Foreword:
Some things flow naturally, so why forcefully arrange when to write them out.
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The image of Nicky sitting by the river still always appears in front of me today, his melancholy eyes looking at the slowly flowing water of the Hubtu Boundary River.
He said his task tomorrow was to dive across the river.
I was indifferent, we were used to it.
He also said that he seemed to be in love.
To my naive ears at the time, these words sounded like a bomb wrapped in candy that he was about to drop on me. I stood up and had to move further away from him because my heart was beating so fast.
However, I heard him say: That person is on the other side of the boundary river.
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The way he talks reminds me of my dad. When I was 6 years old, my father also said in this tone that he was born on the other side of the boundary river.
Their eyes all have the same nostalgia or yearning. This is a doubt that has lingered in my mind for many years. I don't understand the magic of those places over the border, or in the forest, or the town behind the forest, or the plain behind the town, or the big city on the plain. It will make the man I love in this life keep looking towards it.