sad love

Shi Yunjie opened the letter and read: Jie, first of all, please forgive me for telling you a big lie. I am not Jingyi, but Jingshu, Jingyi's twin sister.My sister Jingyi passed away three years ago.She had breast cancer, and when the family found out, there was no cure.She left us a letter saying to go outside and have a look.When she came to this city to meet you, you accompanied her through the last moments of her life and gave her a lot of happiness, thank you.Before my sister left, she told me to take good care of you for her, so I came to this city.At first I was so unfamiliar with everything, in order not to let you see the break, I lied to you and said that I had a serious illness and forgot many things.Thank you for being with me these three years and making my life very fulfilling.If my sister is alive in heaven, she will be very happy seeing us having such a good time.Later, I found that I was really attached to you. I couldn't sleep without your arms, and I couldn't eat well without your company.I know that I am in love with you, and I secretly made up my mind to love you for my sister.But the route of our love is still deviated, I don't blame you, you have given me too much, I dare not ask you to promise anything, boldly pursue your love.I sincerely wish you a happy life.If it is possible, I hope we will love again, if it is possible... If we meet and greet each other in the future, please remember our code word: How are you?

With the advancement of education industrialization, several universities are born every year across the country.College students are copied like cheap commodities, and the talent market is oversupplied.The arrogance of college students, the proud sons of heaven, has been frustrated one after another, and many of them are at the grassroots level.

After graduation, I didn't join the army of looking for a job in the city and went straight to my hometown.The train travels through time and space, looking out the window, the warm wind of urban sprawl blows to the fringes.I can't help but feel confident that I will stand at the grassroots level.

When I walked into the house, everything was the same, my mother was busy cooking, and my father was watching TV.

Dad: Are you back?

"Hmm." My father and I seldom spoke, not because of love or hatred, but because we didn't want to talk when we saw each other—from the moment I can remember, the father and son remained silent when they met like enemies.In the end, it was my mother who came out of the kitchen and greeted me warmly.The food on the table is all my favorite, but I don't know how to say thank you to my mother in that tone, I just look at my mother with a half-smile.

"Eat it quickly." My mother gave me a piece of steamed fish, and I lowered my head and ate it quietly.Maybe it was the fatigue caused by the bumpy road, the food in my mouth was always light.

"How long do you plan to stay at home?" Dad's words broke the air that was gathering in the room.

"Ah! I plan to return to my hometown to start a business."

"What?" Dad put down the bowl, "Create a ball! I used so much hard-earned money to support you to go to college, and I am ashamed to go back to my hometown!" In Dad's eyes, there is a gap between the city and the countryside that can never be bridged.

"His father, don't talk about the child like that, it's not easy for him."

"Shut up, it's not easy! The mud that can't support the wall!" I wanted to defend myself, but my words choked up.I put down the bowl, walked into the room and lay down on the bed. Because of the bumpy day in the car, I soon dreamed of Duke Zhou.Boom...boom...I woke up from a deep sleep, opened the door and saw my mother holding a bowl of noodles. "I didn't eat much for dinner, eat a little. Your father speaks heavily, don't take it to heart!" "I'm not hungry," I closed the door and continued to lie down on the bed.

The room became darker and darker, and gradually I was surrounded by the night. It felt like a Japanese devil was approaching a helpless young woman with a bayonet, and even my breathing was blocked.I was lying on the bed and rolling around, my thoughts were like a hard-to-control horse: Why didn’t Dad understand that now that the gap between urban and rural areas has narrowed, it is a good choice to join the grassroots and build grassroots, and now the urban employment pressure is relatively high.What should I do, should I stay at home and be ridiculed by my father, or leave tomorrow.These questions are colliding violently in my mind like waves.Maybe the wall between father and son is too thick.

I started packing again.Ah!The luggage that was just unloaded three hours ago, now has to be hurriedly packed into the suitcase, I don't know whether it is caressing or ill-treating them.

The birds on the apricot tree in the yard were noisy early, and my sleepiness was provoked again and again.He opened his eyes and saw the suitcase lying quietly on the desk.By the way, it's time to leave, it's time to be abandoned by my hometown.

Everything was arranged properly, and a bowl of rice was hastily swallowed. "Dad, Mom, I'm leaving." I gave my mother a hug, and dragged the suitcase out of the house. "Let's go the day after tomorrow. Your sister will come back tomorrow. You haven't seen each other for almost a year." I picked up the suitcase and walked out the door. "Wait a minute!" Dad stopped me, "Remember, no matter how the times change, there is always a mountain between the city and the countryside." I didn't understand the mountain my father mentioned at the time, and it still feels vague now.

"Where are you going?" the conductor asked with a smile.

"100 yuan can go anywhere." The conductor handed over the ticket, and I took the ticket and glanced at the departure time and put it in my wallet.Go into the waiting room and find an empty seat.With my hands crossed on my chest, my eyes stared at the smooth floor, my image was reflected on the floor, my head was shaking up and down like an old hen catching insects, and I didn't know when I buried my head in my chest and fell asleep.

Deep sleep can forget everything, but time flows quietly.In a trance, my head was bumped, and I looked up reluctantly. "Sorry for bumping into you, are you listening to music?" A girl handed me a headset with an apologetic face.

"No!" I said viciously.I didn't expect that I would be so rude. I don't know if it was because of a bad mood that trampled on etiquette or the forgetfulness of music. "What's wrong with you? Look at your sullen look." The girl tried to communicate with me. "It's nothing, I just don't like this world, including myself." "You have to learn to look down on everything, and you will feel like a spring breeze." The heavy troubles weighed on my head, and the girl's comfort tempted me like a devil to sell my soul . "Let's leave it alone." I picked up my luggage and walked forward.When I walked to the security checkpoint, the girl yelled loudly: "Goodbye, cheapskate!" My heart became more restless, why are there so many chatterboxes in this world.

The train moves forward and I hope it never stops.If you really want to stop, you will be buried when you pass through a certain tunnel, or you will suddenly derail and roll down a cliff on a certain road.I don't understand why I have this kind of thought, I tremble for a while, and it still hurts when I squeeze my arm.The only thing that can explain it is that my soul is out of my body.

"Excuse me, what would you like to drink?" I looked up at the salesperson, and her slight smile extinguished my anger that was about to explode.

"A bottle of jasmine tea."

"Thank you." The salesman pushed the trolley away, my eyes were also pulled, and finally stopped on passenger No. 10.

No words can describe my mood at that time, I just wanted to dig a hole to hide.Finally, I concluded to myself: I don't deserve to be angry with this world.At that time, a teenager who lost his right arm was sitting in seat 10, and he rested his left arm on a book and read it quietly.After reading one page and turning to another, unexpectedly the whole book is closed.The teenager tried several times and finally opened the book.Maybe the page number was wrong, he turned a few more pages and closed the book again.Repeatedly, the boy finally turned to the correct page number.He showed a gratified smile, buried his head and continued to read.

That picture is still fresh in my memory.

The author has something to say: For life, we are like fish pushed to the beach by the waves, struggling with all our strength after the sea is stranded.