endless roses

Chapter 145 Another cherished dream: "Xiao Su, hello."

I ate a slightly weird dish, I don't know what to name it.Tomatoes, peanuts, coriander, and chili are mixed and squeezed for juice. Some unknown seasoning may be added. It is difficult to enter, but the aftertaste is actually good.There is also the sticky okra, which I don't like in my impression. After one pass, it is unexpectedly delicious.Zweig blew cold okra on the spoon, and when he handed it over, he felt like a father for a moment.

Watching the Olympics, sitting side by side, with my hand on his neck, the atmosphere is very similar to normal family life, a bit boring, a bit intimate, and unable to open up to others.Language and cultural background are trivial matters, but again, I fell into a barrier in communicating with people, and I didn't know what to say. "Xiao Su, hello", "How are you", "I can cook a lot of dishes", surrounding countries, news, dishes... It seems meaningless.

"Hey, don't keep staring at me."

"I'm watching you."

I haven't seen you for two weeks. I lost a lot of weight. I don't look so friendly like before. Let me tell you, after losing the beard, you are not cute, but handsome. That guy laughed for a long time.After laughing, we were silent and didn't know what to say. Even though we hadn't seen each other for a long time, I didn't seem to be happy to meet again after a long absence. I don't know how he is.The only thing that can bring comfort is that I can finally hug someone. The loneliness and many fears and confusions these days can finally be temporarily settled in the form of hugs.I hugged him tightly, speechless, stood on tiptoe, buried my face deeply in his neck, and lost my center of gravity.It's been a long time, a long time, I haven't relied on anyone for a short time, who he is, it doesn't matter, whether there is love, family and friendship, it doesn't matter.My hug was so heavy that I almost cried. For a moment, I felt like a little girl who had been wronged a lot, throwing myself into my brother's arms.I understand that I will never fall in love with him in this life, I am so sad, such a good person, and feel lucky for him at the same time.

When I returned home, I heard jokes in several languages, such as the translation of "Germany" from German, and why the name "America" ​​starts with "m". One sentence, "disappeared suddenly", and then put it into a smile.As expected, Suzhou Zweig did not know Austrian Zweig.

Sudden disappearance is what I said. At the beginning, he asked why he always refused to establish a relationship. I said: "Because I was afraid that you would disappear suddenly." It doesn't matter if you disappear suddenly. I am used to it, but I don't want to experience it again.As for feelings, it has never been insensitive, but too sensitive.Of course, this is only for those who are tempted. Sometimes, it has reached a situation where repression becomes natural.

What I can grasp now is that you will disappear suddenly, maybe in autumn, maybe a few months, or a year or two, or when you feel bored.One day when I revisit the old place, I will not be able to find the slightest trace of him. On that day, it emerged clearly.

When he was about to leave, I would say: I will always remember you.Then keep it in my heart, just like every cherished dream.

I won't stay, absolutely not, although I hope that those who have been with me will stay, but I can't interfere in other people's lives, especially those who have cared about me, I can't, so I won't say it.If you want to go, just go, most of the time you don't remember me, and occasionally think of a short miss, for me, it is a great happiness.

When we parted, the typhoon and fireworks were still in Wujiang, and it was raining in Sucheng. We used our umbrellas to lightly hit each other's umbrellas, without words, with the laughter of teenagers.Whether he enjoyed it, or eased the silence between each other, I don't know.

7/27

A week's travel story, told for two hours a day, can't be finished in ten days.The new book has been ravaged by rain and running around. Small events and good things are usually only mentioned in a few words or a dozen words, as well as some thoughts and thoughts. It is old and looks like it has been used for many years.Most of the text in my notebook is short, and I just jot it down when I think of it. It is worse than "Passing Yuyao", and there are also very endless thoughts.The same text is recalled at different moments, and it will be a brand new story.

(End of this chapter)