A boy once told me that the memory of fish is only seven seconds. No matter how sad they have experienced, they can start over every seven seconds. Then he asked me, would you like to close your eyes and count to seven to give it a try.
At that time, I was lying on a bench in the park, like an animal, licking the seemingly endless pain inflicted by another boy, waiting hopelessly for it to heal. When I heard this sentence, I didn't have the energy to think too much. I just thought that such a smart boy could say such stupid things.
But the sincerity in his eyes was too strong, and some other burning emotions made me feel inexplicably soft, so in the end I closed my eyes obediently.
At that time, I felt stupid, ridiculous, and impossible.
But I never thought that when I counted to seven, he really gave me a miracle.
A miracle that makes me cry just thinking about it now.