Chapter Thirty-Eight: Joy Gives Birth to Sorrow

"There is no need," look at who she has become, "I think we can definitely recognize each other, since we are destined to meet thousands of miles away, how can we not know each other." She was too self-righteous, so I persuaded her angrily: "I have to make it clear to you, I am short-sighted, and I am not used to wearing glasses, if I can't recognize you, don't blame me for being unpredictable." "Don't worry, you'll definitely recognize me," she seemed to become triumphant, "I have shawl hair, I wear a red trench coat, and my leather shoes are half-heels, but they should be the same height as yours, according to my cousin, my outfit, as soon as I go out, I turn back 100 percent." When I arrive in Nanjing, it will become a beautiful scenery in Nanjing, I dare to say, I walk with you on the streets of Nanjing, many people want to beat you. ”

Nanking? Nanking! I know why I've been scared. I was obsessed with the ocean of love, but I forgot that there was also Nanjing. Actually, I don't live in Nanjing at all, Nanjing is just a casual thing I said at first. In the midst of this, I always wanted to explain to her that I just couldn't muster up the courage, and I was afraid that I would destroy the good image I had in her heart, and she would get angry and stop talking to me. She kept saying that I was and always thought that I was an honest and upright person who would not lie to anyone, let alone her. In desperation, I had no choice but to round the lie until now, and think about it, we have indeed talked enough about the topic of Nanjing, and I still have the information to collect intentionally. Not now, I can't make up lies, it's time to face it, she may be angry, but it shouldn't make a difference if I live in Nanjing or Shanghai.

I cautiously said, "You may not be there until six or seven o'clock tomorrow afternoon, because I don't live in Nanjing, and the city where I live should be Shanghai." "What?! Are you kidding me?! "I found out she was angry. Busy and sincere explained to her: "Nanjing is what I said casually, I was wrong, I was so stupid, even such a low-level mistake was made, I promise that this is the first and last time, I hope to get your understanding." Is it done? She didn't answer me, but asked me again, "Are you sure you're telling the truth?" I quickly replied that I was sure that she had not responded for a long time, and I waited for her reply with trepidation.

She sent me a long passage that made me sad and disheartened to read it. Her words are like this: I really didn't think you were such a scheming person, I thought you were a very simple person, but I was wrong, you are different from what I thought in my heart; You are not in Nanjing, but in the past two months, you have told me about all aspects of Nanjing, and even told me how the bus drivers in Nanjing run crazy on the streets, and only one fist can be put down between the two cars, and the noodles in the nameless alley are only sold for 1 yuan and 5 jiao a bowl, and they are so many and delicious, because of what you said, I fell in love with Nanjing; You are so terrible, even if I am blind, I think I have found a big tree to rely on, and I have found a green shade that can shade the sun. I'm so naïve, I regret it, if you tease me like this for a year, or even half a year, I'll kill you, goodbye, you can do it yourself.

I was instantly blindsided, and I couldn't understand the meaning of her words for a while, only a song "It's better to see each other than not to see" floated in my heart:

Countless times I imagined the scene of the reunion

Longing for the unforgettable reenactment of yesterday

A pair of smiling eyes that shine like stars

Will I still be fascinated tonight?

Maybe it's because the separation is too long

Helplessly, reality has quietly changed everything

Looking forward to the fiery emotions in front of you

When we see you again, you are familiar with you, but you are completely gone

I searched all the corners of my memory

And you're just in the album yesterday's photo

Rinse and blur the old bottom again and again

But I can't wash away the old sincere feelings

I searched all the corners of my memory

Why can't I reconnect with the past?

Sad, I can only be sad

Is it better not to see each other at all?