She asked him, one day, you will also leave this village.
But he answered her, no, I will not leave you.
Her heart trembled slightly and she didn't answer. Maybe she didn't notice that he didn't say "village" but "you". Maybe she noticed it, but she didn't say anything.
She just felt that they were very close and yet very far apart. There is always a shallow ditch that cannot be crossed.
He was still taken away abruptly by his father, which was not his intention. However, when he came back to see her, she was no longer the same as before.
He wanted to hug her and wipe the tears from her eyes. And she pushed away, she didn't need to.
He turned around and left, heartbroken and unable to cope.
She watched him leave, squatted down, and cried so hard that she couldn't face it.
She knew that maybe she would pass by him in this life.
He came back with his girlfriend, the girl she knew well.
They all grew up, smiled and greeted each other, stood together and looked at the scenery.
She asked him, will you leave again?
He was silent and didn't answer.
In the end, he left, and she just hoped that the two of them could live happily.
He came back single, still where they met. She held the child and looked at him.
She asked him, are you still leaving?
He shook his head, don't worry, I will never leave again.
They stood on the desolate graveyard where they had played together as children. Who knew whether their hearts were also desolate.
But she knew that she had no regrets in this youthful period.