the most beautiful time

Chapter 42 The Romance You Never Knew (2)

She raised her head in surprise, seeing him so closely for the first time.She saw that his teeth were as white as pearls shining on the beach.She also saw a slight scar on his forehead, like a tooth mark from a small animal's bite.And the eyes he looked at turned out to be as deep as a bottomless lake, just one glance would make him dizzy and almost fall into the water.

She forgot whether she nodded to answer his question, telling him that she liked these two books very much, and that she liked every word he had read.She only remembered that he returned the book quickly, and turned around and left quickly without saying goodbye.

It was the only sentence she ever said to him.Oh, exactly, she didn't say a word to him at all.This encounter was only a punch away, but she was so excited that she even forgot to say "Hello".

He never knew about this secret love, but she remembered it so persistently and deeply.Just like remembering the youth on this string of bracelets, there are moving colored beads made of colored glaze one by one.

If romance has color, it must be orange, rose red or sky blue.But it's a romance between two people, so it's rich, full, and moving.If there is only one person, the color will fade in the eyes of outsiders, and there will be a bit of loneliness.However, who would know the private sadness and joy hidden deep in the romance of those alone?
I once passed a lonely wasteland, which was a forgotten place in the city. The abandoned buildings were like empty tombs. The souls flew away, leaving only their shells, standing alone in the torrent of time.I thought this place would be deserted, but at a corner, I saw a girl holding a rose, and it was a rose made of wax, squatting in a clump of weeds.She stuck the rose in the dry soil, took out a match to light it, and then sat down with her head resting on her knees, silently watching a cluster of flames burning quietly in the afterglow of the evening.

I didn't bother her alone time.I guess at that moment, she was not alone, nor did she need anyone's comfort.She just wanted to spend this desolate but beautiful evening alone, thinking about the past related to this rose, or missing the person who had nothing to do with her.This is a romantic time, when the afterglow falls like a soft veil around the girl and her story that may never be revealed.Will she bury the remaining green stalks in the earth after the rose is burned?Will she leave a mark for this wasteland where the past is buried, to be searched for in the future?When she watched the candle shed rows of red tears, would tears of the same temperature come out of her eyes?And the person she was willing to spend an afternoon thinking about, where did he go? Will he have the same obsession and tenderness for her who is already far away at a certain busy moment?

All questions do not need to be answered.Perhaps, she no longer misses the person who gave her love and hurt her at all. She just uses such a romantic way to commemorate her lost youth.This kind of romance is only related to her alone.And, no one needs to share.

Most of the time, romance is in our hearts, slowly fermenting, like a jar of wine, stored in the dark, so that no one can see its vibrant luster.Often on the road, I see those teenagers who are secretly in love with shining secrets written on their faces, which you cannot touch or pry into, but you know that there is a deep pool of spring water in their hearts, such The deep spring makes their faces bright and rich. It is a small wind in summer, gently caressing along the wild flowers. All the joy in the world is in their hearts, condensed into that little beating life.This is the most personal romance, and no one can understand it, and no one can see it.

Can romance be explained in this way, one by one waves come over, infiltrating the silent coast, the word "man" is not only the softness of the waves, but also the strength of the infiltration.And such a soothing and lasting romance, two men and women who love so passionately, will not slow down and savor it quietly.

So the real romance is only about yourself.Seeing two ants crawling side by side on the concrete floor, you will think of holding hands with a boy a long time ago, and you will subconsciously want to test one of them, deliberately set up obstacles for them, and watch as they cross the slender branches. , will they part ways like you and that boy did.You will still sit on the playground swing, close your eyes in the lazy spring sunshine, and pretend that the girl you first love is swinging the rope for you, and you will fly up, and you can smell the light breeze in her hair brought by the wind. The smell of flowers—that's the smell of the flower bracelets you wove for her.You will also treasure a piece of hair that she accidentally dropped by your side, take it out when you miss her, and put it on the desk, like a cat, squinting and staring blankly all morning.

Such idle romance floats lightly in our hearts, helping us spend one boring but beautiful afternoon after another.The person you miss, he will never know that you once ran with him so romantically, kissed, played, held hands, caressed, cried, gnawed - in front of a lonely window.

He never knew, but romantic flowers will never forget us.

One winter, I was extremely tired of life.First, the person I've been in love with for 5 years ruthlessly abandons me for a woman I've only known for 5 months.Moreover, it was when our parents began to happily inform relatives and friends of our marriage.Then, in that fiercely competitive job, in order to reduce my salary, the boss frequently found fault, threw the materials I had written after staying up late on the table again and again, and asked me to rework indifferently.Moreover, a friend of mine actually betrayed me too, cheating me of the 7 yuan that I had worked so hard to save for half a year, and never heard from me again.

I refuse to convince myself that love is so cruelly gone.I tried to do that last-ditch effort.I cried and called my boyfriend, hoping that he would change his mind through my tears. I said that as long as you are willing to come back, I will love you more than that woman.But he said indifferently, since love is dead, why bother you, I am already tired of your suffocating love.Unable to make him turn back, I secretly went to find the woman who snatched him away. I frequently "harassed" her with text messages, emails and phone calls.I thought she would be moved by my infatuation, but when I begged again, she mocked and said, you have always trampled on your dignity like this, no wonder he is so eager to get rid of you!
And my boss also beat me mercilessly.He pointed to a copy that I had exhausted my heart and soul to do, and said, if your level is limited to this, how can you be worthy of the salary I pay you?There are a lot of graduates from famous universities outside, if you really don't like to do it, you can leave at any time.I knew that he was actually trying to promote one of his nephews, and I saw him hand over one of my rejected design drafts to his nephew for "reference".When I questioned him, he sneered and said: Do you think your design is so clumsy that it has no reference value?If so, wouldn't it be more expensive for me to hire you?

The friend I had tried my best to find seemed to have disappeared from the world all of a sudden.But I clearly know that he is somewhere in the corner, taking the money he cheated from N friends, living more freely than anyone else.He hid in the dark, watching me leisurely growling and tearing at a ball of air, and then tortured himself alive on the hospital bed, and handed over more money to the hospital unjustly.When I angrily scolded him for having no conscience in my illness, he must be in a certain cafe, drinking a cup of cappuccino triumphantly, while smiling and admiring the beautiful woman on the opposite table.

Betrayal, deceit and injustice, like the cocooned silkworm, bound me tightly, making me unable to escape.I even thought desperately that maybe I would die in this increasingly suffocating shell of pain.Then one day, when I went to the clinic, I met a child with a sore on his arm. After hearing that the doctor was going to use a needle to pierce the sore and squeeze out the stagnant water, he immediately screamed "Aww". , jumped to the door of the clinic, and yelled in horror: the flesh will hurt!The doctor immediately replied sharply: Who said it would hurt? !Is that still your meat?all dead!Everyone in the room laughed at the cuteness of this child, but I was instantly hit by the doctor's unintentional words.It turns out that I have always been like this child, greedy for the dead carrion, thinking that if I give it up, there will be a sharp pain like a needle prick. Don't you know that the dead thing no longer belongs to me; , Then, why do you want to stay together desperately, and feel heartache for nothing?

I finally completely deleted all the contact information of my boyfriend, but in the last text message I sent, I wished them happiness indifferently.He must have been surprised and chased after him to call, but I looked at the familiar number and pressed lightly to hang up.When I found another company and handed in the letter of resignation to my boss, he was also surprised and said, why did he give up such a good job so easily?I laughed and said, since you think I am not a qualified employee, why don't I vacate the position and give it to someone better?And the 7 yuan I lent out was just a trivial sum, and I crossed it out of the accounting book; people live in the world, and it is not always necessary to pay some tuition fees to recognize those who are kind on the surface and cunning on the inside. people?That being the case, the money that cannot be returned is just to tell me in advance how to identify those who wear all kinds of masks on the road ahead.

Two years later, I met that cheating boyfriend on the street. He carried a big bag and followed a richly dressed woman with a sad and tired look on his face.The woman seemed to be chattering endlessly, while he was silent all the way.But I still saw his loneliness and loneliness from the eyes he glanced over inadvertently. What a proud man he was once.As for the nephew of the boss, he heard that a wrong decision had brought a lot of losses to the company, and the boss's remorse must have been flying all over the sky.As for the friend who went into hiding, I also heard that after spending all the money he cheated, he has nowhere to go to cheat, and his life is extremely poor, it seems that he can barely make ends meet.

When the carrion was cut off from my past, life did not lose its brilliance, but became more relaxed and brighter.And those imaginary pains also slipped away silently without leaving a trace.

(End of this chapter)