love on the other side

What else can I do when I leave school?Keep writing fairy tales, shall we?As if I have lost everything, how can I still have the mood to write fairy tales?By memory?Old Ou can turn into a bearded old man rowing a wooden boat to explore, and his mouse can turn into a fairy who can talk and understand magic. They rescued people who lost their souls in the dark world, and there was a little boy among them, because He lost a leg in the war, and they treated him with special herbs, and finally the leg grew back.The little boy was very happy, and ran home, only to find that his relatives had died in the war—he became an orphan.

God, when was he not an orphan?

He is going to be a wanderer eventually.

At dusk, sitting on an empty bus, the inner loneliness spreads everywhere.The bus drove past the beach, and the setting sun reflected on the sea. The sea was no longer blue, but yellow. The seabirds were mourning on the sea, and they probably missed the beauty of the past.I thought of that lake, that villa, and the woods across the lake. In the woods, I once fished with Mr. Fu. At that time, he asked me if I wanted to go to college.At that moment, I felt that I was no different from all the children in the world. I had a father and a future. At that moment, the hope in my heart made me realize the beauty of the world.Unexpectedly, it has come to this point now.Personnel changes are the heaviest sorrow.Will Mr. Fu come back?what is he doing nowWill he miss me?How nice it would be to go to him!The more I think about it, the more empty my heart becomes.

I went to the journalism school, and it was already dark when I came back.I originally wanted to chat with Fu Ming to see if he could give me a little happiness, but what I got was even greater disappointment.On campus, I saw Fu Ming kissing a girl by the West Lake, and I was very embarrassed by the way no one else was there.When I turned around and was about to leave, Fu Ming saw me.He came after me and asked me how I was here and what happened.Omg what else can I say?Who else can I ask for help besides being a passer-by?I told him about dropping out because I didn't want to study.I don't know if he understands me or doesn't care about me, but he didn't ask.We - I mean Fu Ming and I, and the girl - had dinner together, they were happy, they will be happy.And I, alone, stepped on the last train and went home.

I rented a small room.No luggage.I put down my small backpack and lay down on the table, not knowing whether I was sad or tired.In my mind, Fu Zhen, Fu Ni, Fu Ming, they are getting farther and farther away, gradually disappearing, and Fu Linbo is still far away, elusive, at this time, I naturally thought of Fu Hong, my brother.How is he abroad?He must have had a wonderful life, right?Maybe he will forget the people and things here, those things that I think are extremely precious?I naively thought that Fu Hong might not come back when he arrived at a place like heaven.The more I think about it, the more I want to confide in Fu Hong who is far away and tell him all the truth.

I sat up abruptly and took out the diary from my small backpack. I haven't written a word for a long time.Opening the book, the ink marks still stay in the fairy tale without ending.Now, I want to write a letter to Fu Hong, to find out what interesting things he has encountered abroad, to tell him about my dissatisfaction, and at the same time, to secretly remind him not to forget me.

Telling, always like ejaculation, makes people feel relaxed all of a sudden.

"Brother Fu Hong:

It's been two years since I left. I haven't heard from you for a long time. How is your life on the other side of the ocean?You must have experienced more new and exciting things, right?How I miss the days of learning fishing, rowing, and swimming with you. You always bring the joy of life to us.I am writing to you because I am afraid you will forget all this..."

Just like writing a letter to God, I unreservedly told Fu Hong my long-standing thoughts, not only about Fu Zhen and Fu Ni, but also about Lao Ou.