Leaving Home

In a small and isolated hometown town, two teenagers cling to each other, holding on to each other as their only solace in the dull and depressing days. They quietly made a promise to stay together until the future becomes clear. One person did not want to die trapped in a small small town, he wanted to go abroad and decided to leave his hometown to make a living. He thought that as long as he stood firm, he could go back and fulfill his promise; the other person chose to stay in his hometown, guarding the streets and alleys that carried all the memories of the two of them, and spent a long time waiting quietly. There was no bitter cry when parting, just a far-off return date, which became a knot that tied the two of them for many years. The life of making a living in a foreign land is full of bumps and turbulence, and the burden of making a living can be overwhelming. Thousands of miles of distance lie in the middle, communication becomes intermittent, misunderstandings that have no time to explain, grievances that have no place to express, and increasingly disparate life situations, gradually erode the once passionate heart. After the quarrel, there was a long cold war. The two people clearly still missed each other, but they could no longer find a suitable posture to get close to each other. They slowly broke off the contact, buried their youthful feelings deep in their hearts, and gradually drifted apart in a tacit understanding. Those who stayed behind slowly ran out of expectations in the waiting day after day. Long-term loneliness and lingering regrets continue to corrode the body, and cancer quietly comes to the door. He didn't want to tell people far away about his illness, and he didn't want to be a burden to them. He had to bear all the torture of chemotherapy and the unbearable pain late at night alone. He survived despair alone and accepted death alone. From beginning to end, he did not ask for help. He ended quietly in his hometown and left the world quietly. People who have been wandering abroad for many years, their edges and corners smoothed by the world, finally let go of all obsessions and set out on their way home. With the thought of making up for his regrets, he imagined countless reunion scenes, but what he waited for was the sad news that we would be separated forever. The wind in the cemetery was bleak, and those who had returned sat alone in front of the cold tombstone, feeling lost for a long time. Trivial memories of the past surged forward, and those unspoken reconciliations, promises that were too late to be fulfilled, and guilt that had been accumulated for several years had nowhere to be delivered. The scenery of the town was the same as before, and the cycle of seasons continued as usual, but the person who was waiting for him on his way home was always waiting. He fled from his hometown across thousands of mountains and rivers, and rushed back across thousands of mountains and rivers. He spent his whole life chasing his return, and in the end only a handful of loess was left, a regret that would never turn around. Intention: After returning to my hometown after wandering, I can only look at the tombstone of my old friend.