[The green plums are crushed into dust, and the moon is coming to me]
She is my childhood friend.
"Other people's children" in Quan Wutong Lane.
Cool, restrained, life is as wrinkle-free as the suits in her wardrobe.
And me?
Frivolous, tough-tongued, riding a little electric donkey on a rampage.
What bothers me the most is people comparing me to her.
But no one knows——
The knee pads she gave me were "handy".
Stewed pear is "shunlu".
The pearl necklace she bought in Hong Kong was hidden in the deepest part of the drawer, saying, "I thought I couldn't give it away."
That night on the Bund, snow fell on her shoulders.
When she kissed me, her eyelashes were still stained with white.
I thought that no matter how difficult the road ahead was, it would still be difficult for me to feel excited at this moment.
Until she knelt before her mother.
Until my mother fell ill on the sofa and begged me with a pale face to "forget it".
Until the alley that had been walked for twenty years suddenly became too narrow to hide the heartbeats of the two girls.
I took off the necklace.
She returned the bookmark to me.
The hospital corridor was dazzled by incandescent lights.
I said to her, "Let's forget it."
She only replied with one word: "Okay."
That word is very light.
It was so light that I regretted it every day.
I regret not telling her, that "forget it" was the hardest thing I have ever said in my life.
—
"Are you waiting for me?"
"Wait."
I can wait for you as long as you want.
Waiting for you to regret it, waiting for you to look back, waiting for you to put that necklace back on your collarbone.
Wait for all the storm to pass, wait for you to finally dare to hold my hand and walk through that alley.
—
"Boyou."
"Huh?"
"I'm here to take you home."
——I put the dusty necklace you hid in the drawer back on.
The moon never stops for anyone.
But if she is willing, she can elope with you for the rest of her life.
Purpose: Crossing mountains and seas for love
