Sadness begins with your name

Chapter 1 Introduction A tattoo engraved for ten years
In Vancouver, the four seasons are not always so distinct.

It wasn't until November that there were a few yellow leaves floating on the trees. Some people said that this is a city that doesn't understand sorrow.

Bosha ate stewed stew under the noisy and warm lights in Chinatown. She ate eight skewers of hot spicy fish balls in one go. Cleaned the corners of the mouth and the oil stains on the hands, paid the bill, got up and left.

Now she looks a bit laid-back. The half-worn army green windbreaker was brought from China three years ago, and the cuffs are balled up and she is reluctant to throw it away.I don't know when, nostalgia has become an addiction that Baosha can't quit.

When the cool breeze picked up, she hugged her arms tightly, imagining Andy's strong hands around her shoulders.But still feeling cold, in the dimly lit streets of a foreign country, Bao Sha knows that the feeling she has been trying to get rid of for the past three years is called loneliness.

Back on Brown Street, the windows on the fourth floor where she lived were dimly lit, and Andy's tall figure was walking back and forth in front of the window, and the thin sand curled his lips into a smile: that kind and old-fashioned German man is preparing banana dinner again.

"Dingling, dingling" A bicycle passed by behind, a handsome blond boy with flying clothes, a girl in the back seat exaggeratedly and brilliantly smiling, her red skirt fluttering in the youthful night.

What a wonderful youth, she also had it, but under the erosion of time, it flowed away without nostalgia.Bao Sha stepped aside to get out of the way, smiling, thinking about it, his eyes slowly became moist.

She thought of distant China, in Beijing where pigeon whistles were ringing, the man she had loved with all her youth and tears, was he all right?Is he still young, is he embracing a beautiful woman now, and will he be like her, missing each other silently and for a long time in some quiet nights where the cool breeze is blowing.

Lin Beifeng, do you know that I miss you very much.

Thin Sand wiped away the tears that just fell, tried to squeeze out a smile, and went upstairs to go home.

The black iron door felt depressing, and as soon as Bao Sha took out the key, the door opened. Even though the tall man was cooking, he was still well-dressed, and a pair of light brown eyes stared at her displeasedly on his sharp-edged face.

"Sha, you're 8 minutes and 31 seconds late again." Andy spoke Chinese bluntly, with a cold expression. The strict German has tolerated his wife being late or returning late countless times.

In the past, Bao Sha would have acted coquettishly and pounced on Andy for a while, but today, she felt extremely tired.

"Sorry." Looking at the table, as usual, there is a banana salad that does not arouse one's appetite.She touched her swollen and sore stomach, and said lightly, "I've eaten outside, you can eat it yourself."

Turning back to the bedroom and closing the door with a bang, Bao Sha didn't look to see if Andy's expression changed.She threw herself on the bed, burying her face in the quilt.She was bored until she was about to suffocate before she raised her head, and suddenly, she noticed something strange.The walls covered with light green patterns are empty, and there are no old photos that have been hung for many years, only groups of mottled light marks remain.This emptiness and imprint suddenly emptied my heart.

"Andy!" Bao Sha screamed, and suddenly frantically rummaged around the room.Sheets, pillows, and cosmetics on the dressing table were thrown all over the floor by her.

Andy rushed in, the expression on his face gradually changed from shock at the beginning to calm, indifferent, and cold, and finally he stood at the door, like a stone pile that cannot be blown by wind or rain.

"Where's the photo! Where's my photo?" Bao Sha yelled, jumped up and grabbed Andy's cuff and shook him desperately: "Why do you touch my things, you give me back my photo, give me back!"

The man remained motionless, letting her beat and scream.Turning his head and looking out the window, the city of Vancouver was blurred and attractive at night, he thought: so what if he married her, this woman, he couldn't keep it after all.

"Sand. Isn't it just a few old photos? I put them away for you." He suddenly moved the corners of his thin lips and smiled: "I hate the words you wrote on the back of each photo."

In particular, the three most frequently occurring Chinese characters.

"Give it to me." Bao Sha moaned weakly, her eyes were misty and pitiful: "Andy..." She grabbed him, but he pushed her away, then turned around coldly.

"impossible!"

"No..." Bao Sha hugged Andy from behind, "You are my husband, how could you do this to me?"

I used to think that those photos, those old images were left only for occasional comfort and miss, but now that they suddenly disappeared, I realized that they were not memories, but an inseparable connection of flesh and blood in life.

Warm breath and tears wet the man's back, and Bosha's trembling and helpless voice tore Andy's heart.

"Can you give him back to me, please?" The despondency in Andy finally broke the rationality that Andy was trying to restrain. He turned around and hugged her waist, and suddenly hugged her head and kissed her hard.

The raging kiss was tossing and frantic, Bao Sha couldn't bear to sob and flinch, but he didn't care, discarding the past gentleness and restraint, pushed her hard onto the spacious bed, and pressed her down heavily.

There was a crisp chirping sound, and Baosha felt a chill on her back. After taking off the windbreaker, only the white shirt left was roughly torn by his big hands, and her shoulders were exposed to the air. She screamed, but Unable to escape, the German's strong body held her tightly in his arms, and Andy held her shoulders, panting: "Sand, I hate cheating!"

Frustration, anger, and helplessness shone in his eyes.From picking up the poor girl at the Vancouver airport three years ago, to spending these three years with each other, Andy thought that maybe he could take her through life.

Bao Sha struggled feebly, as if falling into a bottomless black vortex, as if returning to a few years ago, when she witnessed that naked betrayal with her own eyes, her consciousness was lax and her heart was broken.

There was a sudden dull pain in the shoulder, and Baosha grunted, and opened his eyes lazily. It was a man who buried his head and bit her right shoulder blade. It was hot and humid, whether it was tears or sweat, and it slipped drop by drop on the light blue, clear, engraved Ten years of tattoos.

Ten years ago, the tattoo master named Ajuan on the street was really good. She tattooed a person's name into a blue butterfly, which flew like flying on Baosha's shoulder for ten years.But in the past ten years, lovesickness has rotted every night, and fingers brushed his shoulders. It seems that this is the only way to retain a trace of his relationship.

And that night, when the man who kindly took her in for three years finally found out that the beautiful butterfly on the shoulder of the woman he loved was the name of another man, he was crushed. Erase completely.

Everything, from the bottom of their hearts, is self-evident.

At dawn, the tears that Baosha had been shedding quietly finally dried up, and when he opened his eyes, the man was no longer there.The empty room was filled with morning light, she got up and stood in front of the mirror, the scarred shoulders and neck were filled with the sadness and frenzy of last night.

There was an agreement on the table, and Andy's handwriting was flying around in a mess: the marriage was dissolved, and they broke up peacefully.

The yellow leaves are flying outside the window, and the westerly wind withers the green trees all night.

Andy went to the construction site to continue working, while Baosha called the airline and booked a ticket back home.

Lin Beifeng, if I go back to the original place of love, will you still be there?
(End of this chapter)