"This moment, that moment, yesterday's joy is today's pain, who knows how far away from the heart?! Laughing and crying, crying and laughing, the tears have dried up and I can't move, the cool breeze urges me to go home." Cai Xinming looked at Xia Tian and finished each word seriously.
Xia Tian's eyes are moist. This is the words Xia Xinming wrote when he was sad when he climbed Baoshi Mountain alone one night three years ago. Cai Xinming is healing himself. Many things happen just as they happen. They cannot be solved by just saying it and passing it by. Only by facing it directly can you uncover the scars that are pretending to be healed and release the blood congestion inside.
Amu took a puff of cigarette, drank the rest of the beer and said, "I also hope that yesterday's joy can become today's pain, and the tears have dried up and I can't move. But why am I divorced? I don't feel anything at all, and I'm not even used to it. So how did I live in the past five years? How long has it been since I shed tears, even if it's sad."