the seventh year he has been here

Maybe I don't know too, because there are so many strange things recently.

When I met him again, two days later, I saw him under the cherry blossom tree, but this time he no longer smiled, but had no expression, neither sad nor anything else.

Maybe it changed from long sleeves to short sleeves last time. He looked at my bandaged wound and couldn't help saying, "Your hand is really hurt?"

"What do you mean the wound on my hand is really hurt?" I said angrily, although I lied at the beginning, but now the wound is real.

"I thought you were just making excuses for some of your own reasons." He said it casually, as if joking, but he didn't make it clear, but I really understood it.

"Then do you want to take a look at the bandage on my hand?" I stretched out my hand in front of him.

He didn't take off the bandage, but gently stroked the wound, looking a little dazed,

I didn't call out until I felt some pain, "It hurts..."

"Really... It seems that your wound is quite serious." He recovered and looked at me with a slight smile.

"Of course, otherwise, how could it be so difficult to climb the tree." I also replied.

He played riddles, and I followed the troubled waters, pretending not to understand, since he didn't point out that it would embarrass me, why should I admit it myself?

Then there are a few short greetings, he is about to leave, after I said goodbye to him, I watched his back gradually fade away, it seems that the time he can come out is getting shorter and shorter recently, why?

Or is my heart stirring up hope that this time can be longer?

Many subsequent meetings were unsatisfactory. Either I couldn’t come out or he didn’t come. It seemed that I could wait for him for a long time. It was a long time ago that he appeared from behind me and startled me. Every time, it was endless waiting. Listen. Hearing the hurried footsteps of people, none of them belonged to him. In the end, he could only walk home slowly by himself.

Many times, even I myself don't know what the reason for my insistence is, is it the cherry blossom specimen, or the emotion against my will.

And when we met each other again, the explanation changed from being okay to "oh", and he didn't get too emotionally touched by these, but became more and more quiet and didn't talk much. I know there must be some reason for him to become like this The reason, I really wanted to ask him what happened, but the coldness in his eyes stopped me from saying anything.

Feeling like this is really embarrassing, obviously this is probably our final point, right?But I don't want to let go yet, I don't want to go like this until the end, obviously I can just tell like a stranger if we're done, but I can't say it, cowardly and selfish, I want to see it again He...

Even the story of an adventure will have an ending no matter what, and this kind of ending really came too fast, so fast that I was caught off guard.

I still remember the last time we met, it was a cloudy day.

"What's the matter with you lately?" I finally asked this question after some mental struggle.

"Nothing." He bowed his head and said silently.

Then we didn't speak in tacit agreement, and the atmosphere fell into silence.

I saw him lower his head, no smile on his face, I don't know what he was thinking.

It was he who broke the silence first.

"My mother has been in poor health recently..." he said as if he was telling a story.

"En." I quietly listened.

"The family relationship is also very tense...Maybe...we will rarely see each other in the future..." He said word by word.

Finally, our relationship has changed from the tacit understanding between each other to the moment it has been completely cut off by this invisible distance. In fact, I have thought of it a long time ago. Such an unreal emotion established only by fate, It will end after all.

"En." I still listened quietly, pretending to have nothing to do, and asked, "Really...is there a chance to see you again?"

After a period of silence, I heard his steady voice, "Yes."

We sat in relative silence for a while longer until he said goodbye.

"Goodbye, then." He looked at me, I couldn't see the emotion in his eyes.

"Well...goodbye." I pretended to be calm and said.

I don't know if it was because of tacit understanding, we looked at each other, and neither of us would leave.

He suddenly laughed, "Why don't you leave?"

My voice trembled a little and said, "I want to watch you leave this time, is that okay?"

He bowed his head, "Okay..." Then he turned and left without looking back.

I watched his back gradually go away, my eye sockets finally couldn't help turning red, and the cherry blossom specimens I held in my hand became tighter and tighter.

For some reason, I suddenly had an idea that I must keep up with him.

Thinking that anyway, we will rarely see each other in the future, or we will never see each other again. I want a result, a result that belongs to me.

I wonder who he is.

In this way, driven by my curiosity, I followed him out of the place where we last separated, and I came to a community, isn't this the place not far from my home?We, actually... live so close?

I followed him, as if possessed by a demon, but I was careful not to be discovered by him. Just when I was about to arrive, I seemed to hear my father's voice, no, it didn't seem to be, it was affirmation.

I really heard my father calling my name, I turned my head slowly, and found my father was looking at me with a serious expression, and said to me, "You unfilial son! What are you doing here! ? That's why you are desperate to go out? You come home with me, don't be ashamed here, now, quickly!"

My father didn't give me any chance to answer, and I didn't speak, maybe because I didn't think about it. When I looked back, I found that he had already disappeared around the corner, and I still couldn't keep up with him after all.

I obeyed my father's words and returned home, but I walked very slowly, presumably there was something urgent, my father returned home early, leaving me alone on the empty street.

It suddenly rained in the sky, and the rain seeped through the bandage and soaked my wound. I felt the pain of the wound spreading wantonly. I kept walking in the rain. I didn’t know if it was my wound that was hurting or the wound in my heart. One, it’s all sore spots.

And such a sore spot made me physically and mentally exhausted. What is the result of all my work?Even the rain seemed to be mercilessly laughing at me.

After returning home, I had a high fever and wound infection, and it took me a long time to recover. My parents who usually quarreled with me were also very anxious, but I didn’t think it mattered. The wound on my body healed, but what about the wound in my heart? ?Can it be healed as well?

After I recovered, I looked for him everywhere, but I never saw him again. I even went to the corner before, asked the neighbors, and described his general appearance to them, but their answer was that they didn’t see him at all. After passing this person, he shook his head.

I want to go to the cherry blossom tree again, but I can’t find it. I don’t know if I forgot or I can’t find the way to go. No matter what the possibility is, I will never see the cherry blossom tree again.

I also asked my parents about him. Although I have described him in detail, my parents didn't know that there was such a person.

I still ask stubbornly, and sometimes I talk intermittently about me and him, even if there is a person who looks a little like him, but my parents think that I have a fever and my brain is confused, talking nonsense, and everything is imagined by me. of.

During that time, when I went to school and when I went home, I was strictly controlled. I was not allowed to go out during all holidays. The purpose was to make me "sober".

This is the case every day, indulging in dreams and reality, even I began to doubt whether he really existed, or is this really a dream?

One morning, I woke up suddenly, a gust of wind came in from the window, the cold wind blowing my wound made me feel pain, and the cherry blossom specimen that I didn't know when to hold tightly in my hand.

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