The gentle wind blew the sunlight into the room, filling it with light. The locust trees outside the window swayed, creating a long and narrow reflection.
I stood by the window and stretched out my plain white hands, trying to hold those shadows, but only some broken sunlight shone down from the leaves.
Looking at the empty palms, my heart suddenly felt empty and a little distressed, which made me feel a little inexplicably sad.
When I raised my head, the dazzling sunlight reflected my confusion - I had a car accident? I lay in the hospital for half a year? But why did I feel that it was a long, long time?
The sad melody of "soledad" in the CD is like a sad string, gently trembling in the sunny breeze.
I moved to the piano, touched the keys with my fingers, and felt unfamiliar for a moment. I closed my eyes, followed the feeling, and searched for the melody, and the familiarity returned to my fingertips.
When the music stopped, there was a "ding" sound, which made me open my eyes and look at the drop of transparent liquid on the keys in surprise - why should I cry?
"Linlin, are you worried?" She came back to her senses and saw her mother standing at the door holding medicine.
He quickly wiped his face and stood up, "No."
My mother came over, put down the things, and held my hand, "You are older, as long as you feel happy, your parents will no longer restrict you."
I leaned against my mother and asked, "Mom, did I really only stay in the hospital for half a year?"
My mother looked at me in surprise and reached out to touch my forehead, "What nonsense are you talking about? Do you want to sleep there longer?"
"I don't know why? I always feel like I've slept for a long time...and I seem to have lost something very important..."
After hearing this, my mother looked at me thoughtfully, turned around and handed me the medicine, saying, "Don't think too much, take good care of your body."
I nodded, took the medicine, drank it, leaned on the sofa, and didn't want to move anymore.
My mother got up and left. I closed my eyes and only heard a soft sigh.
What the carved door concealed was my mother's deep-thinking face, because when she was in a coma, she met an eminent monk who said: "The fate is like drifting, coming and going everywhere, it is the end, and it is also the fate. This woman
, I have a strange destiny, and everything depends on fate.”
In autumn in August, loneliness floats in the sky and sadness fills the air.
A thick layer of fog shrouded me, and I couldn't see the way ahead. I could only vaguely hear the sound of someone talking. I wanted to get closer, but my feet couldn't move. The mist gradually thinned, and I saw a person - a handsome man with silver hair and a sharp look in his eyes.
Sitting blankly by the blue water, staring at the horizon in a daze, as if waiting for something?
The sunshine shining on him could not dispel the loneliness.
"Lin'er, how long will you continue to play before you come back?"
"This flute has lost its soul. From now on it can only blow out loneliness. If you hear it, how about coming back?" He caressed the flute in his hand with a sad expression.
I wanted to reach out and smooth those painful wrinkles, saying, "You should smile." But I couldn't make a sound, and I couldn't get closer.
The sunny sky suddenly changed its appearance, and it started to rain lightly, but he just looked up at the sky, still sitting, letting the raindrops soak his clothes...
Suddenly, a man holding an umbrella appeared next to him and said, "Yichen, it's raining. I'll help you go back."
He raised his head and smiled, then turned to look at the horizon, "No, I want to wait for Lin'er here. If she leaves, she will be angry... I don't want her to be angry..."
My tears flowed down uncontrollably, and my heart ached like a suffocation - Yichen? Yichen? Yichen?
I suddenly opened my eyes, my eyes were wet with tears, and the lingering fear of heartache made me stunned for a while?
What a real dream - who is this man? Does he have anything to do with me?
Autumn is getting thicker, and the last leaf on the tree is flying into the distance with the autumn wind.
Autumn, a season that makes people nostalgic, brings a lot of vicissitudes of life, a lot of joy, and a lot of sadness...
But, who am I worried about and who am I sad for?
That dream has been going on since I woke up. It feels so familiar and lingers in my heart, but I can't remember it.
"Lin..." A long-lost voice sounded from behind.
"Zi Yang?" I turned around, a little surprised, but very calm, not as angry or unnatural as I imagined.
"I...I've been looking for you for a long time..." He whispered, "Shall we find a place to sit down?"
I raised my wrist and looked at the time. There was still an hour before rehearsal time, "Okay!"
The golden sunlight shines in through the glass, and time seems to be coated with a layer of gold, shining brightly.
The faint sound of music in the air is far away or close, making the room ethereal.
"you……"
"I……"
They spoke in unison and fell silent at the same time, making the scene a bit silly.
"I didn't expect you changed the flavor?" He looked at the coffee in my hand.
I took a sip and put down the cup, "People always change, sometimes it changes because of people, sometimes it changes because of things." I glanced at him and said, "Perhaps only after a thousand sails have passed can we truly find the right one.
My own..." As he said this, he suddenly felt a little melancholy in his heart. He looked sadly at the cup in his hand, what had happened to him?
"Don't you forgive me yet?" He looked at me and asked.
"Smile to be sad, cry to be strong... We are all right." I glanced at the woman sitting in front of the piano, with a calm face, "I just missed it, so don't stage the so-called joke for others."
."
Just as he was about to say something, a burst of music sounded, as if narrating a past:
If time, forget to transfer, forget to take something with you
Will you still stop at the day you said you loved me?
Then we have a home in a corner of the world
You said my chest would make you feel warm
If life has no regrets and no waves
Will you never have a day to say goodbye?
Maybe the young heart is too soft to withstand the wind and waves.
If I could go back to yesterday, I would compromise with myself...
There was a long silence, relatively speechless.
I stood up, picked up the violin, and waved to the waiter, "Please pay the bill."
A hint of pain flashed through his black pupils, but it could no longer hurt my heart. At this time, the waiter brought the order over and said, "I'll do it..."
I smiled at him and said, "This last date is when I pay homage to my lost love." I was surprised that I didn't feel any sadness at all when facing him.
As expected, my stay in the hospital for the past six months was not in vain...I didn't even say "goodbye", I left with a smile.
"Will we still be friends?" His erratic voice came from behind.
"No, because people who have hurt each other can no longer be friends..." He walked away with a relaxed pace, the breeze caressing his face, refreshing and natural.
A sentence comes to mind: Don't deliberately forget some people or things. To truly forget, there is no need to deliberately forget.
When one day you suddenly find that you don’t think of someone often, that’s when you truly let go...
I raised my head and exhaled, but I didn't notice a strange vehicle driving towards me.
When I reflected on it, there were only three words in my mind - another car accident!