Chapter 47 The Sun Also Rises

One night, Ping drove me to Shanghai Studios to watch a movie.That was the first time I went to the cinema to see a movie after I was rescued.When passing by Xujiahui, I looked at the neon lights of the city and the endless stream of people on the street, as if I had passed away. Those neon lights seem to be very fake things whitewashing the peace and selling something. On the contrary, the endless stream of people on the street became so real.Their breathing or thoughts are so specific, including the smell left in the air they fan when they walk... because they are living people. Whether they are male or female, young or old, noble or humble, rich or poor... Nothing matters anymore, what matters is that they are still alive.I was in pain, pain that couldn't be added, if I died in the ruins, these scenes would never appear in front of my eyes, and I would gradually be forgotten, as if I had never been here, or never had me such a person.Those who died in the disaster, their souls are still wandering in the land of western Sichuan, and who can hear their silent narration.The living know only the meaningless numbers of the dead, and the names of most of the dead are not mentioned, disappearing in the thick darkness.

What kind of grief is this. I can't compare the glitz in front of me with the ruins on the land of western Sichuan. There were tears in my eyes. A long sigh. Ping asked me, "What's wrong with you?" I said, "Nothing!" Yes, what can I say, I am a survivor, a person who is still alive and happy, I don't seem to have the right to be sad.At this moment, my heart is really so sad, so fragile!People are always lonely travelers in spirit, without companions, so how important is self-salvation. Life becomes strong because of its fragility. I wiped my eyes and said to Ping, "It's okay, it's over! That's right, that big sister is right, everything will pass!"

Life has to go on, the sun will still rise tomorrow!