Sitting at my computer, waiting for it to boot up. I put on my old-fashioned glasses, long buried in dust, and said, "I'm about to tell my story. Are you willing to listen?"
Da Fen.
My name is Da Fen. My real name is Xu Fenyang. "Snowflakes swirling everywhere, with a lovely woman at the center." That was my dad's first impression of my mom. Such a poetic impression was pinned on me. As for my carefree, easygoing personality, my mom says it was because she drank too much cold milk while pregnant with me. My artistic dad, however, says it was because of the heavy snow the day he met my mom.
It's raining now. It started to thunder. Suddenly I remembered that many years ago, when I was still very young, in school, the sky was like this. I sat by the window and looked at the stone wall outside. Then, it happened five years ago. It was just after the winter vacation and I went to school. I met him while shopping in the backyard. The sky was also like this, gloomy and heavy with raindrops. Thunder thunders from time to time. Many years have passed in a flash. People close to you in your life come and go. The sea of people ebbs and flows. It is said that a passionate girl is a poor lover. Until the end, I no longer believed in warm love. We pledged eachother one second before. I will never let go in the next second. We promised at the beginning that we would see each other day and night like this. Today is just a piece of loud loneliness. He was ambiguous in his earliest days. All kinds of good, all kinds of care. Later, love passed its shelf life like saury. He said he liked the lingering rain in the lingering season of early autumn. Yes, this hatred lasts forever. Yesterday was too far away, but going away seems to be so close. Love can go bad. So, can we just be ambiguous without love?