Man Under the Moonlight By: Xiaoyu

Man under the moonlight by: Xiaoyu I stood in front of the window and stared out of the window through the gap in the curtains. In the back garden is a cherry blossom tree in full bloom. A man stands under the cherry blossom tree. He has short, silky hair, a white cotton shirt, and beige cotton trousers. Under the moonlight, among the cherry blossom petals, he stands leaning against the tree like a crystal. Every day, I see him through the curtains. Every day, he wears a white cotton shirt and beige cotton trousers, standing quietly under the moonlight. They said he was waiting for his lover, who never showed up. I looked at him. The cherry blossom petals fell on his shoulders. He gently twisted his head and put it on the tip of his nose with his fingers. He lowered his eyelashes and blew the petals. The petals seemed to have gained life and made beautiful arcs, and the corners of his mouth were also beautiful. The blue moonlight made me feel like I was in the sea, gradually sinking to the bottom of the sea. My whole body was forced by the sea water to the point where I couldn't breathe. It was so heavy that I felt dizzy. There was some thought in my body that wanted to break out of the shell but it was in vain. Despair, he infected me with it, through the moonlight we bathed in together. A pair of small hands hugged me from behind. It was my wife. I turned around, covered the gap in the curtains with my back, and gently hugged my wife. "Are you feeling bad?" His wife asked with concern. "Headache." "Don't think too much." I didn't, I was just thinking about that man. One day, very suddenly, the man disappeared. That day happened to be a year after I returned to China. The same blue moonlight, the same cherry blossom trees in full bloom, and the falling petals were so blank and lonely. Even wearing slippers, I hurriedly ran outside the house and stopped three meters away from the cherry tree, just like a year ago, I stopped in front of him. He smiled at me, his smile was like broken sunshine. The dazzlingly charming person makes me overwhelmed and incoherent. "You... Are very beautiful, and the clothes suit you very well..." He chuckled, his shoulders shaking slightly, until tears flowed from his eyes. Later, they said that his lover turned out to be a man, and their disdain was obvious. I passed them by, and there was a hole in my heart that couldn't be filled. I still stare at the cherry blossom tree through the curtains every day. The moonlight faded, the cherry blossoms withered, and the empty dead branches swallowed me up like a nightmare. In the summer of July, I was so cold that I shivered. My wife still hugged me from behind, her slender arms hugged me tightly, and her head was buried in my back. I love you, I love you. Keep saying it. Until that day, the cherry blossoms bloomed again. The moonlight was still there, the petals were still the same, and in the haze, I seemed to see the white figure again, gently twisting the petals, raising the corners of my mouth, gorgeous and heartbreaking. I love you, I love you. My wife didn't stop talking, she only talked until my back was wet. I turned around and my wife's tears stained me for a week. Let's go! Let's go! My wife is crazy. I tried to grab my wife's hand, but her hand hit me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I love you, I love you. The breeze blows, and cherry blossom petals are flying all over the sky. I hugged my wife, listening to her crying in my arms, listening to the moonlight falling, and listening to her petals flying. Looking at that familiar location, I saw a blank space, just like my heart. The touch of loneliness reminds me of long-forgotten feelings, the blank feeling after losing my memory due to a car accident. The car accident after graduating from college took away twenty-two years of my memories. My parents were anxious and rushed abroad to take care of me. They accepted my amnesia calmly, comforted me calmly, and described it calmly. The fiancée who arrived later did not complain. Something seems to have gone off the rails, I don't know. He stroked his wife's trembling shoulders. She had a splitting headache and couldn't sleep all night. The next day, my wife held my hand while holding her red and swollen eyes. Go somewhere with me. Following my wife's footsteps, I had a premonition of falling into the abyss. Hospital, corridor, room. I can almost predict the next face. It's a man. Lying quietly, it suits his style. My wife cried, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I thought he would forget it, your parents also said you would become normal, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I obviously love you and him, but it ended up like this, I'm sorry... My wife's voice gradually faded away, and my thoughts seemed to be soaked in fog and blurred. For a moment, memories rolled in like a tide, so violent that I couldn't support myself and sat on the ground, and it was dark for a while. Blue moonlight, falling petals, the man is wearing a white cotton shirt and beige cotton trousers. Wait for me! My parents said they will admit you as long as I agree to study abroad. The man chuckled and stepped forward to kiss my lips. I'll wait for you, wear the clothes you gave me, and wait for you to come back. I almost couldn't stay awake, and the man's smile flashed in front of me, angry, full of sex, sad, desperate... The excitement of heading to the airport after the graduation ceremony seems like yesterday. I struggled to hug my crying wife. Let's go together, wherever we go, and tell me everything, okay? My wife buried her head in my chest and nodded.