Chapter 195
He once said: There are countless mountains, and the red color is like blood. I can’t remember the way I came.
She said to him: The past cannot be retrieved, but the future can be remembered.
He didn't have the heart to tell her that there couldn't be anyone coming.
He knew that she was leaving in those days, and was afraid that she would be reluctant to leave, so he deliberately did not go back for two days.
She called him in the evening to say that she had not returned yet. Although he had known about it for a long time, he felt as if his heart had been taken away, and the pain of having his heart taken away was even more intense.
When I came back a few days later, everything was the same as before, but my mood was completely different. I used to come back whenever I had time, but now I don't dare. Seeing the things she left behind, I realized that everything has changed.
In fact, he also held on to a fantasy that he knew was impossible, that maybe she would regret it and come back. He would go back a few days later to give her time to make up an excuse.
He was a little sad that she had only written those few words, but she had left behind quite a few things.
I knitted six sweaters, three with sleeves and three woolen waistcoats.
He thought to himself why bother to weave so much, he wouldn't be able to wear all of it until he died.
Among the other items were two oil paintings, both of him, though I didn't know when they were painted. There was also a stack of watercolor postcards, showing some of the family's past. Like the pure white house, the jasmine flowers in the vase, her leopard-skin coat. There were also several white handkerchiefs, one corner embroidered with a white orchid and a white kitten's paw.
He knew that she also hoped that he would not forget her.
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