[Or, in the next life, the next life... let me become an immortal. No longer just a few decades of life, I can also live forever like you, then... maybe the answer will be different. But it's too late, only when I face the hallucination, I dare to say it...]
If, if I were a little braver...
If I had lived longer...
Would you...
“Crash.”
His white hair hung down, his head was tilted, and before he could finish his words, there was silence.
My knees were filled with white papers, all falling to the ground.
The paper is filled with the unformed outline of a young man.
As if in response to her closing her eyes, the sound of the sea came from afar, and a silent meteor fell from the sky.
It was as if the daylight rolled in from the horizon, surging like waves.
An old lady in a large flowered jacket sat on an old bench, tightly holding the unfinished painting in her hand, and stopped breathing.
With a snap,
The ink spread, and the arm fell naturally. All the sounds echoing in the ears suddenly stopped.
The gossip of neighbors.
The sound of the black-sailed boats cutting through the waves on the water.
The sound of white birds singing on the eaves.
The last creak of an old chair.
The gentle sound of a tear falling to the ground.
The sound of a sewing machine pedal.
Decades of waiting and love.
A confession that you knew the answer to all along.
There will be no echo of the past.
Frost and snow covered the old man’s white hair.
The long sleep in the chair seems eternal.
The young man slowly squatted down and picked up the glass bottle on the ground. This was the glass bottle that Jiang Yin bought at the morning market a few days ago when she felt that her end was near. After a few days, the daisy at the mouth of the bottle had withered.
Then, he gently took out from his arms an identical glass bottle, with the daisies still fresh and tender. This was the glass bottle that Jiang Yin had left on the eaves decades ago, and he still kept the daisies in their original appearance.
Two glass bottles were slowly held in his hands. One flower was dead, and the other was as fresh as before.
A meteor fell from the sky, like a long streak in the daytime. His shadow was cast on the old lady with her eyes closed, blocking the street lights. Her eyes were closed, with a smile on her lips, as if she had finally found a long-lasting satisfaction.
He stayed there for a long time, until her body began to cool, until her fingers became stiff and the ink on the paper began to dry.
He held her hand tightly, and a light sigh came out of his throat.
[…Jiang Yin.] He looked at the messy papers on the ground: […You wrote it correctly, great.]
On the paper, the ink is smudged in large areas, but the small words in the corners are very clear.
That was his name that she had finally chosen after writing it countless times and pondering over it based on the syllables.
…
【Su Lin.】
[——The love of Jiang Yin’s life…friend.]
[You should be called, this name. ]
…
【If I guessed right. 】
[Then…]
【Praise me. 】
…
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
