Chapter 20 Peacock Forest (20)

After deciding to live a new life, I returned her love letter and those thousands of red cards, All into the rooms upstairs. In this way, I will not be hurt by the scene, but it will not completely give up this memory. The room upstairs is very messy, and I can't find a clean corner to put things. In order to find something to do for myself, I simply spent two days cleaning it. After throwing away the sundries that you are sure you don't need, and tidying up the rest, I was able to see the whole picture of the room. The single bed is leaning against the wall, and there is a large window on the opposite wall, which is barely a floor-to-ceiling window.

Because the window sill is only about 10 cm away from the floor. After opening the curtains, I lay on the bed and looked out the window, facing a tree with dense branches and leaves behind the house. When the wind blows, the branches and leaves on the trees will flick the glass of the window, and the sound can be heard faintly. I listened to the whispers of the trees for a while, my whole body relaxed quickly, and then I fell asleep. When I woke up, my face was already facing away from the window and was almost against the wall next to the bed, and there was a small black shadow in front of my eyes.

Putting on the glasses and looking carefully, it turned out that a lot of words were written in a relatively remote corner of the wall. Much like thousands of black ants crawling on the wall. These words are like notes of mood, not as superficial as messages in toilets or scenic spots. The message on the wall crawled out from the bottom of my heart, turned into words, and was recorded on the wall word by word. The number of words in each message varies, some are less than ten words, some are nearly a hundred words, But in the end, you must write the date. The messages are not regularly arranged on the wall according to the date, and the time interval is not fixed,

Sometimes I write one article every three days, and sometimes it takes more than half a month. The person who wrote at the beginning should have just found the blank space to fill in his feelings when he wanted to express his feelings. It took me about half an hour to read these messages due to the small size of the writing. "I'm leaving. Find another wall to wait with me." This was his last message, a year before I moved into this house. I think he must be a lonely person who can only talk to the wall, And there is little joy in these thoughts. Maybe he is not used to leaving messages when he is happy, but for me who read all these messages in one breath,

I just feel that he is very lonely. For me, who is still in the grief of Wei Ting's departure, I can't help but feel sympathetic. I rubbed my sore eyes, took another look at the tree outside the window, and left the bed to find a pen. Also write on the wall: "Officially bid farewell to Wei Ting, the peacock must learn to open its tail." Then leave time. From now on, as long as I can't resolve the sadness when I think of Wei Ting, I will write on that wall. Strange to say, as long as I finish leaving a message, I feel very happy. In a sense, this wall is like a toilet for the soul, although this metaphor is a bit crude.

Gradually, the time interval between leaving messages became longer and longer, and the reasons for leaving messages became less and less relevant to Wei Ting. I'm grateful for that wall, it gave me the freedom to express my grief. Sadness has been accumulated in the heart for a long time and will not ferment into fine wine, it will only become more sour and bitter with age. Only by timely and appropriate release can we get out of sadness. I left my old self on the wall and faced each day afresh. Since you can't get rid of the image of a peacock, just be a peacock with its tail open.

Suddenly the electric bell rang outside the house, and I walked out of the room and opened the door to the yard. "Rong An! 』 I was so surprised that I couldn't help crying out. "Student." Rong An just kept giggling outside the door and said: "Please don't put too much emotion in saying my name." Although Rong An is just my college classmate, but at this moment, I feel that he is like a long-lost relative.