Dark Evening

"Hey!" "Beep..." "Chen Xi! Shen Xi!" "Xiao Yi, Xiao Xi..." Mother Shen on the phone was already crying. I understood what Shen Xi said "goodbye" last night. "Singer Shen Xi commits suicide in Canada" is the headline in all major media. Shen Xi, my best friend since childhood, but when she left, I didn't see her for the last time. When we know someone too well, will we let her go just because we understand her? After Shen Xi left, I have been wandering in self-reflection. I know how much I love her. We have inseparable blood like relatives. However, I still let her choose, including choosing her life. At this time, I had no time to care about right or wrong, because this bloody result may have been played out in my mind many times. It seems that Shen Xi is taking my steps, step by step, confirming what I know about her. Since Shen Xi went abroad, we have lived completely different lives. I am already the mother of a 2-year-old child, and Shen Xi is still the injured woman who stumbled on the road of love. She said that because of this, I understand her less and less. I think maybe she never tried to understand me. On June 28, I learned that Mother Shen brought Shen Xi back from Canada today. The reporters who arrived one after another kept pressing their flash lights. Mother Shen walked through the crowd wearing sunglasses. I didn't pick her up at the airport, and I never thought about going to her house again. I haven't shed a single tear since I learned about Shen Xi's death. It seems that now I am no longer willing to mention Shen Xi and everything about her. It feels like I carry a little bit of hatred, and every breath makes me feel sore. And those lost years of youth slowly emerged in my mind, and the people in those green years are still so clear.