collection of short stories

I touched it from beginning to end, but I didn't touch the card.Suddenly someone patted his shoulder lightly and called out hello.He turned around.

The person behind him handed over a card. "It fell to the ground."

"Thank you." He reached out to take it, and then swiped his card to get out of the car.

Just a very ordinary little thing.The moment he got off the car, he belatedly felt that the person was somehow familiar, but when he thought about it carefully, he had no impression at all.

Maybe it's because they took the same train?Maybe we met before?

He felt that the possibility was very high, so he stopped thinking about it and continued to walk his own path.It's not too late, not even today.The snowflakes are still falling and it is really cold today.He sniffled and stuffed his hands tightly into his pockets.

The stranger returned to his seat.The car drove away from the platform slowly, and he watched the person disappear out of the corner of his eye.The woman next to him suddenly looked over sympathetically.

"What are you looking at?" He said to her lightly.

"Still the same. Two years." She pointed deadpan.

"...Yes." The corners of his eyes and eyebrows did not fluctuate at all, like an ancient well with no waves, silently shining on a crescent moon.To have no hope is to have no hope.

"Tell me," the woman rested her chin playfully and looked out of the car window, "why does he forget you alone in all the things?"

The stranger answered the question immediately, but when he answered, he finally showed a trace of pain inevitably. "Because I love him the most." This is not a reason, but this is the reason.

"But why do you want to be a stranger?" The woman was puzzled, "Anyway, you both love each other so much, why don't you go over and start over?"

"Because I love him the most."

"I don't understand what you're thinking..." The woman curled her lips.

He smiled and said nothing.

It was a deal, something was traded, he wouldn't say it.From the memory, from the heart, and from each other's lives, they were replaced.Such an intersection today is already an adventure, and I can no longer approach it casually.

The man looked at the document in his hand, then at the person on the hospital bed, and finally moved his gaze to the person who was staring at him.

"Are you serious?" He scratched his hair suspiciously.There are not many humans who can see themselves, and this guy in front of him is a rare one.This means that his fate is excellent, but it does not mean that he can be squandered casually. One minute ago, this ignorant guy made a suggestion, hoping to exchange his life for the person on the hospital bed who was not far from death.Men are not too surprised. Times have changed, and many people's feelings have become thinner. When you see one, you love the other, and you abandon the other.But there are still some people who have feelings that are lava that has been cast over time, and only death can separate them.He won't refuse such a request, he just needs to get that person to confirm, really?

"Of course." His expression was extremely calm, and his tone of voice was also calm, without the slightest hint of impulsiveness.

The man stared at him for a while, then took out his mobile phone to make a call, and reported the request with a serious expression.

He waited quietly.I suddenly remembered that I met an old Taoist priest when I was a child. The old Taoist sighed and said to his young self that life can’t be changed casually, but it’s not really impossible, unless you really think it’s worth it.I didn't understand it at all at the time, but now I feel that this is really worth it.

After a while, the man nodded as if he had confirmed something.After hanging up the phone, he looked over.

"Your fate is very good. Originally, if the two parties exchanged their lives, he should live and you would die. But your fate is very rare, so I will change the way-take away his memory of you, you guys Both will survive." Looking at his uncertain expression, the man explained, "This is an exchange, exchanging his feelings for you for your life. I know that you don't care about your own life if you dare to propose an exchange of fate. But... would you rather let him spend the rest of his life crying with feelings for you, or let him forget about you and live happily ever after?"

This expansion is a bit beyond imagination.He shrugged. "I want him well, it seems that I can only choose the latter."

Because I love him the most.

"But listen, you can't get close to him, and the most important thing is that you can't let him have feelings for you again. You must not be soft-hearted in this matter, otherwise, the moment he gets back his own feelings, it is tantamount to embarking on a path of love." If you take the first way, you will lose your life immediately, and he will spend his life in mourning."

"it is good."

That day, he left the hospital before that person woke up, and from this moment on, he arranged everything with everyone who knew him, and completely disappeared from that person's life.Now that he had forgotten everything about himself, the disappearance had to be handled without abruptness.In the past two years, he has been doing everything calmly, resolutely obliterating himself from the other party's life.Just pass by in that person's life occasionally and occasionally, leaving nothing behind.

It's nothing, he told himself, just being a stranger.

-END-

short film one

※Original‖Card No.1096: The Misguided Way of Love

At 02:30 in the morning, he suddenly woke up from the nightmare.But if you look at his expression, you can't see the slightest fear, at most... just a little shortness of breath.

In the dream, the man watched him fly upward, higher and higher in the air.Suddenly the earth and the sky collapsed, the blood red color spread rapidly like lightning, and the world turned into hell in an instant.That person looked at him absent-mindedly, even forgetting that what he should do in the face of disaster is to escape.Those obsidian eyes used to be whirlpools and curses, which would only engulf him, but now they were a little radiant, as if expecting him to do something.He should have yelled at the guy to run, he should have come down from the goddamn air and taken him or just died with him.But not this time.He still remembers the calm feeling of watching him unmoved, beyond all thoughts, as if he was watching a very real movie, so real, but never touched.At the last moment, he saw that person's smile—like a rose that bloomed in despair, and it will wither immediately.The world is destroyed.

It's to protect you.He lit a cigarette and told himself so.There was a slight tremor in the fingers holding the cigarette, but it did not get better due to the intake of nicotine.

Leaving, ignoring, or even hurting are not temptations.Nothing to probe, the guy likes himself, such an obvious thing was known 800 years ago.so what.Even if I also like him very much, it won't matter.Having said that, this is not a probing.It was to protect him.

The arm hangs down, the light on the cigarette butt brightens for a while and then dims, and will soon be submerged in darkness.He smiled feebly.

You are naive, thinking that in this world one is one and two is two.You should like everything, except love or hate, and you can be a passerby except what you care about.I can't.There is a big and dangerous web around you, you can't see it, all the prey can't see it, but the spider can see it, the hunter can see it.I can see clearly.

If you become my weakness, you will be in danger.So this is my choice.Even if I were to go back in time and do it all over again, I would still make the same choices.No regrets, it has to be.

The last ray of fire was also annihilated in the darkness.He threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray, turned on his phone and looked at it.Although the number is deleted, the order in which the keys should be arranged is always in my head, and I can't really forget it by clicking delete.Never forget.

The finger seemed to have self-awareness, and he had already pulled it out before he had time to realize it.He was taken aback, and his first reaction was to hang up.But faintly, he suddenly had a glimmer of expectation, what if the call is answered?With such a change of thought, his movements slowed down a bit.That's just enough for him to hear the voice from the opposite side.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is empty."

His hand that was about to press the hang up button stopped suddenly.

Should have thought of it earlier.This is not an unexpected answer.I have already lost that person.Maybe it's not a good story. The two seem to be living in two parallel worlds. They can't see, hear, or feel. What's more, I drove him away cruelly. Even if the so-called relationship exists, it will disappear with time.This is the only ending.

Dead end.

-END-

short film two

※Original‖Card No.1097: Blame you for being too beautiful

That is a belief.He sure.

The cause of the matter was very simple, so simple that he couldn't believe it himself.He just walked out of the crowd and took a simple look.

The world collapsed.

In an instant, he felt that all the colors in front of him faded away, and in his eyes there was only that person, only him—wearing a white T-shirt, even though it was not colored—smiling calmly, but proudly The earth became the center of all light.It seemed that all the monotonous syllables around me disappeared, and suddenly a magnificent symphony was formed.It's like jumping from babbling to an epic poem, which is beautiful.It's like everything is fine all of a sudden, and everything is bad all of a sudden.

This piece of music lasted for four years.This Psalm, one recitation lasts four years.He kept his mouth shut, not daring to speak out.For such a long time, he recited that name again and again, and memorized the outline of that profile again and again.always be careful