overwhelmed.

When I graduated, I was sad again.You gave me one of your school uniform buttons, and tied it around my wrist with a thin red fishing line.You tied the knot hard without asking for advice, and then looked up at me steadily, but seemed to say "don't take it off" without saying a word, I was actually very moved.