[Ting Feng] Victorious

The landlord had just knocked on the door, so I turned on the lights, stopped the music player, and waited for him to leave.

So today I was accompanied by instant noodles again. The room was filled with the strong smell of instant noodles oil and water. After a long time, I also vomited from the smell.

As a distraction, I hit the keyboard again, a key being dulled by something dripping into it.

So my memory is as difficult as typing.

From the first meeting to the last meeting, is the span of my jump a bit too big?But the memory he left me is so messy.

"still there?"

"I'm going back."

"take care of yourself."

"Good to go."

"it is good."

This is the last conversation between us, text messages.

After that, I unilaterally questioned him, but unfortunately he never responded to me.

He went back to his hometown and left the city, I asked why, and he said that every place he walked was sad.

The day before our separation, we visited the sights in the whole city that could attract tourists. The city is not big, and there were only a few places we could see. We walked side by side with an unknown relationship.Stop at the places where couples often stop and take pictures.

Unfortunately, as I said earlier, those photos have all been destroyed.

A big park, there seems to be nothing special except that there are many trees, and there are also a lot of annoying mosquitoes.But there is a couple standing under all the green shades, and they declare their sweetness to the world with a gesture of no one else.We stood outside the shade and watched.

Then, I hugged him from behind, and his usual calm expression finally showed a little shyness, but there was a faint taboo in our conversation, which was the kind of embarrassment that he knew he was powerless but refused to admit.

"Have you hugged enough?" He struggled slightly.

"Not yet...not yet..." I didn't hug him hard, as if I would hurt him if I did, and he didn't struggle hard.

If he changes places, he will change his cell phone number. What I'm afraid of is that our relationship will eventually become an empty number that can no longer be reached.

I want to say that if you miss me, please take the initiative to call me.

But the last thing I sent was "Call me if you're bored."

I noticed that when he was by my side, sometimes he bumped into pedestrians, and even sprained his feet, as if he couldn't do anything without me, I laughed at him, enough is enough, and I will stand by my side from now on behind it.But whenever I'm not by his side, he's always on his own and can solve everything, even things that make me feel at a loss.

I realized that in this world, no one can't live without him.What a poignant thing it was, it made me feel like a fool.I was also like before I met him, working day after day, living my life lightly.

After all, the torrent of time washed us away and made me a second person in his life.

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