153 She She Opposite

She seemed to have jumped to the river so lightly, and she still carried one of the shoes in her hand. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The kind of jumping on the lawn, in front of me is a green willow branch swaying in the soft wind, and looking at the sparkling waves on the river,

For a moment, Li Xianxian felt as if she had returned to her childhood there.

She was still a very simple girl in that childhood of her own.

At that time, she still had a very happy and happy family, at that time, she had a father who loved her, a mother, a grandfather, a grandmother, and a brother who was very good to her at that time.

At that time, she still thought that such a brother was still very good. And she is very proud of such a brother.

However, that happy time was very short-lived.

Li Xianxian just remembers that for a while, she was still very young and her body was still very light, and the adults were there at that time, and they just made a swing and played with the little Xian Xian.

She was so dressed in a green shirt and thin clothes, but she was energetic in the courtyard of the house, jumping and jumping towards the two metasequoias.

Between the two metasequoias, there was a swing that was hung up by a long hemp rope.

I remember that when she was making that swing, Li Xianxian still saw the process, and she also saw that her brother had to climb the tree with his hands, just to hang the rope.

At that time, my brother climbed so high and high.

And he took the thick twine, and stayed on the high, thick branches, and the little slenderness watched under the tree.

She just had to look up and look at it, and she looked at it so badly, and she looked at it, but she saw the sunlight shining through the gaps in the leaves.

Then it shone sparsely, and between the bright and broken light and the shadow of the tree there was a darker silhouette of a man, and that silhouette was of course her brother.

It was on the ground that the slender slender could not see his brother's face clearly, but in the dazzling sunlight and shadows,

Just staring at the figure from a distance in a vague way, and then, as if time had frozen there.

Or maybe she just wished that time could stay in that moment forever and never flow.

She really has such a heart, hoping that something can always keep that period of time,

Hold on to the simplicity and carefree of the heart of the former self as a child,

I also want my brother to be so good all the time, and he is a very gentle brother who will take responsibility.

I also hope that her family and clan are not broken, and I also hope that her parents are not dead, and everything seems to be a dream.

It's like a vague dream that has long been shattered there.

It's just that I feel the confusion in it, and I just feel an unknown strangeness and dead silence and death in it.

It's as if there's something that's already dead and dead in it, as if it's something that can't be struggled or found.

It also seems to be a very real time, as if time and everything have been in it all the time that has never been able to change anything.

Because what was missed, it was as if it had to be missed all the time, and it was like missing and dying.

It's just that I feel surprised in it, and I feel a kind of confusion that I seem to be incomprehensible in it.

It's just that there is something in it that feels a brokenness, a fragmented something,

The broken memories, the broken family, the warmth and warmth that were broken and can never be returned, the happiness and warmth that can no longer be found that really belong to her childhood.

Is it a sadness or a sorrow, or will it be there to sigh.

It's just that in that lonely time, it seems meaningless to constantly indulge in the happiness of the past and the beauty of the past.

At least, it's just that there's no use in nostalgia there, except for sadness, and it seems that there is only sadness left there.

It's just that in it, I feel a kind of intricacy that is difficult to feel and perceive, as if I don't know what kind of feelings and feelings are there.

Constantly immersed in a kind of grief, so deep that I breathe and breathe,

When Li Xianxian came to the riverside step by step, she came to the stone slab along the river,

But he still threw the shoes in his hand on the slate again,

Then, in such a demented and cowardly manner, he plunged his hands into the cool water,

In the sunlight, it seems that there is still a slight sense of warmth in it,

It seems that there is still some sense of warmth in it, but there is nostalgia, with a sad and sad sense of nostalgia.

It's just that in that nostalgia, there is also a kind of sadness and lamentation that I seem to be in it that I don't particularly understand and understand.

It was a kind of struggle that was lost there, and it seemed to feel a kind of powerlessness and the silence and death of the struggle in it.

Just sighed softly and powerlessly in the midst of it.

There he lowered his head, lowered his head gently, and let the strands of his head slip over his shoulders, and he drooped like that,

Some of them were lightly attached to the water, and Li Xianxian didn't seem to notice that the tips of his hair had touched the water.

It's as if she doesn't really care about her hair getting wet.

She just soaked her hands in the warm and cool water, and just squatted by the river.

It was as if she had forgotten what she was doing by the river.

It was as if her hands were soaked in the river water, but she was in that trance.

But it was as if she had heard something in her ears, as if it were someone's laughter, and the laughter was familiar to her.

It was as if she was laughing there, as if she had laughed as a child.

It was there laughing out loud because it was happy.

When the swing is made by my brother and my parents, a very simple swing is finally made there.

Then, on that good day when the wind was light and the sun was warm, Li Xianxian walked to the newly made swing.

For Li Xianxian, as long as she is very happy, she will jump and walk there.

She was often like this when she was a child.

It's just that when she grows up, she is no longer as innocent as she was when she was a child, and she is not so carefree.

Because the older you get, the more troubles you have, and you will also feel that the pain you have borne and endured is much more special.

And I will feel that my shoulders are so heavy there.

Then, in that loneliness, she felt a deep sense of regret and sadness.