(a)

After we got married, my husband and I traveled around the world for business, charity, and vacation, but our main place of residence was my white villa near the King's Garden in Monaco.

Our honeymoon was spent in this villa.

I've shown you the bedroom where I spent my 30th birthday alone, the route I run every morning, the private cruise ship dock in my house, and the spot where my first husband proposed to me.

I also took you on a yacht that I piloted, and we sailed through the waves and on the blue Mediterranean, accompanied by the soaring of countless seabirds.

This yacht is no longer the one I rode in when I first got married.

After the failure of my first marriage, I didn't want to see the speedboat with the traces of my pre-marital life, so I resold it.

The current one, which I recently purchased, is smaller and less luxurious, but faster and easier to drive.

You can't help but laugh when you see the bedroom on this yacht.

I only have a very small single bedroom on this yacht with a bed that is only 1.5 meters wide and 1.9 meters long.

I smiled awkwardly, and at that time I decided that I would never have an intimate relationship with a man again in this life, so I customized the bedroom like this.

So, that night, we lay together on the deck of the yacht, looking up at the starry sky, and when it was time to sleep, we had to sleep in separate cabins.

You insisted that I sleep in my original bedroom and myself in the cabin on the lower deck.

Although I was separated by a floor, I felt an indescribable sweetness.

Lying in the swaying waves, I opened my eyes and looked at the night outside the cabin, and my heart came to mind the time when we took the train together in our previous life into the sea of rape flowers, and you tossed and turned in my middle bunk.

How far away one person's heart is from another's heart, and the distance between their bodies, sometimes, doesn't have much to do with it.

Like us, even if we are far away, each other's hearts are always together.

(b)

After returning from the yacht, we rested at the villa for a few days.

I cook for you and help you recuperate.

I talked to the recipes, called the big chefs, and carefully cooked you healthy porridge soup on the stove for hours.

You want to help out in the kitchen, and I always drive you back into the living room to give you a good rest.

You smile and say, "I'm not a papier-mâché, I'm just helping out in the kitchen, and I'm not tired." ”

I said, "I can't bear to see you dangling around here." You should cherish me and rest well. ”

I was holding the lid of the saucepan in my hand, and while patiently observing the degree of juice in the stew, I suddenly heard a melodious harmonica sound from the direction of the living room.

"Danny Boy"!

It's you who plays the harmonica over there! You remember playing the harmonica, and you remember the tune "Danny Boy", which I once sat with you on the wooden fence in front of the Bosan hut and listened to you play it!

It was as if I had been electrocuted, and I stood there as if I had been shocked, and my heart trembled and tears welled up in my eyes.

I had almost forgotten to take care of the stew in front of me, and the soup was almost dry.

(c)

At night, we stood side by side in front of the bay window and watched the silhouettes of our neighbors' houses in the night.

I'll show you the tallest Byzantine stone building outside the window.

I told you about a visit I had visited in my previous life, where I had met an elegant old lady of European nobility.

You listened to me silently.

When I finished, you put your arms around my waist from behind and whispered in my ear, "I know." There was an old harp in that house. ”

I look at you in surprise and ask, "What?" Have you been to that house too? Speaking of which, that family should be of the same clan as you. ”

You say, "I was about to tell you." The beginning and end are of the same family. That house is actually my family's ancestral old house. My ancestors have lived in that house for many generations. ”

You say, "The old lady you saw before should be my great-grandmother." She lived a long life, and when she died, she was 101 years old. ”

I look at you and say, "This world is so small. ”

You say, "When I was a child, I lived in this mansion and grew up there until I went out to middle school. ”

You say, "When I saw this villa of yours, I immediately understood why you bought this big house and why you like to live here." I understand very well why you brought me here and why you chose to spend our honeymoon here. ”

You say, "Although we have never met, we have always lived around each other's side, and we have never been far away from each other. ”

You say, "Tomorrow, I'll take you there and see that house again, okay?" For hundreds of years, we have tried to keep it as it was, hoping that one day, the woman writer who had been there would come back to that hall and stand by the harp again. ”

You say, "Everything in it will definitely make you feel more relatable." ”

(iv)

Again, I walked up the long staircase and stood in front of the door of this Byzantine building.

I walked through the dimly lit porch and into the reception hall, and in the familiar old landscape, I saw the chairs on which I and the old lady had sat in my previous life, and even porcelain cups of the same color on the same coffee table.

The same Earl Grey tea was already brewed in the cup, and the room was warm and fresh with the characteristic aroma of black tea and bergamot peel.

I stood in front of the harp with mixed feelings.

The light shining through the stained glass dyed the harp a pale gold color.

I couldn't help but reach out a finger and touch the strings on the harp.

The sound of a clear spring poured from the vibrating strings and overflowed the floor of the hall.

In the sound of the strings of the harp, I look at your face with infinite tenderness.

You approached me again and embraced me into your arms.

You say, "Qin'er, for thousands of years, you know how I have been thinking about you. Although I have never said this to you before, I am not thinking about you all the time. ”

You say, "I still can't believe that I'm able to hold you as my wife so tightly." ”

In your warm embrace, I look up to you and say, "I have dreamed a thousand times of being held tightly in your arms again." Even if it's still a dream, it's the best dream of all. ”

You say, "Right now, it's like heaven." ”

I said, "Yes." It's like heaven. ”10