At night, I slept in my room with Xiao Ding, Xiao Ding had a day of trouble, and he didn't have a good rest on the plane, so he fell asleep a long time ago. I hadn't gotten jet lag yet, and I was lying in bed without sleep. I thought about a lot of the past, from our "Green Light Forest" to our wedding, but I omitted that person.

I think I'd rather he never appeared in my life if I could.

It would have been nice if he hadn't shown up. The torrent of life is still rushing as always, and I will continue to move away from my original self on that road. He will become a landscape of my life, eternal or fleeting. Although when I recall it, the kind of injury will hurt my heart, and the sweetness will make people laugh dumbly. Although, the world is that big; Although, happiness is so short; Although, the regret is so long.

Early the next morning, my sister-in-law took Xiaoding and Coco to Happy Valley. My brother was reading the newspaper at home off work, and I made something casually to cope with breakfast. Originally, he said that he would go to Li Shuangshuang with Haoyang, but at ten o'clock, he called and said that the company was temporarily delayed and might come later. I was bored at home, so I went out alone.

Tomorrow is Christmas, and the streets are full of Christmas trees and glass windows with snowflake patterns. Western festivals tend to have a more far-reaching impact, with happy couples holding hands everywhere. I looked at them passing by with infinite yearning, and remembered that I had also been in the gentle afternoon, the amorous dusk, and Su Haoyang clasped his fingers like this, walking through countless pairs of envious eyes.

However, I eventually let go of those warm hands. When I was young, I was a stupid and stubborn moth that was trying to pounce in the direction of the fire.

Although Su Haoyang said that he would wait for me, I would not return to him.

Because whenever we clasped our fingers, I could always feel a shadow behind me like the autumn wind; There were sad and indifferent eyes that followed me all the time. Although, whenever I look back, it always disappears suddenly, as if hallucinating.

It's like at this moment, I'm walking alone through this glitzy street that doesn't belong to me. I could always feel a pair of eyes, like two bright wounds, open behind me.

I searched for the smiling, sad, staring face at me, and was surprised to find that all that had been so familiar and so longing for was related to only one person. However, every time I think of him, my memory always has a terrible fault in the dawn when there is no morning star and no sunrise, and I always have tears in my eyes in a foreign country.

Suddenly BillTarmey's vicissitudes of life sounded in his ears:

“TonightIcelebratemyloveforyou∕Itseemsthenaturalthingtodo∕Tonightnoone'sgonnafindus∕We'llleavetheworldbehindus……”

"Tonight I celebrate my love for you / It seems like a natural thing to do / No one will find us tonight / After this we will leave this world ......"

I began to like to listen to sad music and read sad words over and over again in a quiet afternoon or a quiet night. The mourning in the melody swirls back and forth in the mottled shadows of the trees. I tilted my head back with my eyes slightly closed, holding back the tears.

Some people say that the memory of a fish is only 7 seconds, and after 7 seconds it does not remember the past, and everything becomes new again, so the fish in that small fish tank will never get bored.

I'd rather be a fish, forget everything after 7 seconds, and the people I've met, the things I've done, can be wiped out.

Starbucks was playing melodious music, and the melody of mourning swayed back and forth in my eyes. As soon as he lowered his head, a tear fell into the cappuccino in front of him, and the foam suddenly dispersed.

“TonightIcelebratemyloveforyou∕Itseemsthenaturalthingtodo∕Tonightnoone'sgonnafindus∕We'llleavetheworldbehindus……”

"Tonight I celebrate my love for you / It seems like a natural thing to do / No one will find us tonight / After this we will leave this world ......"

At that time, when I lowered my head and listened quietly, the long time was shortened into the distance of a song, but when I suddenly looked up, I saw the blurry lights on the streets of Copenhagen. It turns out that it has long been separated, and all cause and effect can be traced back to the beginning of the story......