As I finished my fifth bottle of beer, a heart-wrenching cry suddenly came from outside the window. I wasn't curious or frightened, because having lived by Erhai Lake for so long, this had become a normal occurrence for me.
Perhaps it's just too quiet by Erhai Lake, so some people abandoned by love come here to vent, to mourn, trying to bury their lost love on the shore. But they don't realize how desolate Erhai Lake will be at night, so desolate that they want to reach out and grab the person they've lost. Their pain is amplified on the shore, leading to these heart-wrenching scenes...
I walked to the window, pulled back the curtains, and saw a young man about my age kneeling on the floor, tearing at his heart with both hands. Tears mixed with snot and saliva streamed down his face, and he didn't have the strength to get up for a long time...
I really wanted to help him up, but I knew I shouldn't, because this was the most pathetic moment of his life. He wouldn't want anyone to see it, and he would never cry so heartbrokenly again... After this, he will either grow up quickly or fall even further into depravity!
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Much later, I finally remembered to light a cigarette for myself, and then, amidst the billowing smoke, I took a picture of his back with my phone.
I haven't posted anything on WeChat Moments in a long time, but right now, I'm posting something...
In my post, the young man is surrounded by almost everything in black and white, with only a sliver of moonlight falling on the sea beside him, casting a faint glow, just like the woman he can never love.
Feeling deeply sorry for him, I titled this photograph "Beloved"...
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I stubbed out my cigarette and lay back down on the bed. Even though I was looking at my phone, I couldn't seem to focus. It felt like I'd fallen into a giant black hole, where love was materialized, sometimes like a flower, sometimes like a sickle…
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I guess my friends don't think I'm a sentimental person, so when I posted such a sentimental update, everyone was very curious. Soon, I received more than a dozen comments, but I didn't want to reply to any of them.
Because I didn't post this to convey anything to anyone; I just wanted to remember this night and what I saw, so I temporarily turned off my WeChat Moments.
A minute later, I received a message from Yang Sisi, who asked me, "Why did you close your Moments?"
Five minutes later, Ye Zhi, who was completely different from Yang Sisi, sent me a message with a similar meaning: "Did you delete that post on WeChat Moments? Why can't I see it anymore?"
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