When Shen Yan heard the name "Su Yan" for the first time, he was squatting in the alleyway smoking. The smell of low-quality tobacco made his eyes red. The man walked towards him against the light. The hem of his white shirt was lifted by the wind. His voice was as soft as honey soaked in it: "My name is Su Yan, which sounds the same as your name."
Later he learned that some people appeared just to leave a scar on their heart and fill the wound with thoughts.
Su Yan always liked to chase after him, chattering about trivial things. The sun fell on his hair, making Shen Yan's barren life a little brighter. He began to covet this warmth. He would secretly trace Su Yan's sleeping face late at night, chew up the words "Don't leave" and swallow it in his stomach. People like him were not worthy of having light.
The incident happened unexpectedly. There was a car accident on a rainy night. The moment Su Yan rushed towards him and pushed him away, Shen Yan smelled the smell of blood mixed with the breath of rain, and the man's last breathy "Shen Yan".
At the funeral, Shen Yan didn't shed a single tear.
But from that day on, he got a strange disease.
She would say to the empty sofa, "The oranges you bought last time were so sour." She would subconsciously reach out to hold her hand when crossing the road, but what she touched was a hand full of cold wind. He smoked harder and harder, his throat always smelled like rust, and he whispered "Su Yan"'s name over and over again, as if he was chanting an unsolvable spell.
Neighbors said he was crazy and talking to the air.
Shen Yan smiled, but blood dripped from his eyes.
It's good to be crazy. If you're crazy, you can live with memories. If you're crazy, you don't have to admit that the person who always loves to talk about him will never come back.
Intention: When love becomes a memory that is chewed over and over again, when longing becomes a "disease" that cannot be quitted, those unspeakable treasures and regrets that are too late to make up for are eventually become a painful commentary on "you don't know how to cherish when you have it, but you only regret it when you lose it". Use a complete loss to open up the most piercing obsession and regret in love.