Chapter 57 Chapter 3 You Are a Half-Human (5)

"Afterwards, everything changed so quickly." Jill's voice dropped again, and Marty had to bend over to her. "Young seems to have changed overnight. After returning to Taiwan, I was most afraid of seeing flowers in a vase, because you know? It takes a moment for flowers to wither. They are so youthful and beautiful. Seeing the life lost in the petals...Young has changed completely. People told me that Young might be crazy. I didn't believe it. I took him to see a doctor. As a result, he was kept in the hospital. The doctor said that he had mental illness Schizophrenia. "Young was quickly transferred to a nursing home. That day, I went to see him and stood outside his room, but he refused to come out to see me. It was snowing heavily in New York that day, so I grabbed my snowcoat and stood beside him. Outside the window with small iron bars, I waited for a long winter, but Young refused to see me. He sat in the corner, and I could only see half of his shadow dragging on the ground from the window. I kept calling Young's name, Looking at his shadow, he never moved.

"The next spring, the last snow fell in New York. I left there and returned to Taiwan. I forgot about dancing forever. I changed my name and started all over again with my outlook on life and attitude. Dreams and ideals , I have chased them all, and in order to pursue the feelings in my dreams, I have also been unrestrained. Now I don’t live so wildly. I still love Young, but I know he will never exist. Youth, talent, Dreams are so short, if you squander it, you will taste the bitter fruit. I don’t know how long I can live in a lifetime, but for me, a lifetime is not enough. I want to do something that is really meaningful and really has an effect on the crowd or I will be sorry for the fact that I have lived. You want to know if I love Hai'an, let me ask you, who wouldn't fall in love with a blurred dream that I had in the morning? But I can't love him, I can only Admire him from a distance, Haian is very pitiful, I walked with him for a while, because I feel sorry for Young."

Jill pulled out the letter from the envelope, unfolded it, and said, "This is a letter from Young, do you want to read it?" "can I see?" "Look." Marty took the letter paper, which was a large white paper. Young's English characters were fairly neat, but the short content was concentrated in the upper left corner of the page, which seemed a bit erratic. Vera, it snowed again last night. Whenever it snows, I always think of you.I was thinking, Vera, I wonder where you are now? You must think I forgot you.No, I often think of you, do you still dance?are you still coldDo you still squint your Chinese eyes and smile like you used to?

I often take some medicine. Taking medicine is very good for my health. I also drink a lot of milk. Milk makes me strong. The muscles of my arms and legs have grown back. They are very strong. I can continue Go for a thirty-minute walk.At this time, Dr. Chisrico would encourage me. He said that my recovery is very good. As long as I listen to his advice and take medicine, I will be healthier and I may be discharged from the hospital next spring. But I know Dr. Chislick lied to me.I know I'm going to die here.I often prayed all night, praying that if God would let me die, I would die in a snowy winter night, how like the ending of our dance "Moon Shadow"!How I love "Moon Shadow"!I don't think we could have written anything more beautiful in another twenty years, and I miss the times we created together so much.I am often alone in the room, practicing our Merqiu double roundabout, while dancing, thinking, Vera, I don’t know where you are?

Vera, does it snow in your hometown?Vera, do you remember the snow in New York?Vera, don't forget, okay? After reading the letter, Marty's tears rolled down his cheeks.Young, whom she had never known before, showed a sad outline in this letter with simple content and jumping thoughts.Once such a young and beautiful male dancer, he went crazy and practiced his pas de deux in the cell alone.Marty seems to have seen Young's lonely dance under the moonlight. The result of all the youthful beauty is violently compressed, and it turned into an unstoppable funeral dance. Jill was calmer.She put away the letter, brushed her long hair, and closed her eyes, as if she had returned to the snowy scenery of the past.

"The person who wrote this letter is not Young." Jill said softly, "For me, Young is dead and does not exist; in the nursing home, he is just his painful and dying body. Marty, have you ever seen Have you ever had snow? The kind of heavy snow that fills the sky and turns everything into pure white. This pure white will cover up all the truth and make you mistakenly see heaven in the deadly cold. Ah, that kind of cold, I use I have experienced life, maybe because of this, so I sympathize with Hai'an, I know the desolation in that kind of coldness." The north wind was blowing again outside the window.Marty's wet hair was drying.After drinking a full cup of hot tea, her temperature had returned to normal and she was no longer shaking, but Marty felt a kind of sad and tender stirring in her heart.

Because, Hai'an's heart is actually the coldest place in the whole world.