"No, they will be together in the end." I don't know where the insistence came from, "She will come back."
My colleague was probably surprised by the firmness of my expression: "He Yimei, you are not her, how do you know?"
I didn't answer any more.
I just told myself over and over again in my heart, how could she not come back
He has been waiting for her.
It's just that we didn't expect it to take so long. Waiting is not scary, what is scary is not knowing when the end is.
One year, two years... fifth year, sixth year...
seventh year.
The other day I brought him the pickles my mother made, and when I put it in the refrigerator, I found that there was no food in it, it was empty, so I asked him to go to the supermarket.
The supermarket is crowded on weekends.
As I walked, I chatted with Yi Chen about each other's recent situation. The last time I saw him was two months ago.
Then I seemed to hear the sound of something collapsing.
Inadvertently look back.
I saw her in the crash.
It has been seven years since the last time I saw her at KFC. I suddenly feel that this long time seems to be just a moment when I look back.
The vicissitudes of life.
What has changed is only my aging heart, and what has changed is only Yi Chen's increasingly hard shell.
And she didn't seem to have changed at all.
Just a carefree smile on the other side.
I came home that night, sat on the sofa, and watched the sky start to light up.
Because of the busy work, the rented hut has not been properly organized for a long time. The potted flowers on the balcony were bought and thrown there. I don’t know when the flowers have bloomed, and I don’t know when the petals were half withered by the rain and the wind. A piece of residual red swaying in the morning wind.
Suddenly I felt like this unknown flower.
One flower blooms, one flower falls, and no one has inquired from beginning to end these years.