Chapter 7 What is buried 4
Some people say that life is like bitter melon. Even if it is soaked in water, offered in a temple, and put into the mouth, the bitterness remains unchanged. This is the essence of the bitterness of life. Others say that life is like a glass of boiled water. If you add honey, it will be sweet, and if you add salt, it will be salty. In fact, the pain and happiness of life all come from one's heart. If the heart is bitter, life will be like a boundless sea of suffering; if the heart is sweet, life will be full of beautiful scenery.
Qing Nuan once thought that Cheng Ge was her most beautiful scenery.
However, the scenery also changes with the seasons, just like the north with distinct four seasons. In summer, your favorite weeping willows dance gracefully, but in winter, only swaying dead branches remain.
Later, Qing Nuan explained to Song Yang clearly: "I haven't fallen in love with you yet, Cheng Ge is still in my heart."
Song Yang smiled slightly and said to her, "I know."
Qing Nuan added: "But I will try my best to like you and put you in my heart."
Song Yang still smiled slightly and said to her: "For me, this is already very good."
Later, one week after Qing Nuan agreed to become Song Yang's girlfriend, Qing Nuan found a weekend and secretly returned to J City.
She wandered aimlessly around the campus of J City High School for a long time.
On the weekend, only the senior high school students were busy preparing for the college entrance examination. The rest of the classrooms were empty, without a single student.
She walked past the classroom where she used to be, the playground, and the cafeteria. She sat in the window seat that she and Cheng Ge used to like to sit in, and ate a bowl of beef noodles that she and Cheng Ge used to like to eat the most.
The beef noodles are average and affordable.
Three slices of beef, a handful of chopped green onions, a few drops of sesame oil, and a bowl of thick soup.
Just the taste of a bowl of beef noodles can almost make Qing Nuan cry.
The weakest point of a person is that he is reluctant to let go. He is reluctant to let go of a relationship that is no longer wonderful, reluctant to let go of a bit of vanity, and reluctant to let go of applause.
We always think that the best days will be very long and will not leave so soon. But when we are soft-hearted and lack courage, the best days have passed mercilessly.
Later, Qing Nuan went to the first birch tree at the southernmost end of the playground.
She took out a small shovel from her bag and dug out the small iron box that she and Cheng Ge had buried together.
Qing Nuan took out another letter from her bag. She wrote down all her love and regrets for Cheng Ge on the letter paper.
The warm sunshine and the tall white birch trees seem to be the same as they were back then.
But there was a young man by her side back then, who would sit side by side with her under the birch tree - he read Tagore to her, and she leaned on his shoulder and gradually fell asleep.
I once thought that although they had never said they liked or loved each other, their feelings were witnessed by God and were as solid as a rock.
Now it seems that it was all wishful thinking of my youth.
Qing Nuan put the envelope between the poems of Rabindranath Tagore, put the poems back into the iron box, and buried it at the place where they had parted that year.
The same birch tree had witnessed their closeness, but on this day, it also witnessed their estrangement.
Qing Nuan left with a sigh . Some feelings are hard to get rid of and should be sealed away, buried in the mud and become fossils.
Perhaps only after several centuries will someone discover the sincerity of the letter.
Song brother:
I decided to go back to the birch tree and take a look.
I am about to accept Song Yang's confession and become his girlfriend. I think, maybe you no longer care about these trivial matters of mine, but I still want to tell you.
Do you remember the time when I was in the third grade of junior high school, when I was sitting on the train and you suddenly ran towards me, hid under my seat, and asked me to cover for you?
In the days after you left, I have dreamed of that scene countless times.
Two trains whizzed past in my dream.
The first train brought you to me in the summer in J City.
The second train took you away from me in the winter in J City.
Our fate began with a train, and ended unexpectedly on a train. Maybe this is God's arrangement, so that our fate will have a good beginning and a good end?
Brother Ge, you made me understand what love is.
When I was young, I was naive and ignorant. I just thought that if I liked you, I had to follow you. I also thought that if you liked something, I had to imitate it. So I imitated your idol - that beautiful singer. I thought that if I became like that, you would like me as much as you like your idol.
I never thought about whether I was suitable or not.
I envy Avril because you adore her and always keep her photos in your phone like a treasure. I also want my photos to fill your album so that you can see me all the time.
I envy Luo Weiwei because she is so beautiful and talented. She stands next to you and is such a perfect match for you. Moreover, she can bravely express her feelings in front of everyone.
I know my weaknesses.
I have always been timid. I didn't dare to admit that I liked you before. I just kept asking you if you liked Luo Weiwei.
What I actually want to ask is: Brother Ge, do you like me?
What I actually want to say is: Brother Ge, I like you very much, do you know?
Because I like you, I work hard to make myself better. In order to fulfill my promise with you, I worked hard to get admitted to the university in City A...
But God let us miss it again.
I was not so lucky. Although we were in City A, I chose the wrong school.
You are in University A and I am in University B.
I always wonder, if I had found you earlier, would it be me instead of Luo Weiwei standing next to you now?
However, I understand that such an assumption is meaningless.
Brother Ge, I still love you so much.
I want to have a relationship that will never break up. Even if we quarrel or get angry, we will still be together.
Even if we are very busy, even if we are very tired, as long as we see each other, we will smile warmly and keep going. Strolling, watching the sunset, growing old together, supporting each other.
But I can only forget you and wish you and Luo Weiwei happiness.
Goodbye, Brother Ge.
Warm
