The moment I turned around, I lowered my head and bit my lip, trying hard not to let the tears fall, because this turn might last a lifetime.

The moment the plane took off, I couldn't hold it anymore.

I didn't do that project.

Because of one sentence.

He said, "Because I love him too much and want to live a good life, I want to forget him?"

I nodded.

"Then are you willing to give it up?"

I was stunned.

He added, "If you forget, he will have to live his whole life with your memories."

If I forget, he'll have to live his whole life with our memories...

I repeated this sentence.

A person lives his life with memories...

Those beautiful memories were like poison that was injected into the body, making it hard to forget them. When night fell, they should have sat on the balcony, enjoying the breeze, watching the moon, and drinking, but he was alone. On a night of thunder and lightning, they should have clung to sleep, but he was left alone, guarding the lonely night and waiting for the rain to stop.

The most painful thing is to keep the memories of two people by yourself.

No, I can't do this. I can't let him suffer alone. I have to suffer more than him. Maybe this way I will feel better.

I decided not to do it anymore. Those memories are so beautiful that they are enough to help me withstand the long years.

So, I readjusted my state, and restored myself to my former self as if I had finished the project, and jumped out under the gaze of everyone, including him.

That fool thought I wouldn't be able to see him if he hid in the corner. I love you so much, how could he not notice?

So before I left, I hugged Xia Xia on purpose, but my eyes lingered on the corner. I wanted to imprint your appearance deeply in my mind, and I think you feel the same way.

I stretched out my arm and waved goodbye. I saw you say goodbye too.

Back in the United States, I thought about you all the time. Every time I thought about you, I would pick up a paintbrush and paint a picture. Before long, my empty house was filled with your portraits. With them, it felt like you were right next to me.

Forty years have passed in a flash, and I still paint a picture every day. I paint the person in the years according to my expectations, and I don’t know what the person in the painting looks like in reality.

Over the years, every time it was his birthday, I would anonymously give him a card with only one sentence on it: "I wish you happiness for the rest of your life." In fact, I would also prepare other gifts for him, but he would only get a card. I kept all these gifts in my room.

As for me, after years of baptism, I have become an old woman with white hair. The adopted child has also graduated from college. She said she has a boyfriend and wants to take me to see him. I really don’t know if it is a coincidence or fate, but I have returned to that place full of love, hate and hatred.

I was strolling around the land in my memory when my child sent me a video. In the video, she and the boy were sweetly enjoying the sea of ​​flowers consisting of only sunflowers and baby's breath.

Of course, my breath almost stopped when I saw the sea of ​​flowers, but I didn’t dare to think too much about it.

Seeing how happy they were, I also smiled happily, but a person appeared in the last scene of the video, and my heart, which had finally calmed down, was once again stirred up. Wasn’t that person the one in my painting?

I took out my phone and watched the video carefully. I laughed at him. He was old and had wrinkles on his face, but his eyes hadn't changed. They were still the same peach blossom eyes that I saw when I first met him. Now there was more vicissitudes of life and indifference accumulated over the years in his eyes. I guess after so long, he should have grown up long ago. Thinking of this, I couldn't help feeling a little lost.

It’s better to come out, it’s better to come out, let me bear all this by myself, just consider it my punishment.

Before I knew it, I had reached that spot – a park bench.

It is filled with our memories, dates, laughter, quarrels, anger, one by one, all flooded into my mind, and before I knew it, tears were already filling my eyes.

I kept the memories and wiped away my tears. I saw a person sitting there with gray hair. He must be about my age. Looking at his back, I felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

The man sat quietly, gazing at the horizon. I remembered that he also liked to sit here and wait for the sunset. Later, he liked to pull me to sit here and watch the sunset and dusk.

The sunset was so beautiful at that time that I didn't even notice it was almost dusk.

I walked forward silently, intending to sit there and enjoy the beautiful sunset. Just as I got to the man, I was startled and almost fell to the ground.

Because I saw that face in the video, the face that filled my house, the face I had been thinking about for forty years...

He sat on the right side of the chair just like forty years ago, the only difference was that forty years ago there was someone on his right side with him, but now, he was alone.

He just sat there with his eyes closed, but a tear streak flowed from the corner of his eye. He must have been thinking about something again. I wonder if he still remembers me...

I took a deep breath, wiped away my tears, straightened my clothes, smoothed my hair, mustered my courage, raised the corners of my mouth, smiled at him and said, "Hello, is anyone here?"

After hearing my voice, he raised his eyelids. The moment he saw me, I felt that his body was obviously stunned and his eyes were obviously dazed for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal.

Did he recognize me?

When I was confused, he said calmly, "No one here, please sit down."

I knew he didn't recognize me.

I haven't seen you for forty years. Just wait and see how I'm going to deal with you.

So I sat down and watched the sunset with him, a sunset that was forty years late.

Seeing that he was engrossed in watching, I quietly knocked on the chair three times, making a "dang dang dang" sound. I turned my head to see his reaction.

Sure enough, he was stunned for a moment and his body was shaking a little. I quickly turned my head and pretended nothing had happened and continued to watch the sunset.

While he was stunned and under his burning gaze, I rolled up my sleeves, knocked three more times, then turned around and looked at him with a smile.

He looked at my hands, then looked at me, and instantly burst into tears.

For the past forty years, I have been seeing him in my dreams, and sometimes he doesn't come because he is in a bad mood.

This is the first time, the first time in forty years, that I have been so close to him, so close that I can see his wrinkles, see myself in his eyes, hear his heartbeat, and feel his breath. This is something I have not dared to hope for in these forty years, and now, he is right in front of me, less than a foot away.

"Sir, I think I've seen you somewhere before?"

He laughed, and then he cried while laughing.