endless roses

Chapter 3 Farewell to Ginkgo Avenue

In the autumn, I was walking on the path of fallen leaves, the sky was getting darker, and it was a little cold.

Cyan tentatively asked, "So, it's over?"

"Yes." I stopped talking, watching the wind of autumn leaves swept over the ginkgo, and drifted to the road in a wonderful arc.

We were cleanly separated, and yes, someone dropped the other.

The good times are always short, I still remember, wandering in the stream of the West Lake, the lake, the mountains, and the cramped him beside him.Looking at him with a smile, I don't know what kind words to say. At that time, he was probably as shy as a child, as if he had never heard such a sentence.

I picked up three golden ginkgo leaves and put them in the interlayer of my leather bag. At this time, Cyan was waiting for a taxi by the side of the road. He didn't understand what I meant, maybe he pretended not to understand.

In fact, I am a very romantic person in my bones, but I am more decisive than the secular romance. I regard love as an extremely important part of my life, and love should be long-lasting and beautiful.Exotic love is not a problem, age, and lifestyle are irrelevant, but when you notice a trace of hesitation and feel that you are not firmly chosen, you are ready to let go, and you cannot allow the good relationship to become bad from then on.

You're not real, I'm not invested, it's a love affair without results.

He said: "I read the letter you gave me many times that day, don't worry, everything is by me."

"That's not a letter, it's just a note." I avoided the point, frowning and couldn't bear to talk about it.

Not saying a word to each other, just walking aimlessly like this, holding his two fingers, it feels good.The weather was bad and our hands were so cold. We stepped on the withered ground and heard the sound of the autumn maple cracking and the soft ginkgo flying down in a hurry.

My hands are still cold, and I haven't warmed them up, perhaps because of the autumn cold.We are about to break up, and when I talk about it, you will know that you are not romantic enough, and you will know that this kind of life will not touch me.I remember your female companion who hurried past in a foreign land, the beautiful dream you told about me, and I love to listen to the songs you sang for me.You remember that I liked a boy when I was 15 years old, remember that I asked you to stay far away and don’t bother you, remember asking for opinions after a strange summary of the news, I said, a little superficial.

At the crossroads, I hugged you tightly, some tears that didn't flow blurred my vision, I couldn't see your face clearly, Darling, I want to say goodbye, look at me again.

Do you know, how lucky I was to meet you when I was young, when you wanted to ask questions, you turned dark, your eyes sparkled, and I didn't give you room to answer.Or maybe, to a certain extent, I am your first love, which is even more pitiful.What is crazy is me, not this world, you are all good or bad, as long as you have your own happiness, I will be happy because of it.

For example, one day you realized your final dream and became a well-known scholar. At the light show, people talked about your achievements and clinked glasses with you.At that time, I will not only be happy because of your happiness, but also be proud of you. Although this is not the life I yearn for, this is the guy I liked before.

Darling, don't test me anymore, this heart door will be closed to you forever, I am such a bad girl, illusory, unrealistic, with many innocent fantasies, many worries, and you, will also be in an ordinary place The days traveled across the oceans to pursue a dream.You will become rich and handsome, and you will fall in love with beautiful and kind girls, maybe in a foreign country, you will find the love of your life, be safe, be happy, don’t be stubborn, there will be a lot of trouble.

Darling, turn around, don't look at me picking up leaves, I'm a little shy.I will miss every kiss, every loving look and bewilderment, the way you imitated my tone.

"Get up." I said.After blowing the lake wind for a long time, it was very cold, so I stood up and wanted to escape immediately.

"Let's sit down later, don't worry." Cyan said.

"Okay." I leaned lightly on my lover's shoulder, he looked at the lake, on the bench, in the tranquility, we enjoyed the moonlight like all ordinary lovers with a future.

In the shadows, Cyan's face was a little lonely, he didn't understand, he couldn't understand why he still had to leave after saying his best wishes, the moonlight made me see tears in his eyes.

What a beautiful scenery, under the moonlight, my lover, will you still remember my appearance when you travel far away in the future, Darling, there is no such beautiful autumn scenery anymore, you have become a part of autumn, Engraved in memory.

(End of this chapter)