Ten years ago

I don't know you

You don't belong to me

We're still the same

Stay with a stranger

Walk through the familiar streets

Ten years later

We're friends

——Eason Chan [10 years]

Needless to say goodbye, no need to meet again. Because your name and surname are enough for me to spend a long life waiting (Xicheng tears)

The sky in Shanghai is changeable after all, just like people's moods, cloudy and uncertain. The sky was clear for the first few hours, but in the blink of an eye, it was pouring rain, and passers-by who forgot to bring their umbrellas hastened their pace home.

And she, who was doused with a chicken in the soup, squeezed a little girl in her hand, squeezed out of the crowd on the bus, and rushed towards her residence.

When she entered the room, her slightly cool body gradually began to warm up, and crystal raindrops slowly flowed down her cheeks, wetting her fan-like eyelashes and wetting her heart that had been cold.

"Si'an, come, wipe it with a towel, don't catch a cold." She handed the little girl a towel, and slowly sorted out her wet hair, the little girl stared at a pair of big sparkling eyes, watching her hurry, and made a childish voice, "Mom, your clothes." Following the direction of the girl's finger, she realized that her clothes were drying on the balcony in the morning, and her face changed drastically, "Oops! She shouted.

The raindrops were ticking, and she didn't stop in the slightest, and she ran to the balcony and saw a pear-white skirt on the drying rope being beaten and swaying by the wind and rain.

She took off her skirt in distress, laid it across the bed, looked at the rain-soaked skirt, her heart twitched, and her expression began to become confused.

In my heart, I was both sad and self-blaming.

This dress was the only gift he gave her, and the only thing he left, but he failed to protect it. Quietly looking at this skirt, it evoked the memories she buried in her heart, and the memories were full of the figure of that person, that person, a bastard named Ren Zi'an.

Ten years ago, he disappeared into the sky like a wisp of wind, and since then he has faded out of her life circle, he thought that his departure would only make her stop suffering, but he didn't expect that she would be tormented by longing for ten years.

Du Fu said, "Ten years of life and death are boundless, I don't think about it, I can't forget it, I am thousands of miles away from the grave, and I have nowhere to talk about it." "All thoughts come from the purest love in the heart.

It's just that at the end of her thoughts, there is no warm response from him, because he is her beloved, and she is his guest.

Countless times, because of him, she burst into tears in the dark night and lost the courage to live, but after dawn, she still stared at a pair of teary eyes and continued to live, or continued to love him.

She woke up countless times in her dreams, into the air, shouting his name, "Ren Zi'an, you bastard!" When will you be back? ”

But for a long night, there was silence all around, and there was no answer.

Perhaps, she can only meet him until she is dead, and in heaven, she will still stubbornly ask: "Ren Zi'an, I'll go with you, okay?" ”

In the dream, she saw him standing at the end of the red carpet in a suit, holding flowers waiting to marry her in a white veil, he stared at himself affectionately through the thin veil, and whispered to himself: "Mo Han, I have loved you for a long, long time!" ”

I wish you ten years of coolness, and love you as warm as ever!