Out mobile phones, a name of a turn, never find a will for me or pick me up comes the man. Suddenly, his name jumped into my eyes. His number is still the original ah. From the time he left me, I decided to give this feeling from when my time came to this city alone, always such years, I am a person to live it. Gaze of his name a long time, want to hit the delete key, the end or not willing to press. Even 7 years later this number had not sounded, even if the owner of this number had already been discarded, even if, even if you will never use, and is reluctant to give up.
gratuitous bad mood up, then pulled out all the pages, only my own in this city, left me only the lonely.
phone's screen already in secret. The phone in her hand, tightened the arms package, suddenly, a few drops of water splashed on the floor of my legs, but also disturb the passing me. Homeopathic rise, wine red high heels stepping on the cement road, dirt of his shoes, but the red, still enchanting as the burning of the general. The edge of a pair of men's black leather shoes. Two feet get very close. Fully raised his head, they had gone through my eyes, leaving only one pair back. Half of men's suits draped over a woman's body, the other half has been all wet, a woman half-nestled in a man's shoulders, men bow to kiss the woman's forehead from time to time. Yes ah, how to resist wind and rain fire of love, wine red high heels that night under the neon lights shining in the eye-catching. Suddenly, he appeared at my eyes. I think long-term ill health must be coupled with overtime appeared tired cause my illusion. I bowed my head trying to erase his presence from the front, but the rise could not help but look at his figure, even if just a optical illusion. He really is him, why he appears so far in this city from his hometown? Why does he have in this place? Heart beating like a drum in general, what is not important, my world and I left him two. I watched him greedy silhouette, outline all his mind into the mind, his hair long, and was still wearing glasses boundless, even in driving rain in the still dressed in clean, still leisurely, the name of a the black umbrella. Mature, more mature than 7 years ago. I told myself the luxury of a final, and then forget forever, I told myself, this may be only coincidence that today, only once, I told myself, this is the last time we met was. Maybe I look too hot, I saw him suddenly look to the side, then the intersection is the eyes. The body once and for all the blood rushed to my face, joy, embarrassed, excited, or anything else. Flavors mixed into. I am busy head buried in his knees, I pray like God, I hope he did not see me. Do not know how long, seems to be long, long time, surrounded by only the sound of rain on the ground, but no other movement. Disappointed, I do not know what to disappointment, God heard my prayer I disappointed in the end I still expect?
But suddenly the rain came the footsteps. I feel a great sense of oppression enveloped my body.
He prodded me, and he is willing to help me, although between the atmosphere was quite awkward, but I still can not help but accept.
umbrella he let out half position, I walk into it. 10 minutes seems short, but it seems very long.
half of the rain wet my shoulder, I suddenly remembered that saw the lovers, and self-deprecating smile, he is my Who? I was his Who?
convenience stores will soon be reached, I just entered the shop, he heard him say to leave. I did not back the So I bought umbrellas out, waiting for me to just empty hole in the door.
open umbrella into the rain, had not seen his shadow.
uttered out loud I can not help stupid, and his voice was suddenly behind me. I turned and looked at him.
He was silent for a long time, and asked:
But in the end I just said: I heard the sound of broken nerves, I do not need pity! In the sun with no one indebted! Is it because I love you, so you pity me? What charity are you me? I directly turn, happened under a taxi passenger, attend feet high heels, I quickly ran in the past. Closed umbrella, sit in the car, close, action at a stretch synthesis. It seems that he said something in the back, but were dispersed by the wind, the last sentence was in the car outside my block. I do not look back, to end my address, tears streaming down immediately. Even the last hope at all was broken, and that sustained me, and finally a little hope, that even though I know that can not be achieved, but still carefully keeping everything a little hope. Rude rubbing his eyes with the back, open the package, remove the phone, open Contacts, search for his name, and then quickly removed, and shut down. No, nothing, you broke that one sorry my last hope. Finished, anything over, even my last point you expect and the memories are gone.
soon, once again I escape to another city, and described by colleagues hastily married a local man. A not handsome, income is not high, reticent, everything the average man.
New Year back home that year, from the mother of a little drunk tried to get in after I left home he had been to my house and told my mother that he come back, I finally find time to marry. He came from a mother to my address, and rushed over to find me. But in the end I thought he was refused, and later saw a mother back home, and told that he was abroad, and never go back to this sad place.
I think I hear the rhetoric, when the mother must have been bad face. My husband should be found to this point. The other night I thought he came to ask me something, but he did not. He just helped me tuck a tuck the quilt and let me not much to go to bed early.
back the days of Mothering has been very calm, although I have repeatedly dreamed that he had, though I have something to look out the window will be unusual in a daze, but the husband has not said anything.
son was born, her husband's heart and soul into the cause of educating the children,cheap UGG boots, I also busy dazzle me he has gradually been forgotten in the back of the head.
then later because of her husband's insistence, sent his son to a private middle school. In order to couple the two fees kept things we worked hard. Her husband had quit his job for another turn of a high-wage work, but very tired.
time between the wake time it may occasionally have thought that he would be involuntary smoke if he had married life would be what I thought. He has always been a very good man, since he had come back to me, it proves that he must have succeeded. If I followed him the day is not earth-shaking changes occur? I was not on the price of vegetables do not have to go two stops to more than one vegetable market?
at the time I got a crush on the network, to know another man. A learned man of humor and empathy. I will all my heart filled Chouyuan talk to him, I will not say out of all my things and told him all. He worked very busy, only in the weekends to get back home to my Yemeir. Although only one each week, but this letter has become my most anticipated things each week.
I think I once again felt the feeling of that long lost love. I had told him in real life want to see him, but he turned them away. He told me he loved his wife, but his heart there is another wife, he told me he was suffering,UGG bailey button, he asked me to turn attention more attention to my husband.
chat insisted that nearly three years, his son in high school soon, and I lost contact with him.
later, his son admitted to focus on high school, her husband has been working to get a promotion.
years has passed, the son of a university graduate that year his mother died six months later, and her father have to leave. Legend of our loving home has been left pretty soon one of the spouses to the other will follow, and did not think it happened in my body. I once thought only know because I described the feelings of the parents is not good, but perhaps there are many things between them I do not know nothing more. I cry almost fainted at the funeral, my husband stood by my side, do not say a word, but he clasped my hand was still more than at this time and words are important. I always thought that poor health will be the first step, I leave this world, but three years ago, my husband was asked to step away from me forever.
at the last minute, he asked me: a moment, I am busy shook his head. He left a very calm, when the doctor rushed to hear the ring for the time, he has no heart, I held his hand tightly,Discount UGG boots, his head bent over his body side. The doctor said grief, I did not feel the sky is falling, only tears infiltrated the quilt, but it is a quiet and peaceful surrounding. After a long time before I recovered, pick up the phone, a telephone call to his son. Was not long afterwards, his son rushed to the scene with his wife. What happened, and I can remember ... ...
he had gone, I'm doing like you're wandering, the son said to him I live, and I refused. This is my most confused, but also the most sober for some time, because my mind in addition to her husband, nothing, and before all, that I thought I can not let go, all with the death of her husband by my Zhizhinaohou . I think of him when I first saw how shy and not say a word the way, I thought of when reading the newspaper every time he wore glasses to focus the way, I think the room when I produced the way he was anxious, I think of many, many, are his, all his, full to the brim of. I thought I did not care so much about him, and him only a habit, but who knows what actually is so terrible habit of things, with so many years, slowly eroded my whole person, until finally all found in every pore his taste. But he is gone, will totally gone,UGG boots clearance, I have not realized in the time left over. Do not love him? I actually thought I did not love him? If this is not counted as a kind of love, then what is love? My husband has long been beyond the kind of love Sentimental tender love, that is a mixture of affection and love, friendship, love has long been beyond the scope of the ordinary. But look at what I do? Until he is dead know ... ...
follow the bloom of his son, granddaughter to see me when I tell stories, I put my story without a narrative to her feelings. She insisted the story should follow the heroine with her first love is happy. But I just smiled, her age, still do not understand what is true love. I think now I must be better than that rainy night in front of me that after the couple happiness.
old man, you're gone, I'm really lonely yo ... ... you will be waiting for the other side of the world me? I hurt you in so long, you still will forgive me ... ... If you wait for me in the lives on the road, and that this time I think I was finally able to say to you heads held high: !
order remains, I dug out the achievements of the computer at home, want some useful information on the photos, copy them, then sell something.
like curious coincidence, I opened a folder, which is all full of his father's diary. His father's diary from his father and mother, I learned the whole story. That talks about the original mother and father often met online to do compared to men is my father, my father had loved his mother love so deep ... ...
- Comments: This is the students course work Ling Lin, short novels, ideas and writing is still in the rough with the poor and weak at a glance. But the author of this thinking and creativity help her to the depths of the development. We encouraged her writing.
No comments:
Post a Comment