Some people fall apart as they walk, and some things fade away as soon as they are thought about. But there are some words that I have been holding back for ten years, but I still want to say them out after all. Not for the sake of being heard by anyone, but just to be worthy of the self who worked so hard back then.
My name is Lin Bei, born in 1988, from Beijing. I am writing this today because I came across the news about Zhou Nian's marriage in Moments the day before yesterday. In the nine refined pictures, she is wearing a white wedding dress and smiling dignifiedly. Standing next to her is a man I have never seen before. He is quite decent-looking and wears gold-rimmed glasses. At first glance, he looks like the kind of man who will give her a stable life.
I looked at that photo for a long time. Then he turned off his phone and poured himself a glass of wine.
Outside the window, it was a late autumn night in Beijing. The wind was not strong, but it was cool. I suddenly remembered that on the day of my high school graduation, she stood under the old locust tree in front of the school, with the backlight, her hair a little messy in the wind, and smiled at me and said: "Lin Bei, no matter where we are from now on, we will spend the Mid-Autumn Festival together every year."
When we were eighteen years old, we felt that the future was a vast wilderness where anything could happen. We don't know that some promises are true when they are made, but they are also true when they are not fulfilled.
We have never spent any Mid-Autumn Festival together.
