When we faced the continuous spring rain outside the window, he cried. Pouring a cup of strong tea, Hong told me a story of his own. As for this sad past event, although I witnessed it at the time, it has become blurry as time goes by.
In fact, he and she only fell in love for one day, but Hong said it was enough to make him miss her for a lifetime. This was a girl he cared about for his whole life. And I didn't see a trace of pretentiousness or affectation in his eyes.
"Actually, that day on the road, I suddenly had the urge to die, and perhaps only death can be my real relief."
Looking at his indifferent expression, he seemed to be recounting something that had nothing to do with him, "Later, she went to Beijing, and we had no contact again. I don't want to be like this..." His voice was choked, and he just kept shaking the cup in his hand.
"As long as she can still remember me in five years, I will be satisfied." I didn't know how to comfort him, but I vaguely felt that I had been deeply involved in his story and couldn't extricate myself from his world.
And that day was just the beginning of tragedy...
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