I am now a very happy person, with a perfect family, a gentle and beautiful wife and a pair of smart children.
People usually look at me with envy. Now I am a superior person, with an enviable family and job. However, I don't know why I always feel that something is missing in my heart.
I once had amnesia.
It was one night many years ago that I lost my footing and fell into a deep stream in a very remote mountain. No one knew why I ended up there because I didn't have any relatives or friends there.
I was lucky. I fell so deep into a mountain stream and didn't die. Instead, I was rescued by a geological survey team that happened to be passing by. I lay in bed for two years and slowly recovered.
That experience left many indelible scars on my body, and a hideous scar on my forehead that required more than a dozen stitches, destroying my perfect face that people said only monsters can have.
Face.
My mother was a little concerned and kept saying that she would go to the best beautician in the world to remove the scar, but I never agreed.
In fact, I don't know what I am insisting on.
Maybe I'm mourning something related to that scar.
If you survive the catastrophe, you will be blessed later.
Without that experience, I might have become a gangster that everyone despises.
Because, according to my parents, before I lost my footing and fell into the mountain stream, I was a troubled boy. Instead of being the heir to a good business at home, I had to go to an inexplicable place and become a "me-only god on the road."
Fortunately, I later lost my memory and after lying there for two years, in the eyes of my parents, I was truly reborn.
Except for some quirks, I started to study hard like other teenagers of the same age. I got a double degree from the most famous business school in the world. After completing my studies, I returned to my family business and made it prosperous and successful.
He became a young legend praised by everyone in the business circle.
And my quirks are very inexplicable.
I don't allow anyone to wear my coat, not even my fiancée.
Also, I like to go to a stream with beautiful mountains and rivers on a dim starry night, light a bonfire, grill a few fresh fish, without adding any seasonings, just chew them carefully and taste them slowly.
Taste its most original taste.
Many years later, I have a gentle and beautiful wife.
I know, I like her.
Once when you were drunk, a friend asked you, do you love your wife?
I replied, I like her very much.
I don’t know why, I would only say to my wife, I like you very much, but I would never say I love you.
Maybe, I don't know what love is at all.
I don’t know why, but many times, I feel as if a piece of my heart is missing. The hearts in the paintings are all peach-shaped, and I always feel that my heart is a hole that cannot be filled with anything.
Hole.
What am I still missing?
Obviously in the eyes of the world, I am already the happiest person!
That year, my son was ten years old and my daughter was eight years old. My memories of my youth had recovered a little bit. Although they were very vague, I relied on those fragmented memories to travel to a very beautiful city, Yanhai City, with my wife and children.
When we got off the bus, it was already time for the neon lights to flash.
My wife and I were holding hands, I was holding my daughter, and my wife was holding our son, and we were walking on such a beautiful street. The bottomless pit-like heart in my chest was beating extremely hard.
We strolled on the beautiful streets for a long time. My son and daughter were hungry, so our family of four casually walked into a roadside Western restaurant.
The Western restaurant is very quiet, with neat and elegant tablecloths, graceful glass cups, high-end leather seats, a bright rose in a heart-shaped vase, and a pianist playing slow and melodious music. It is romantic and warm.
Atmosphere.
My wife, child, and I found a seat by the window and sat down, casually ordering some food, and were soon attracted by a sweet sound like silver bells.
"Mom and Dad, look there's a little brother and a little sister coming in over there, can we go play with them?" The childish voice was very excited.
I followed the voice and looked over. Sitting opposite me were a girl with pink makeup and a handsome boy. The two children were only one or two years apart. They were extremely sweet and cute.
Their parents had their backs to me and I couldn't see their faces, but I thought that the parents who could give birth to such beautiful girls must not be ordinary people.
"Well, go ahead, but first ask the little brother and sister politely if they want to play with you." The little girl's mother happily agreed to them. It can be heard that she dotes on her two daughters.
drown.
Of course, this is understandable. Anyone who has such a beautiful and lovely daughter will love her from the bottom of his heart.
The two children became even more excited, pushing their chairs and running towards me.
"Sit down, finish eating before you go, and don't disturb other people's meals." The father who had been silent until now spoke, his voice was cold and majestic, not angry or authoritative.
The two children were very afraid of their father's appearance. They wanted to come over and play with my children, but they were also afraid of their father's anger, so they stopped where they were, hesitating, their faces full of longing.
In fact, apart from my own wife and children, I am a person who is very difficult to get close to. However, for no reason, I like that pair of girls very much. I don’t know why, but there is something familiar to me between their eyebrows.
It made me feel a strange emotion in my heart.
"It doesn't matter, let them come and play. My children also like the excitement." I heard myself saying this. My wife and children were surprised by my enthusiasm and initiative.
Maybe out of politeness, I saw the couple who had been facing away from me stood up and then turned around to face us.
Then, the wine glass I had just picked up fell on the table, and the bright red blood-like liquid spread all over my clothes.
But, I didn't realize anything.
The moment I saw that young mother, I felt as if my heart, which had always been empty, had been stabbed hard by something sharp. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt sharply.
Then, I heard the young mother call my name, Nan Bingyu!
Then, I saw her beautiful big eyes filled with tears, and saw her trembling body throwing herself into the arms of the man next to her...
At that moment, I suddenly knew what I had been waiting for, what I was missing, what I was looking for all these years...
I remembered what I said to her before I lost my memory.
I once said that even if I die, I will never drink Meng Po soup, because I will always remember you and come back to haunt you in my next life!
The words are still in my ears.
However, unknowingly, fate has given me Meng Po soup once, and I have missed her forever and ever...
So, in an instant, my face burst into tears...
[When Xiaoxi finished writing this excerpt and looked back at it, I felt a sour feeling at the tip of my nose and in my heart.
Love is like this. The person you love is her, but the person she loves is him. When love goes away, the happiest thing is to forget.
However, I don’t know whether Nan Bingyu is happiest when he has forgotten the past, or whether he is happiest when he retrieves the memories of the past...
Tomorrow will be three short stories about Mu Hanfeng, Zuo Ling, Duan Lengyan’s daughter and Nan Bingyu’s son, so stay tuned.]
