One night that summer, when the fourteen-year-old me and you were enjoying the cool air on the roof, you pointed at the stars in the sky and told me many stories. At that time, the night sky was like a sea of stars, shining with brilliance, and the bright moon was like a dazzling light, becoming the heart of the sea of stars. And I looked at his handsome profile in trance. He talked about a lot of stars, and his eyes were all twinkling with light.
He must love the starry sky so much. Actually I'm not a very good listener because I didn't hear any of it.
Later, he lifted my bun, ran his fingers across the skin of my forehead, and said coolly: "Just like you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he smiled slightly, and unconsciously, he became the most dazzling presence in my eyes.
"Jun." I couldn't help but call him.
He responded, "Huh?"
"May I be like the stars and the moon, shining brightly every night." I looked directly into his eyes and said, the voice was so small that I couldn't even hear him.
He laughed again and asked, "What did you say?"
I swallowed what I just said and ignored it if I didn't hear it. I shook my head at him and said, "I said, you must be in love with these stars."
Jun smiled implicitly and said no more.
Not long after, he left home, and I was the only one left enjoying the shade on the roof.
Once, when my father saw me alone, he came up to enjoy the cool air with me. He said, "Dad, let me tell you a story."
I suddenly felt childish and said, "Dad, I'm so old, and I still listen to you tell stories."
Dad smiled and said, "In Dad's eyes, you and Jun will always be children."
Dad mentioned Jun unintentionally, so I pretended not to mention Jun and asked, "Dad, when will Jun come back?"
Dad pondered for a while and replied: "Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, maybe in the future, or maybe he won't come back."
I remember that after my father said these words, I went back to bed and cried secretly for a long time.
If I knew that I would be separated from him, if I knew that I would lose him when we meet again many years later, if I knew that he has endured a lot of pain over the years, if I knew...
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