Jiang Yi has said many things in his life.
When he was dividing subjects in high school, he turned his pen and said, "I want to be a drug police officer." His tone was normal, as if he was just saying something he had thought about for a long time. On a rainy day during evening self-study, he stood under the streetlight holding an umbrella and said, "Come here, I'll hold it for you." The umbrella was crooked, his left shoulder was soaked, and her right shoulder was dry.
Later they got together. The days in college are like a youth movie with added filters. He still looks like he is laughing, laughing loudly, and his eyes are so bright, it seems that the sky can be used as a quilt to cover him. Meng Yue thought they would continue like this.
Until the fall of his senior year, he said something.
"Meng Yue, I'm tired of it, let's break up."
He leaned on the edge of the balcony, his tone as calm as if he was talking about the weather. Meng Yue looked at him, trying to find any trace of wavering in those eyes. No. She didn't cry or make a fuss, she turned around and left. She didn't know that after she left, he stood on the balcony for a long time. The cigarette in his hand burned to the end and burned his fingers before he came back to his senses.
She believed it. Been a believer for many years. Later, she graduated, got a job, got married, and lived an ordinary and stable life. Only on some evenings when it rains slightly, she will suddenly think of a crooked umbrella, and then silently close the curtains.
Until a long time later, someone handed her an old photo. She secretly took a photo of him when he was in high school, wearing a white shirt and a crooked bow tie, and the sun made the side of his face shine. She turned to the back and saw a line of faded words, which was his handwriting, written in a hurry.
"If I can't come back, help me lie to her for the rest of my life."
She stared at the line of words for a long, long time.
It turned out that on the day they broke up, he had just taken on the most dangerous task. It turned out that what he said "tired of" was the only lie he had ever told her in his life. It turned out that he hid all his tenderness in the cruelest words, then turned around and walked alone into the dusk on the border.
And she lived her life peacefully.
Don't know anything.
Motto: "Some people's glory is always hidden in secrets"
"She didn't know until she died that that umbrella had been tilted for her all her life."