It turns out that wishes spoken out loud really don't work...

She left.

He left behind my memories and left without hesitation.

The back view of leaving was very cool.

The moment the plane took off, an inappropriate song came from the shop next to it:

[When a gust of wind blows, the kite flies into the sky

Pray, bless and be moved for you

Finally, your figure disappeared at the end of the crowd

I just realized that crying while laughing is the most painful

If I fall in love with your smile

How to collect and own

If you are happy not for me

Will letting go actually be the true possession?

The happiness of contentment makes me endure the heartache

The joy of contentment allows me to endure heartache]

Yes, I should be content. I have had her for five years. During these five years, I was happy and she was miserable.

Now, I let her go.

Well, well... forget about me, forget all this, and live a good life.

Live well without me.

As for the divorce agreement that she was thinking about so much, I didn't sign it. I stubbornly believed that as long as I didn't sign it, we would still be husband and wife.

And to live my life as husband and wife is my only wish in this life.

Letting me spend the rest of my life guarding our memories alone can be considered as my atonement for my father.

…

It was only after she passed away that I realized that missing someone could really become a disease. Missing someone so much that you would vomit until you were dizzy and even vomited blood.

I want to see you but can’t, so I can only turn my longing into clusters of fireworks rising in the sky.

That is our exclusive memory.

So I bought some fireworks and set them off whenever I missed her. But I set off too many and they were gone in a few days.

I was going to use all the remaining money to buy fireworks, but the amount was too high and people thought I was buying them. I said I just wanted to prepare a gift for my wife.

Finally, the boss suggested that I buy shares so that I could get a lot of dividends every year.

I agreed, but with one requirement: I had to be provided with a batch of the best fireworks every month.

The boss agreed.

So I had the capital to think about her.

Later, I couldn't bear it anymore, so I flew to the United States and set off fireworks for her in her city, a fireworks show that was dedicated to her.

I don’t know if she saw it.

After I got back, I felt better and built a small house next to the land I had bought before. Although it was small, it had everything I needed.

I use that piece of land to grow flowers, sunflowers and baby's breath.

To be honest, these two kinds of flowers are easy to grow separately, but it is not easy for them to survive when grown together on the same piece of land.

Sunflower is not cold-resistant, and the temperature suitable for its germination and growth is 31-37 degrees Celsius. Because it is very afraid of cold weather, the lowest breeding temperature cannot be lower than 10 degrees Celsius, otherwise it will be difficult for it to grow normally.

The suitable temperature for baby's breath is between 10 and 25℃. If the temperature exceeds 30℃, it is easy to grow deformed flowers.

I put a lot of effort into raising them, and fortunately, after failing countless times, they finally sprouted.

I go to the US once a month, and every time I go there's a huge fireworks show. People there think I'm doing a promotion, but I laugh and shake my head, saying it's for my wife.

As time went by, the sunflowers and baby's breath, which originally could not live in the same field, grew better and better.

Looking at that beautiful scenery, I really want to pull someone over and say, "Look! These two things were originally incompatible, but now, after overcoming numerous difficulties, they have become one."

Many years later, I used the dividend money to adopt a child.

I met him on my way back from the United States. He was only seven years old at the time. He kept following me after seeing me. I thought he was lost, but he said he was an orphan...

orphan……

My heart still twitched violently when I heard these two words.

His parents died unexpectedly, leaving him alone.

I thought of her...

So I went through a lot of trouble to keep him by my side.

Gave him a name - Nian Yan.

Later, Nianyan grew up and got a girlfriend named Sifan.

Is this... a coincidence?

I shook my head.

The warm winter sun shone on the rocking chair. I was rocking in the rocking chair, watching the two children playing and fighting, and tears welled up in my eyes.

I seemed to see our youth, and the scenes played in my mind like a revolving lantern, from our first encounter to our departure...

I closed my eyes, my eyelashes trembled slightly, wet...

After hearing Nianyan tell Sifan about the flower language of sunflowers and baby's breath, I finally opened my eyes. As if waking from a dream, my cloudy eyes gradually began to shine. I stared at the sea of ​​flowers for a long time, a stiff and painful smile spreading across my face.

turn out to be……

It turns out she has never changed...

No wonder she let me slowly discover it myself. It turns out...

After many years, I set out on that road again.

I habitually sit on the left side of the chair, leaving the right side empty.

Because of her I became left-handed, but that person is no longer on my right.

I was reminiscing about the past as usual when a voice interrupted me.

I looked up, and suddenly I seemed to see her...

I think this is impossible. She should be in the United States now, maybe married and have children...

But that person was clearly smiling, why were the corners of his eyes red...

The woman sat down on the right.

She interrupted my reminiscence and I began to admire the sunset.

The sunset is so beautiful...

Suddenly, there was a sound of "Dangdangdang" in my ears...

Suddenly, my breathing stopped and a feeling of suffocation surrounded me from the inside out.

All the past events came to me like a tide. I couldn't believe it for a moment. I turned my head stiffly. She looked at me and smiled, then pulled up her sleeves and made three "dang dang dang" sounds.

Tears flowed down my face.

I never expected that there would be a day when that ring and that red rope would appear in front of me again, so close.

With tears in my eyes and a dry mouth trembling, I looked at her with a face full of grievance. Tears streamed down my cheeks, but I still said openly, "Sir, I think I've seen you somewhere before?"

Two lines of hot tears rolled down his cheeks, and his eyes were red and swollen with tears.

Fortunately, fortunately...

At the end of life, you come back.

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