"It's probably the last day I've been here. ”

At 7 o'clock in the evening, dark clouds began to cover Seoul from the west, and the sky darkened early, and the pink bedroom was lit with lights, biting the tip of the pen, and the bespectacled girl was writing down such words at the beginning of the diary.

"I don't forget when I started to write a diary, of course, I don't really write much, sometimes I remember to write one, if I forget, it doesn't matter, it's not homework anyway. But when I was sorting things out today, I accidentally opened the diary, and suddenly found that I spent too much time playing with it, so that it still kept a half-new appearance, and looking at the blank pages of paper, my brain seemed to become empty, and I wanted to recall the bits and pieces with him, but many of them have been blurred, without the imprint of words, time has finally washed away some memories and faded, just like I once thought that I could last for a long time, and I also thought at that time that I could keep those memories forever ......and forever."

The girl paused to write, looked at the words she had recorded in the light of the lamp, and tilted her head to think, if she wrote like this, would it be a little sad to read in the future?

Forget it, sad is sad!

She shook her head, her shell-like white teeth gently biting her lower lip, sadness is a feeling, she is about to fall out of love, what do you care about so much?

So I continued.

“…… During the Spring Festival a few months ago, I didn't live here at that time, and I went back to my hometown with my father a few times. I feel so strange, I don't remember a lot of things, and my vague impression of my hometown is still very small. After a few years of intermittent years, I don't know why I haven't gone back again, maybe I have gone back, but I don't remember - a strange town, a strange road, a strange old house, my father pointed to an old locust tree in front of the house, and said that my sister and I liked to play there the most when we were young, I watched it for a long time, but the only feeling was that I was really bored when I was a child!

I don't know what the road is for. Today I think of that boring old locust tree again. Suddenly, a lot of sentimental thoughts, how would it feel when our family left and my sister and I were not playing under its canopy?

Dad said. When we moved out. Its foliage is still luxuriant. Later, it gradually withered year after year, and by now, it is probably dead.

I think. If you cut it, the heart of the tree will be empty......

Today, ten years later, I'm leaving again, and I wonder whose heart is empty this time?

I hope it's him ......"

This is her diary, she can write whatever she wants, whether she talks to herself or crazy, many words that are usually accumulated in her chest, thoughts, thoughts and even extravagant hopes that cannot be released in her mind, can jump on the tip of the pen in the form of words wantonly, without worrying about who will know the Tao, let alone suffering from gains and losses, afraid that she will say something wrong, and then be sadly driven away by him.

There are many vague memories, but some things are always remembered clearly, such as knowing him for two years and four months, and living with him for almost a year and a half.

Almost 500 days and nights, such a long time was enough to kill a lot of things, and it was also enough for her to get used to a lot of things.

Here is the room he arranged for her, in the morning, she can walk from the door to the bathroom with her eyes closed without worrying about hitting something or falling, here, the dining room has a chair that belongs to her, the study has her desk and computer, if they have a puppy in the future, it must be able to smell, this space of more than 100 square meters is full of the smell of a girl.

Once, this was Lin Yuna's territory!

Outside the window, it began to rain, and the sound of them falling from the sky to the small balcony was like the rustle of the tip of a pen on paper, soft, fine, but at a certain moment, the raindrops finally became heavier.

Boom –

The flash of thunder shone brightly on the heavens and the earth for a moment, the blazing white light slashed in from the window, the water glass on the table trembled slightly, the afterglow of the thunder rolled through the sky above like a landslide, the tip of the girl's pen paused, and the ink blurred a circle of stains on the paper.

Under the lamp, she lowered her head slightly, and the night with strong thunder and rain vapor gradually became misty and dreamy halo rendering, and I don't know how long it took, a little drop of water fell from between the falling hair.

The vision became obscure, everything in front of me became hazy, and the notebook full of handwriting turned into an unrecognizable blur in the changing light and shadow.

She doesn't know what life is, what is trade-off, these propositions are too profound and heavy for her age, although that does not prevent her from making choices, but she knows that just as her persistence and memory are not as strong as she thinks, she is also far more fragile than she thinks.

Whether his heart will be empty, she doesn't know what to say, she only knows that she hasn't left this house yet, and he has only been gone for half a day, and she began to love the air here, imagining that she will never be able to breathe again, and her heart hurts as if it was torn.

The light was dim, and outside the window, the gradually increasing raindrops crackled against the window, the wind whistled faintly, and thunder and lightning shone among the clouds in the distance.

Everything was violent and quiet.

Quietly wiped away her tears, and before closing the diary, she glanced at what she had written, and the tears that fell before fell at the back of the diary, and she quoted a sad sentence of a female writer-

Some things can be forgotten, some things can be remembered, some things can be willing, and some things have been powerless.

I love you, and this is my calamity.

…… I miss you, oppa......

……

In the early hours of the morning, she was woken up by the alarm clock, raised her head from between her arms that were a little numb, the sky outside the window in Seoul was glowing with a faint morning light, but it was still shrouded in a thick haze, and the rain flew in a line with the wind between the sky and the earth, she moved her arms for a while, and then hugged her arms tightly, vaguely feeling a little cold.

Last night, I don't know when I fell asleep again, and I had a dream, and the dream was a little strange, but the impression left was very clear.

It was a wilderness.

It's empty, it's cold, it's vast.

The sky was gray, like a lead cloud all over the sky outside the window, stretching from here to the end of the horizon, and she walked in such a lonely space, unable to distinguish whether it was gravel, gravel, or nothing, but remembered that she had walked for a long time, and when she reached it, she began to hug her shoulders and shiver, and her vision was still barren and monotonous, and her chest was so lonely that she felt a slight pain.

The feeling that might be marked as sadness came over me more and more intensely at the moment of awakening.

In the past, no matter how busy he was, as long as he went home to rest, he would usually go to her room before going to bed to have a look, sometimes help her tuck the quilt, sometimes watch her play and forget the time, knock on her forehead to urge her to sleep, or see her doing homework and fall asleep on her stomach, and carry her to bed.

There had never been such a dream at that time.

However, similar dreams will probably appear more often in the future, until it is washed away by time.

After sitting in front of the desk for a long time, Yuna just walked out of the room, upstairs Sister Jisoo had woken up, and there was a faint sound of her walking in a wheelchair in the corridor, the nanny was cleaning in the living room, and the vacuum cleaner was running gently.

It seemed like every note was saying to her: you're leaving, you're leaving, you're leaving......

…… I have to go......

Although she hasn't figured out the reason yet, some of the things that belong to her have been packed, clothes, books, exercise materials, some things can't be simply taken away for the time being, and she is not ready to ask for any more, so she will put them in this room, hoping that he or Lin Xiujing can keep this room for the sake of their former owners.

She wanted to be quiet when she left this time, just like countless adolescent children who want to be independent and rebellious after all, and she thought that if they thought that she had a sudden attack of secondary disease, tired of it, and didn't want to live here, it would seem better for everyone.

Without endless concerns and inquiries, naturally no more problems will be exposed, in that way, everyone may have the possibility of continuing to communicate in the future, otherwise, she would have to learn from Sister Xiuyan.

"Let's be Lin Yun'er for another day!"

Standing in front of the mirror, she washed her face so hard that her somewhat swollen eyes disappeared a little, and the girl looked at herself in reflection and said to herself silently.

So after a while, the morning light like a fish belly has not faded in the sky, and in the morning when a new day has just begun, the quiet house and bathroom all night sounded the girl's energetic noise.

"Ernie - why hang the panties next to my cutie!!!It's dirty!"

Annoyed and angry, Jisoo rushed down with a wheelchair, and then naturally there was a burst of chickens and dogs.

Not long after that, when the Japanese nanny was cooking, she went in to help, but when she opened the vinegar bottle to prove her nickname of "Daliyun", she used too much force, and half a bottle of vinegar was sprayed into her nose and mouth, and the girl screamed, her face was almost wrinkled, and she rushed into the bathroom to rinse her mouth.

The whole room was full of laughter, including Lin Xiujing, who was not in a good mood early in the morning because of pregnancy.

For the "naughty" Yoona, there are many ways to liven up the atmosphere, so-young, Yoo-ri, Hyo-yeon, oppa...... Many, many people always say that she is their pistachio, if she is depressed, it will be good to tease Lin Yun'er, if she is sad, it will be good to tease Lin Yun'er, and if she is lost, she will be able to regain her strength by teasing Lin Yun'er.

It reminded her of a joke -

A man went to the doctor and said that he was depressed, that life seemed unforgiving and cruel, that he felt lonely in this threatening world.

The doctor said the cure was simple, "The great clown Pagliazzi is here, go see his show! he can cheer you up." ”

The man burst into tears, "But the doctor," he said, "I am Pagliazzi." ”

It's funny!(To be continued......)