On the day when Chen Ya left quietly, Liu Ruyan was struggling with the air and was hungry all day.

I don't know if she was asleep or hungry, but when she opened her eyes, the moonlight had climbed up to the end of the road outside the window, hanging diagonally beside the withered hyacinth branches.

Her stomach was muttering there, and she tried to puff up her little belly.

suddenly thought that she was also starving like this before, Chen Ya said fiercely, wanting to punch her in the stomach, and suddenly laughed and deflated.

Then she became sad again.

She parted with him.

Walking to the kitchen by moonlight, she opened the refrigerator, the warm light shone on her face, the cold air hit her face, and the emptiness in her heart felt a little relieved.

After a long time, she picked out two loaves of bread and an egg from them, and tried to make herself a sandwich.

As soon as I opened the bag of bread, a little tear dripped onto the bread.

The compressor of the refrigerator sounded at the right time, as if to carry out useless relief.

Liu Ruyan sobbed, wiped away her tears, and felt both aggrieved and painful in her heart.

Now that I think about it, Chen Ya is simply a bad person.

She wandered alone by the lake, and he just watched quietly over there; She puffed up her little belly, and he wanted to punch it; She loved him more than anyone else, but he said goodbye.

Liu Ruyan sat on the sofa with a sandwich in her hand, and with every bite, she remembered the dreamy happy days when Chen Ya was by her side.

After eating the sandwich, she licked her fingers very uncultivatedly, drank the water in the cup, and sat down on the sofa.

The sound of water "ticking and ticking" in some unknown place kept ringing, the autumn cicadas in unknown places were secretly chirping, Liu Ruyan was lying on the sofa, and Chen Ya's voice came from nowhere, and his mind was full of it.

The moonlight was exceptionally quiet tonight, and she stared out the window, feeling the folds in her heart soothe slightly.

"Mingyue doesn't know how to leave hatred and bitterness, and the slanting light pierces Zhu Hu to the dawn."

She suddenly remembered this poem, which was quite appropriate here.

She walked to the balcony, and there were many buildings in front of her, and thousands of lights were lit.

In the squares, there are men sitting under the lamp, mothers and daughters eating silently, middle-aged men singing, and women mopping the floor with children on their backs.

These squares are like cross-sections of life, cut longitudinally, revealing the core of them to Liu Ruyan, and she faintly feels that there may be some revelation in them.

Once her father always muttered, Wang Guowei's so-called "triple realm", what "the west wind withered the green tree last night." Go up to the tall building alone and look at the end of the world";

What "the belt gradually widens and does not regret it, and makes people haggard for Iraq";

What" the crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was in the dim light. ”

Now that I think about it, isn't this just "going up to a tall building alone and looking at the end of the world"?

It is estimated that after a while, he will "never regret the gradual widening of his belt".

When will he suddenly look back and be in the dim light?

Liu Ruyan buried her face in her arm.

"Teacher, I miss you."

Maybe everyone who has achieved great things in the world will experience a painful relationship.

The first thing Liu Ruyan did the next day was to put a book cover on the book "Love in the Time of Cholera".

She knew that this book, as Chen Ya's last gift to her (she didn't know if it could be counted, but it would be considered a lot), should bear witness to many, many pieces of history.

Pages, like memories, continue to turn yellow with the passage of time.

Books can be protected with book covers, but how can memories be protected in the inevitable oblivion?

There seems to be no other way than to repeat those memories over and over again, regurgitating like a cow, and tasting the sweetness like drinking tea.

And for Liu Ruyan now, those things are tantamount to using a knife to slowly cut a hole in her heart.

In this room where the tentacles can only touch the air, but there is no trace of the teacher, any memory is a killer to the sensitive her.

However, everything related to Chen Ya touched her heart, his usual gold-rimmed plates, toothbrushes with smoothed bristles, slippers with holes, and the unique smell of his own that permeated all her clothes and body and was ubiquitous in this room.

The human brain was very strange, and she told herself not to think about him, not to think about him, but when she did this, she was thinking about him.

Thoughts are like a poison, and when the dose is strong enough, she is overwhelmed by grief and wishes she died in her sleep.

She could only lie on the bed stained with his scent, her hands and feet stretched outward, her green and white fingers brushing every inch of him as he lay, trying to find the traces he had left behind.

She crumpled the crumpled sheets even more, she tossed and turned to make her clothes more messy, she closed her eyes and stretched out her five fingers, trying to simulate the once gentle touch with air.

She had a fever and was so hot that she couldn't even stand up.

She tried her best to dial the supermarket downstairs, and when the little brother brought the takeaway upstairs, she noticed that something was wrong at a glance.

"What's wrong with you? Do you want to go to the hospital? ”

"No, I don't."

She slammed the door shut, then sat down on the floor.

She was suddenly very helpless, not because she was sick, but because she suddenly thought that Chen Ya, who was in the middle of nowhere, might have seen all kinds of human beings at this time, and had intersected with different women.

And she was completely out of control, and could only stubbornly believe that she could wait for him to come back.

After lying in bed for two days, the fever subsided, and most of the illness was cured, but the body was still weak.

She walked slowly to the coffee table, and the living room seemed to have a new look and a new feeling than before she got sick.

She picked up "Love in the Time of Cholera" and touched the notes left by Chen Ya on the title page.

This sentence written by Chen Ya is also a sentence in the book, which was said by a woman:

"At the end of the day, love is an instinct, either the first time or never for the first time."

She didn't understand this sentence very well before, but now she seems to understand a little in her ignorance: getting along with others requires learning, but loving someone doesn't need to learn, it's innate.

Speaking of "Love in the Time of Cholera", it is also a story about waiting.

The man waited for the woman for fifty-three years, seven months and eleven days for love.

From the moment he fell in love with her, he insisted on this love like faith for a lifetime.

You don't need to ask what the benefits are, and you don't have to wonder why you want to do it, that's faith.

Liu Ruyan feels that her love is faith, even if it seems stupid to others.

She opened the manuscript paper that was padded under the book, page by page, full of memories of Chen Ya.

That's the way she uses to protect her memory, write a little bit of her memories with him every day, read them every day, so that she can imprint him more deeply in her heart.

In the last few days, she has had a feeling that something is about to burst out of her shell.

Suddenly, she realized that all the energy of life was suddenly connected by a thread and pieced together into a complete shape.

She picked up the pen, pressed it on the paper, paused, and then wrote down a line:

"Offside cohabitation".

Then, after a moment's thought, she wrote:

"The story begins with the season when hyacinths are in full bloom......"

……

One early morning in March, Liu Ruyan suddenly noticed that the leaves of the pot of hyacinths that Chen Ya gave her had been hanging down for a long time.

Before you know it, it's the season of hyacinths again.

But the teacher's hyacinth did not bloom.

She put on her gloves and, with little effort, pulled up the poor plant, along with the roots.

It is undoubtedly dead, and the roots are rotten.

At this time, the door opened, and Chen Ya pushed the door in.

Liu Ruyan thought about many scenes of his reunion with her, but she didn't expect that when she saw him, she was wearing an apron and holding a rotten hyacinth in her hand.

A girl with long black hair walked out from behind Chen Ya, and when she saw Liu Ruyan, she wrinkled her nose and said in stiff Chinese:

"This is the woman you must see?"

Chen Ya only cared about looking at Liu Ruyan at this time, and nodded in his busy leisure.

The long black straight girl walked up to Liu Ruyan, pretending to cross her waist aggressively, as if she wanted to compete for qualifications, and at the same time to find out the news, she searched for words in her mind for a long time before asking:

"How long have you been in love with Ya?"

Like Florentino Ariza, the protagonist of "Love in the Time of Cholera", she has been preparing the answer every day and night for fifty-three years, seven months and eleven days (if she has been that long):

"For a lifetime." She said.