Pulling the female boss into the Hongyan group, I was exposed

Chapter 63 063. Forever (thanks to the lord of ptik1786913)
On the day when Chen Ya left without a sound, Liu Ruyan struggled with the air and was hungry all day long.

She didn't know whether she was asleep or fainted from hunger. When she opened her eyes, the moonlight had already climbed to the end of the road outside the window, hanging obliquely beside the withered hyacinth branches and leaves.

Her stomach growled there, and she tried to puff it up.

It suddenly occurred to him that she was starving like this before, and Chen Ya said ferociously that he wanted to punch her in the stomach, but suddenly he laughed and became discouraged.

Then she was sad again.

She parted with him.

Walking to the kitchen by the moonlight, she opened the refrigerator, the warm light shone on her face, and the cold air hit her face, but the emptiness in her heart was relieved a little.

After waiting for a long time, she picked out two pieces of bread and an egg, and tried to make a sandwich for herself.

Just after unpacking the bread, tears dripped onto the bread.

The compressor of the refrigerator beeped at the right time, as if in useless relief.

Liu Ruyan sobbed, wiped away her tears, feeling wronged and painful in her heart.

Thinking about it now, Chen Ya is simply a very bad person.

她一个人徘徊在湖边，他只是在那边静静看着；她鼓起小肚子，他就想往上面揍一拳；她比任何人都爱着他，他却不辞而别了。

Liu Ruyan sat on the sofa with a sandwich in her hands, and every time she took a bite, she remembered the dreamlike happy days when Chen Ya was by her side.

After eating the sandwich, she licked her fingers in a very uncivilized manner, drank the water in the glass again, and slumped on the sofa.

The sound of water "tick-tick" from somewhere kept ringing, the cicadas from somewhere were calling furtively, Liu Ruyan was lying on the sofa, and Chen Ya's voice from somewhere was all over his head.

The moonlight tonight was exceptionally quiet, she stared out of the window, feeling that the wrinkles in her heart were slightly smoothed away.

"The bright moon does not understand the bitterness of parting and hatred, but the slanting light reaches the dawn and wears Zhuhu."

She suddenly thought of this poem, which is very appropriate here.

When she walked to the balcony, there were many buildings and lights in front of her.

The windows form bright squares. In the squares, there are men sitting under the lights, mothers and daughters eating silently, middle-aged men singing loudly, and women mopping the floor with their children on their backs.

These squares are like a cross-section of life, cut vertically, and reveal the inner core to Liu Ruyan, she faintly feels that there may be some inspiration in it.

Her father used to keep muttering about Wang Guowei's so-called "triple realm", something like "the westerly wind withered the green trees last night. I went up to the tall building alone, looking at the end of the world";
What is "the belt is getting wider and you will not regret it, and you will be haggard because of Yixiao";
What is "I searched for him thousands of times in the crowd, and suddenly I looked back, but the man was in a dimly lit place."

Now that I think about it, isn't this just "climbing up a tall building alone, looking at the end of the world"?

It is estimated that after a period of time, I will "grow my belt and never regret it".

When will you suddenly look back and find him in a dimly lit place?

Liu Ruyan buried her face in her arms.

"Teacher, I miss you."

Maybe all the great things in the world will experience a painful relationship.

The first thing Liu Ruyan did the next day was to put a book cover on the book "Love in the Time of Cholera".

She knew that this book, as Chen Ya's last gift to her (she didn't know if it could be counted, but let's count it), should witness many, many histories.

Pages, like memories, will continue to yellow with the passage of time.

Books can be protected by the book cover, but in the inevitable forgetting, how should memories be protected?
There seems to be no other way than repeating those memories over and over again, chewing the cud like a cow, savoring the sweetness like drinking tea.

And for Liu Ruyan now, those things are like slowly cutting a hole in her heart with a knife.

In this room where the tentacles can only touch the air, but there is no trace of the teacher, any memory will kill her sensitively.

However, everything related to Chen Ya made her feel sad, his usual gold-rimmed plate, toothbrush with bristled bristles, slippers with holes, and everything that soaked into all her clothes and body, everywhere in this room. His unique breath.

The human brain is very strange. She reminded herself not to think about him, not to think about him, but when she did so, she was thinking about him.

Missing was like a poison, and when dosed strong enough, she would be overwhelmed with grief and wish she had died in her sleep.

She could only lie on the bed stained with his scent, her hands and feet stretched out infinitely, and her green and white fingers brushed over every inch of where he lay, trying to find the traces he left behind.

She crumpled the crumpled quilt even more, she tossed and turned to make the clothes more messy, she closed her eyes, stretched out her five fingers, trying to imitate the once gentle and tender touch with the air.

She had a fever, her body temperature was so high that she couldn't even stand up.

She tried her best to dial the number of the supermarket downstairs. When the little brother brought the takeaway upstairs, he noticed something was wrong at a glance.

"What's wrong with you? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"unnecessary."

She slammed the door shut, then sat down on the ground.

She was suddenly very helpless, not because she was sick and helpless, but because she suddenly thought that Chen Ya, who was somewhere, might have seen all kinds of human beings and intersected with different women.

And she couldn't control it at all, she could only stubbornly believe that she could wait until he came back.

After lying in bed for two days, the fever subsided, and most of my illness was cured, but my body was still weak.

She walked slowly to the coffee table. Compared with before she got sick, the living room seemed to be completely new, with a brand new feeling.

She picked up "Love in the Time of Cholera" and touched the notes left by Chen Ya on the title page.

The sentence written by Chen Ya is also a sentence in the book. It was said by a woman:
"In the final analysis, love is a kind of instinct, either you will do it for the first time, or you will never do it for the rest of your life."

She didn't quite understand this sentence before, but now she seems to understand somewhat in her ignorance: you need to learn to get along with others, but you don't need to learn to love someone, it's innate.

Speaking of "Love in the Time of Cholera", it is also a story about waiting.

That man waited for that woman for 53 years, seven months and eleven days for love.

From the moment he fell in love with her, he persisted in this love like a belief for a lifetime.

There is no need to ask what the benefits are, and there is no need to wonder why it is done. This is faith.

Leo Raven thinks that her own love is faith, even if it looks stupid to others.

She turned over the manuscript paper under the book, page by page, filled with memories of Chen Ya.

That was the way she used to protect her memory. She wrote down some of her memories with him every day and read them every day. In this way, he could be more deeply imprinted in her heart.

In the past few days, she has always had a feeling that something is about to break out of her shell.

Suddenly, she realized something, as if all the energy in her life were suddenly connected by a thread, forming a complete shape.

She picked up the pen, pressed it on the paper, paused, and then wrote a line:

"Cohabiting Offside".

Then, after thinking about it, she wrote:
"The story begins when the hyacinths are in full bloom..."

……

One morning in March, Liu Ruyan suddenly noticed that the leaves of the pot of hyacinths that Chen Ya gave her had been hanging down for a long time.

Before you know it, it's the hyacinth season again.

But the teacher's hyacinths were not in full bloom.

She put on the gloves, and without much effort, she pulled up the poor plant together with the roots.

It was undoubtedly dead, and its roots rotted.

At this moment, the door opened, and Chen Ya pushed the door open and walked in.

Liu Ruyan thought about many scenes of his reunion with her, but she never expected that when she saw him, she was wearing an apron and holding a rotten hyacinth in her hand.

A girl with long black hair came out from behind Chen Ya. After seeing Liu Ruyan, she wrinkled her nose and said in blunt Chinese:

"Is this the woman you must meet?"

At this moment, Chen Ya only looked at Liu Ruyan, and nodded in his busy schedule.

The black, long, straight girl walked up to Liu Ruyan and put her hands on her hips, pretending to be aggressive, as if she wanted to compete for qualifications, and at the same time to inquire about information, she searched for words in her mind for a long time before asking:

"How long have you and Ya been in love?"

Like Florentino Ariza in Love in the Time of Cholera, she has been ready every day and night for 53 years, seven months and eleven days (if she had that long) got the answer:
"Forever," she said.

　Recommend a book, don't miss it if you like Ome's Daily Love.

　　


(End of this chapter)