Old things in the south

Chapter 63 Towards the Light
How long will we go for a walk like this?You have your warm family, and I have my bright future.

Our first walk was by chance, you should remember, walk casually, talk casually, cross the bridge, you return to your warm home, and I return to my lonely dormitory.One day, after walking all the way to the end of the bridge, your story has not been finished yet, and you want me to walk back and forth on the bridge to finish listening to it, and I readily agree.From then on, we often walked back and forth on the bridge like this.Listen to your words, time and road must be stretched, our time falls from dusk to darkness, our road stretches from bridge to embankment.

Sometimes, we don’t know how long the darkness will be, and you look at your wrist and say, “Oh, it’s time to go home!” I also say, “Yes, my wife is still waiting for your meal!”

We all laughed.Your smile is apologetic, your eyes apologize to me, your heart begs her for forgiveness.You said: "See you tomorrow!" How many times have I wanted to tell you "I won't see you tomorrow again", but I swallowed the words because I was greedy for the joy of walking with you after tomorrow evening.You said "see you tomorrow" so naturally, no one can refuse when it's their turn.

I walked across the bridge alone with a smile on my lips, because I laughed at you for having so many interesting conversations.

Back in the dormitory, there is a cold meal in the dormitory waiting for the return of the lonely single hostess under the veil.I was eating cold rice soaked in boiling water (more than once!) as if I saw you back to that warm home... You have three children, the youngest should be asleep, the second one can't open his eyes, and the older one can barely Struggling on the desk.Your family should have had a lonely time before the master came back.When you come back, there is immediate commotion in the house, which brings joy and comfort to your family.Your wife is in a hurry to cook hot dishes for you, your eldest child is looking for slippers for your father, and your second child can't wait to ride on your neck.At this time, although it is cold and dark outside, it is warm and bright inside.In that moment of bliss, you completely forgot about your walk just now. ... I thought of this, swallowed a cold meal, and my heart was full of melancholy.

How many times have we stopped in the middle of the bridge, facing the afterglow of the setting sun, the red half of the sky is reflected on your face, I have also put many question marks on your glorious face, I want to ask, how do you feel about it? What kind of thoughts do we have for such a walk?I want to ask, when are we going to say goodbye to this life of walking?Your jokes are bright and funny, sometimes we have to break up, you can still stand by the bridge and talk and laugh for a while, you must always satisfy the person who listens to you, and make her eagerly look forward to seeing you after tomorrow evening ?But what is the result of all this?As you said, your wife is virtuous and wise, your children are well-behaved and clever, and you are the greatest figure in your family.I believe in you, if you become my husband, you will also be an eternal hero in my heart, and I will rely on you for life.But this happiness has already been given to your wife by God.

Every evening, no matter in the wind, rain or fog, we meet by the bridge.Sometimes we lie on the side of the bridge and listen to the murmur of the flowing water. Our reflections tremble funny in the water. We point and talk and laugh. What do people passing by think of you and me?The fruit seller by the bridge, seeing us walking in the rain for countless times, would think, who are you to me?You are a frank and open person, as are your interesting conversations.Our conversation could have been made public in front of anyone, and half of it was about your lovely family, and the other half was about the trivial things of the world.In many of your conversations, I seem to have entered your family and shared her happiness.When you said that you often held the eight-month-old third child in your strong palm, I was afraid that he would fall down, as if he wanted to take the child from your hands.I have also imagined the scene of your family traveling, the eldest and the second child are running and jumping in front, and it is me who is pushing the small car of the third child. When I woke up from the confusion, I realized that I was just standing in the middle of the bridge talking to you. I felt lost and scolded myself for being ridiculously dreamy.You thought I was tired, and you said "see you tomorrow" again!

See you tomorrow, see you tomorrow, how many see you tomorrow?

It's hard to say "I won't see you tomorrow" in person, but I finally have to write "no" here, you won't be offended, will you?

Say goodbye to our walks, and when I pass by that bridge in the future, I will hurry past with my head bowed like before.At the beginning, I think I will not get used to it, I will look for something as if I have lost something; I will think of your words and smiles on the bridge; I will think of our relationship. What an extraordinary friendship; I would even think, what kind of man is he who really belongs to me in the future?Does he have as much fun as you do?Have a bright joke like yours?
Thanks for this walk of friendship, it introduced me to a lovely man, and a man like you is the standard of what I am looking for.Maybe one day we will meet again on the street by chance, then why not talk to each other like close friends, but now we should break up, because you should go back to your warm family, and I should run to my light the future.

(End of this chapter)