have you ever seen the sea

Her sister found out about us being together, that kid, who never lied.

Her older sister approached me, not to persuade us to separate, but to ask me if I have the courage to seriously want to spend the rest of my life with Xi Qing.

I didn't answer her, and I couldn't answer her.The answer to this question is already clear to me.I can't give that child anything, as I said a long time ago, let alone a lifetime.

Life is too long, and there are too many uncertainties.Who can guarantee that he can always love someone for a lifetime, let alone the love of two women.Nothing can be determined, nothing can be promised.

The child came in time, as if he was afraid of what his sister would do to me.I know, she just doesn't want to be separated from me, and she doesn't want any accidents.

It's just that there are no accidents, where did life come from.

The child dragged me away, looking at her sister apologetically, and said to talk to her when I got home.Her sister really pampered her, she just waved her hand calmly, drank coffee, and let her take me away.

She took me to a deserted Heti, sat down on the ground, and didn't want to show any image.

There are weeping willows by the river, just like our name, all related to this.

She propped her hands behind her back and looked to the other side of the river.That is the direction of the setting sun, and the afterglow sprinkled on the river, reflecting every wave.

She said sorry for not making it clear to her sister.

She didn't look at me when she was talking, and I suddenly felt a little sad in my heart, a little sad, but only a little bit.

nothing.I say so.

We didn't talk anymore, but some things are going to be broken and changed after all.Even though we all try our best to keep it like this.Don't want to change.

I don't know what she talked about with her sister, but after that, she just squeezed my hand twice.

Then this calm lasted for half a year.I let go of her hand first.

Not because of gossip, not because of public opinion.Just because the time has come.She didn't cry, she just said goodbye to me with red eyes.

Girls still look good with red faces, not red eyes.She obviously didn't cry aloud, just like that night, but I seemed to be able to hear her suppressed crying, the moaning in her chest.

I finally failed her.

I put away all the paintings she gave me, all rolled up, and dusty in an unattended room.

Sometimes I think, if we hadn't met, wouldn't it be better for each other?In this way, they will not be concerned and tie each other down.

She never came to see me again, and never exchanged pleasantries when we met.Finally sent me a painting, when I got engaged.

There was a gap of two years between us until I came back and someone sent her an invitation.

Everything is logical, maybe I just want to see her again, even if it is cruel enough for her to see me marry another person in front of her eyes, and make a promise with another person that I have never promised her a lifetime.

But that's who I am, and she should know.

That painting is by the sea, a person in a wedding dress against the light, with the rising sun behind him.She didn't draw a face, just a simple outline, and I knew it was me.

Her painting skills seem to have regressed, but the painting is still as good as mine.

That is the sea she once said that she wanted to see with me.She has never seen the sea, but she only imagined it, seen it in the photos, and fell in love with it just like that.I don't know the storms and dangers of the sea.

Like like me.I've always thought so.

She is a fool, a fool who never forgets.When we were together, there was no vigor and unforgettableness, but she always remembered it like that, bit by bit.

But her life is still long, how will she live it.

But with her sister around, maybe it will be much better, after all, she is so loved by others.

I never asked her recent situation, asked her any news.I just don't think so.

One wrong step, one wrong step.How many idiots and idiots cling to memories and refuse to let go, it's not that they don't want to, it's just that they can't.

Because the memories are so beautiful, not because of where you are, not because of what you are doing, just because you are with that person, or even just have that person in your memory.

There is that person, the beautiful past that can't be let go, even if it never belonged to me.Missing is a tsunami that no one knows, only you know, drowning in that missing.

I'm probably crazy too, thinking of her more and more frequently, remembering that we were together.It's like two years of thoughts accumulated together, the days and nights that have never been mentioned, the backlog broke out now.

I thought she would come today, my wedding.But she never showed up.

I thought that girl would show up again, sitting in the banquet room, saying goodbye to me for the last time with red eyes.And then it's really gone.

I have been waiting for a long time, and my eyes are a little bit astringent.

I took the phone to check the time, but saw a text message from an unknown number.

Just two words, goodbye.

It turned out that they were never seen again.