Chapter 253: Falling in love with someone you shouldn't love
Many things are not what I can do if I think about them. Many things are not what I can get if I want them. Many people are not what I can keep if I keep them. You are like the sunshine between my fingers, warm and beautiful.
, but I can never catch it. I am walking in the desert of love and have lost the way I came from; I can only forget the scenery along the way. No more struggle, no more entanglement, I am fine alone. Time is like water,
Always speechless.
This winter is extremely cold, making people lazy.
I'm too lazy to step out of the house, too lazy to get up, even too lazy to eat or breathe.
This kind of slowed down life made me suddenly understand a truth.
No love, no flowers, no books, no music, no movies, no hobbies, no friends, no pets, no bad habits, no things to yearn for, no dreams to chase, no people I miss or like, and even no hope.
People can still live. However, it is these seemingly small things that construct the happiness and sadness of our lives; there are some things that are larger than life.
The big one who stays at home every day.
Take the computer, organize your thoughts, and post them on Weibo.
My Weibo is still not very popular.
All my former friends have evaporated into the air like water droplets and disappeared without a trace.
Suddenly, QQ prompted someone to comment on my Weibo.
I clicked to view.
It is a netizen named Struggling Bubble in the Sea.
The avatar is a blue sea, and there is a string of lonely footprints on the beach. It is very special because the footprints lead to the sea.
Comment on the struggling foam in the sea: Are you lonely?
I was startled and replied: Why do you ask that?
Struggling bubbles in the sea: Because your Weibo posts are very sad. That’s why I asked, are you lonely?
I laughed at her understanding: I am not lonely, I am just used to writing sad words.
Struggling foam in the sea: I think you must be a very beautiful woman. Just like a flower.
I laughed and replied: How can you see that? I am actually very ugly. Sentimental women are also very ugly, with wrinkles all over their faces.
Struggling foam in the sea: Wrinkles? How could it be? I think your eyes must be the most beautiful, because they always shed tears, so they must be the most beautiful.
I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were bloodshot and had dark bags, and they were open sadly.
Typing on the keyboard skillfully: You are wrong, I am ugly. I am the ugliest existence in the world. Therefore, if there is an afterlife, I do not want to be a human again.
Struggling foam in the sea: What do you want to do?
When will we meet again when the flowers bloom: Just like the poem written by San Mao, if there is an afterlife, I will be a tree and stand for eternity without a sad posture: half peaceful in the dust, half flying in the air; half scattered
Shady and cool, half bathed in sunshine. Very silent and very proud, never relying on or searching. What about you? What do you want to do in your next life?
Struggling foam in the sea: In my next life, I want to be a fish.
I thought for a long time in confusion, and finally asked her: Fish? Why?
Struggling foam in the sea: Because someone once told me that the memory of a fish is only 7 seconds. After 7 seconds, it will not remember the past and everything will become new again. So, in that small fish tank, it
I will never feel bored, because as soon as 7 seconds pass, every place I swim becomes a new world. How I want to be like a fish, I will completely forget it after 7 seconds. Whether it is happiness or sadness
All the happiness and pain are forgotten, and let yourself live happily and purely like a newborn baby.
When will we see you again when the flowers bloom: Do you think the fish’s short memory is happiness? Maybe forgetting is happiness, but if you don’t remember it, then it can really only be called sadness, because it will be discarded by the world, just like,
It will not remember this world, and this world will not remember it. Is this okay? Is it okay to be forgotten by the whole world?
The foam in the sea never replied to me. I waited for a long time and there was no news.
Looking at the ceiling in a rogue manner, I realized that time could also be spent like this.
Recalling the past bit by bit, tears gradually blurred in my eyes. Finally, as the tears spread, they evaporated into the pores and into the moist air. I stretched out my hand and let the snowflakes outside the window fall on the palm of my hand. It was instantly cold.
, then disappeared little by little. The sad laughter echoed in the snow in the night sky. There was no echo, no response, and I realized that in the end, no one missed me. This is a loneliness that is even sadder than loneliness.
Friends, lovers, and family members have all lost their original identity in the smoke and dust of life. Before I knew it, I was all alone!
I curled up in bed, feeling sleepy and tired, and wanted to just sleep.
But I'm afraid of being frozen to death. This home is too cold. It's so cold that even my breath can freeze.
I curled up tightly into a ball, trying to retain my own body temperature. The moment I hugged myself, I realized that I was already cold and shaped like a corpse.
Suddenly, the laptop's message notification sounded.
In the empty house, that flat and indifferent tone rolled towards my ears.
Click on the message.
Struggling foam in the sea: Do you know what is the greatest sorrow in the world? It is falling in love with someone you shouldn't love...
I really want to reply to her.
However, my hands were shaking when I put them on the keyboard and I couldn't type. In the end, I had to give up.
Just like that, I looked at the few simple but sad dialogues on the screen. They were like two souls that were also bound by chains, telling each other their own difficulties in vague words, but they could only feel their own pain.
Only I understand my pain. I always like to think of the time I spent with him in such a lonely night. What I gained, owned, and lost, it feels like a dream. In fact, I am very afraid of late at night, and I will
There is an endless loneliness that attacks me, but with him by my side, I am not afraid of loneliness; and now, I like late night again, because only when the surroundings are dark, I and my tears are safe.