"Teacher Xiao Su, Teacher Xiao Su, there is a letter for you!"
The doorbell kept ringing, I got up from the quilt, put on my coat and rushed out. It was just August and the town was getting cold, so cold that I was freezing even if I was jogging. The mailman was a young boy who sent me mail almost every month. He always teased me and asked if I had a boyfriend.
Not a boyfriend, but a friend.
I answered him with a smile, then quickly ran back to my little house and began to read the letter.
The person who wrote the letter was Guan Yue.
Yes, Guan Yue started writing to me a year after I left that city.
The first sentence in her first letter to me was that she hadn't forgiven me yet, but she was willing to start forgiving.
What kind of logic is this ? I laughed.
The letters record her daily life. At the beginning, she wrote me one letter every three months, but now she can't help but write me one letter every two weeks. In this information-exploding society, she and I seem to have returned to our original nature, stubbornly communicating in this way.
From her letter I learned that Qiao Nuo's problem was resolved, Ai Qing accepted the compensation, and it would only take two years for Qiao Nuo to return to his life safely.
She said that the Guanxia tree, which had never bloomed for thousands of years, has recently blossomed. Her grandmother is in good health and often goes out to the park and is very happy.
My mother got a new job with good salary and benefits, and a divorced male boss fell in love with her, but she didn't seem to believe in love anymore and was always avoiding him.
At this point, she left a large space blank, and I turned the page to see a line of words. She said, "Do you see? These spaces are reserved for you. I want to talk about your life, but I know too little about you."
Jing'an, when will you come back?
When my eyes lingered here, I fell into an uncontrollable emotion that made my heart wet.
I have been in this small town for two years.
This small town is Dong Mingyang's hometown. I came here without telling anyone. In the past two years, I have supported myself with my own ability and worked as a painting teacher in a primary school. I divide my monthly salary into three parts, one for myself, one for my mother, and the other, I donate to people in need.
Dong Mingyang once said that when he has a bright future, he will definitely help the children here. Now, I am helping him fulfill his legacy. I walked the path Dong Mingyang walked and looked at the scenery he had seen, as if he had never left.
Only here can the rest of my life be better.
So, before I knew it, two years had passed. Everyone had started a new life, but I was the only one still stuck in the past.
I often dream about Dong Mingyang, Guan Yue, and Qiao Nuo.
The shadow of Qiao Nuo has never left my mind. I love him more than I thought.
I don’t know what kind of life Qiao Nuo is leading at this moment.
I never dared to ask anything about Jono in my letters.
I am afraid that he has forgotten me, and I will feel lost. I am also afraid that he has not forgotten me, and I will want to go back. Love is always hard to give up, so I am destined to suffer. And those who have truly loved will probably have to spend their lives bleeding.
Guan Yue knows me well, so I have been in tacit understanding for so long without giving him any description. I think he must be doing well at the moment, maybe he has forgotten me a long time ago, which is also good, after all, this is the result I want.
But this was the first time she asked me, when will you come back?
I closed the letter and put it into the envelope carefully as usual, but suddenly found that there was another piece of letter inside. I don't know why, my heart started beating wildly. For so long, Guan Yue didn't have the habit of using two pieces of letter paper. Everything seemed like a dream. I opened the letter paper and saw a string of familiar words.
I remember when I was in school, some girls in the school actually ran to the teacher's office to steal his homework in order to collect his handwriting.
Now, these things that are regarded as treasures by others have fallen firmly into my hands. I can't tell what I feel at this moment, but I suddenly understand the turbulent thoughts of those girls.
"I'm back, what about you?"
These six words were like being carved into my heart by a knife. I rubbed them repeatedly until my eyes were filled with mist.
It's him, it's Jono.
I vaguely remember that person's smiling face and voice.
It turns out that fate also has a sincere side, and longing will have an endless echo.
He once said that nothing is impossible. Yes, nothing is impossible.
As long as you are willing to look up, one day the suffering will go away.