What’s the sweet, sad story? – It’s hot.
What’s the sweet, sad story? – What?
I accidentally double-clicked the head of the dead man:
I took a photo of my brother on the shoulder and said, “Come to my arms.”
Five minutes later, the man returns: Does your husband mind?
One.
As college graduation approached, I finally had the courage to write a letter of confession to Moo Yi.
Having waited a few days in a state of disquiet, he finally received a message of ceremonial courtesy one night.
Three words: come to my house?
I know it’s too soft, but it’s gone, even with a sexy little black dress that I never dared to wear.
On the way to his house, as if I had stepped on the clouds, and the whole man was about to float.
But when I pushed his door, I stopped.
The men in the living room have been drinking three times, looking at me and looking at me with a little obscurity.
And when he leaned lazily at the bar, with champagne in his long fingers, and his eyes in the light, and his eyes in the light.
“Ali, the new girlfriend?” I’m sorry.
“The students of the labs who work and pay for their work.” I’m sorry.
Yeah, four years in college, and my status was to be his assistant in his lab, quiet like shadows around him.
Dark love, like a chronic poison of the same taste, can see through years of silence into the bone marrow.
I showed him my heart when I didn’t press it.
“Look at this dress, it’s not just a student’s mind.” I’m sorry.
I stood in the eyes of people and held on to my skirt.
“Fung Mi-sama, help me clean up?” I’m sorry.
Ooh.
So he sent me to his house just to help me clean up the mess after the bar.
“Good. * I’m going to the kitchen with my head down *
“She likes you.” I’m sorry.
The men followed with a smile, and We were weak, and they saw clearly.
“You’re so fond of a little girl. I’m sorry.
I was ashamed to wash the cup with my head, but my heart jumped, and my ears were up and I looked forward to listening to the outside.
In the sound of the water, I whispered, “Don’t even think about it. I’m sorry.
And the man laughed: “You’re a pretty little girl and you’re not happy with the old cow eating the grass? I’m sorry.
“Who likes a disabled person?” I’m sorry.
Two.
I don’t know how I got out of the house at the time. I’m so sad to be down by the road crying for so long.
Yes, my left ear is deaf and my right ear is not bright enough to wear a hearing aid.
Aren’t people with disabilities worthy of love?
Self-esteem was stomped under his feet, and I vowed: I never liked him again.
In those days, my condition was so bad that my brother came to pick me up every day.
He’s been here a lot, and somehow there’s a rumor that I’m getting married.
This is ridiculous. I don’t explain it.
After getting the offer from an Ivy League college abroad, I left the country.
It was five years before the school threw the olive branch at me.
On the day I was introduced to the home school and moved to the new office, I flipped an old newspaper from the shelf.
Five years later, the news of the ceremony appeared suddenly.
Authoritative reporting of the line: the famous young physicist, Mr. Jianli, died in his home at 2 a.m. and was 32 years old.
And those who are in black and white, whose eyes are bright and warm, and whose eyes are as though they were laughter, but as though they were waterproof and far cold.
“Oh, isn’t this the time of the professor?” I’m sorry.
I was cold and my teeth were shaking, “How did he die?” I’m sorry.
“Sick. The students recalled that “in order to complete a study, he allegedly refused to be admitted to hospital for several years with medication. I’m sorry.
I was staring at the newspapers in my hands, and the voices of students in my ears were beginning to fade.
“It was almost two years ago, when the professor successfully studied the living regenerative earplugs, and died after those days. I’m sorry.
“Professor Fong, this is your office, which the professor used before. He was banned after he died. I’m sorry.
“I got it.” I’m sorry.
The students stopped saying, “You can call us if you need anything. I’m sorry.
After he went out, the door was lightened.
The offices that had just been cleaned were wide open and the green trees were shaking outside the windows, and the sun coming through was floating in dust.
I’m sitting in the sun, cold feet.
In fact, I’ve been thinking sometimes about the Fashion of Time all the time, and I’ve never wanted to see him again.
But it’s sad to know that I’ve never seen you again in my life.
I’ve been sitting here for a long time. I took out my phone and turned it over.
The last message on the chat page was for the third spring of my study abroad, when I was sent with a long-standing message of prayer.
Fong-mei-sensei, good New Year.
Think of it as his last spring.
But I was holding on to him, and he blamed him, and I didn’t want to return it.
I shivered my hands over and over his head.
If I’d known, I’d at least see him again.
It was insinuated in a disorderly mood, and suddenly the cell phone shook.
I was surprised to find out that I accidentally double-clicked his head:
I took a photo of my brother on the shoulder and said, “Come to my arms.”
3
The sad mood hasn’t come out yet, and I’ve been confused by the phrase “Brother come in my arms”.
Yeah.
But it was set by each other.
In other words, it’s time for me to come to my arms.
Is it such a good time?
I haven’t been able to get through the shock, and I’ve slowly appeared in the chat box.
Time: Does your husband mind?
My body is shaking and the dead are coming back.
No, how is that possible?
He died almost two years ago.
Somebody must have used his phone after he died.
I asked: Who are you?
The first second back: the time.
After that, I said, “Fong-mi, you can’t even give me a note?
The tone, the name, is so familiar.
But I don’t believe in evil: Don’t pretend. I already know the time has passed. Why are you pretending to be him?
This time, the head was silent for a few minutes.
I was nervous to rush: Say something.
I’m sorry.
I: ?
Time salute: I’m a time gift. I’m lying in a coffin talking to you.
I see in my head the appearance of a man acting like a man, shuddering in his heart.
Did I see a ghost?
Then the Qur’an was filled with a saying: “It’s dark around you, are you afraid?”
When my hands were shaking, my cell phone almost fell off my hands.
If it wasn’t someone who made a deliberate prank on his phone, then it was a ghost?
I quickly ordered an invitation to speak, and my heart mentioned my voice.
Finally, he answered.
But there’s nothing on the phone.
Just like he was really in a closed, dark space, no wind, no voice.
The sound of my tremor slipped out of my lips: “When is it?” I’m sorry.
“Well, it’s me.” I’m sorry.
The phone slipped out of my hand, and I was too busy to pick it up.
It’s a time of laughter. It’s a low laughter.
I can’t believe this.
I’d rather believe in parallel time and space as a physicist.
Even though this idea is crazy, I’m screaming, “What is the date of the day on your side?” I’m sorry.
“May 11, 2018. I’m sorry.
And it seemed as if I had made it impervious, and made fun of me: “I am in a coffin, and time is the same as yours. I’m sorry.
4
Listening to this time, I can’t help it any longer, my eyes are sore.
Different.
He’s in 2018, and I’m in 2021.
Between us, three years apart.
“When I say I’m Fong-mi in 2021, do you believe me? I’m sorry.
A few “drops” came in the microphone and the call was hung up.
I’m in the mood of watching quiet chat pages, and he thinks I’m crazy.
After all, who dares to believe something so ridiculous?
Ten minutes later, there was a message of humor: sorry, the signal in the coffin wasn’t very good.
I don’t know whether to cry or laugh.
Remember, a man carves a gentleman in his bones, and a man who is in front of me is unwittingly able to reveal some scattered evil.
Bad midgets are a little funny, so I used to think he was so different from me.
It was only later that he knew that he was so cold in his wandering gesture.
With restraint, I ask: “Do you believe?”
Times: Letter.
I: Why?
The chat box shows that the other side is entering, but has not seen the news of the chili.
I thought the professor of physics was writing a long speech and telling me how to talk over time.
Unexpectedly, he sent a short sentence after a long time.
I believe everything he says.
I’m staring at it again and again, and it’s stinging: Oh, you believe what people with disabilities say.
Time has come to silence again.
Just when I thought he wouldn’t talk to me again, he took off the subject: 27-year-old Fanmi, how are you?
I’m stupored to him: well, it’s a good thing to learn, not only to be brought back to your home school, but also to take over your office.
Time: Well, it’s good.
I can’t stand it.
It’s a sad thing to say: “Thousands, you see, people with disabilities can glow and people can like it.”
Again, the other side was entering for a long time, and he seemed to talk and stop talking.
Finally, time gift: Excuse me, what is the next lottery number?
I:
What the fuck is this, a man?
Son of a bitch.
And I said with indignation: “Thou art not a thing.”
5
I got drunk with my girlfriend at night.
“When I was so sad, he asked me for the lottery number.” I’m sorry.
I was so sad, I cried and cried, “And even worse, even though I yelled at him, I felt a little regret afterwards, wondering if he really needed money. I’m sorry.
I learned about my conversation in the middle of the hour, and I came back from the shock and noded: “You’re not in a good mood. I’m sorry.
“What good is it? He can’t see it. I’m sorry.
I don’t know if I’ll die in over a year.
All these years I’ve been obsessed with trying to get better and better, and madly chasing his footsteps, hoping that one day he will admit himself blind.
But he’s dead.
“Isn’t he sick and untreated?” Maybe he’s really short of money, in addition to being drunk? I’m sorry.
I’m holding a bottle.
“If, I mean, if, if you could get four years ago, would he still be alive? I’m sorry.
“So you’ll have a chance to see him again? I’m sorry.
I’m shocked by the lull, the alcohol, the confusion.
“Of course, force change in the past may also trigger a butterfly effect and no one knows what will become in the future. She went on to say, “Can you see each other again, maybe.” I’m sorry.
And suddenly, in a confusion, I saw a light.
“I don’t care, I’ll tell him the lottery number.” I’m sorry.
We’ve got the award number on the Internet, and I’ve given the time gift.
In the middle of the night, I was afraid he wouldn’t be able to see it in time.
Fortunately, he answered.
And when we did not speak to him, I cried out, “When the time comes, I told you the winning number, go and buy it.” I’m sorry.
The time has come for silence.
On alcohol, it’s like I’m in the middle of the air. I can’t control anything.
“When you get the money, you go and get it.” I’m sorry.
When I thought he was going to die, my heart broke, and I couldn’t help but cry to him, “Don’t die.” I’m sorry.
Early in the morning and autumn, the cold wind traveled through the buildings, blowing away the lights of the far side.
There’s silence everywhere, and my crying is running.
“I’m a fool.” I’m sorry.
“I’m stupid. I can’t see how much you’ve hated me. I’m sorry.
I’m not really a good person, or even a little dull.
It’s only when you’ve had too much to drink.
And I choked with my heart: “Thou shalt be humbled, I beg you, do not die.” I’m sorry.
Even if he really doesn’t like me as a handicapped person, I want him alive and well.
It’s supposed to be the time to move the phone, and there’s a cold cough in the microphone.
When he speaks again, his voice is filled with incomprehensible sand, as if it were torn by pain.
It’s just his tone, it’s too gentle, “Don’t cry, it hurts more.” I’m sorry.
My heart is all up and I ask, “Where does it hurt? I’m sorry.
“It hurts. I’m sorry.
Six.
I woke up the next day and I watched.
Thinking of his “heartache” and his “deepness.”
This guy, I’m getting confused.
I’m still in a bad mood to ask, “Did you buy the lottery?”
He came back fast: Why, want to split?
I couldn’t say anything.
What a dog.
The person who gave me obscurantism last night, in the middle of the day, was like, everything last night was a dream.
I was so pissed I didn’t look for him for days.
It’s not like I’m the only one who’s ever been here.
Until this evening, when a class is over, I’m ready to leave.
“Professor Fong, it’s true that you’re a student of the current professor.” I’m sorry.
“Well, I’ve heard a few lessons. I’m sorry.
Time gift is a specially hired professor with few lessons, but each time it is overcrowded.
The course that was taught at that time became even a trend, and every time the school network was crushed.
“Can I ask you a personal question? She’s a little embarrassed, and we’re half-generous, and she says, “All the students are talking about is it true that the new professor is a couple? I’m sorry.
Oh, I see.
How dare these bastards come to listen to gossip.
“No, I can’t help but stand and shake my head.” I’m sorry.
No, the female students clearly disbelieved and said, “Oh, how is that possible?” I’m sorry.
I lost my smile in a moment: “You’re disappointed, my friend? I’m sorry.
Since the call, I have heard many students whispering about my relationship with Twilight.
That’s not true. They dare ask.
She rushed the evidence to convince me that you were lying to me, and both the seniors and the seniors had spoken, and that the professor had made the living regenerative snail his last study for you. I’m sorry.
“And also named after you.” I’m sorry.
The students in the classroom left, and the space was splendored and the wind through the windows was blowing up and down.
I wondered, “What’s the name?” I’m sorry.
“Ming, don’t you know?”
“There are others in the school forum who wrote your post and that of the current professor, as if it were a sacrifice for their lives – the sound of Fong-mi. I’m sorry.
She lamented that I felt like an electric snail in my ear piercing the ear and suffering from headaches.
This pain lasted a long time, and I came home to my whole body.
I’ve been sitting here for a long time.
I don’t know what to say.
It seems that many things were hidden in the unknown years, hidden and undisguised.
It’s amazing that I haven’t sent it yet, but it’s time to write.
It’s still a twirling gesture: so hard to say, really asking me to split money?
7
To see him too strongly, I had no time to look at his twirling, and struck a line: I wanted to look at you.
I didn’t think I’d ask for that, and then the hymn suddenly stopped.
I didn’t wait for his answer to call the video call.
He did not answer, nor did he strangle, and the bell continued to spin in the silent night.
The headaches hit me so hard I strangled on the couch.
With the pain, it’s like, “Twilight salute, you son of a bitch.”
A line of words is sent out, and the eye follows the pneumatic acid.
If you were so hard on me, you’d have to go to hell.
But when I tried to get close again, he refused to respond.
Just as I was almost desperate, the video phone rings.
I wanted to see him, and I was so scared.
The hands and feet climbed up and sat on the sofa and organized the mess of the hair, so I couldn’t have asked for a listening key.
The screen flashes, I hold my breath and my heart seems to have stopped.
The footage, it seems to be static.
The night was covered, the cold fire was thrown into the window, and it was broken into countless pieces, and he sat under the window in a scrawny, thin, distant dream.
He overtook his head and smiled at the camera, and the moon was covered with two thin eyelids, warm and silent.
“Tell me, how am I an asshole? I’m sorry.
Anyone who sees such a beautiful person will look forward to it.
But right now, I’m not happy.
“When did this happen?” I’m sorry.
He knew that I was asking about his wheelchair, and his lips were soft and soft.
“I can’t remember, for years. I’m sorry.
It is as if he is not the one who sits in a wheelchair like a disabled person.
The pain of grief spreads from the chest to sores.
I rushed to remove the camera from my face and to smash it down one by one.
I was wrong.
I thought he was humiliating me.
I didn’t know he was talking about a disabled person.
The air is so quiet, it’s so quiet, it’s so quiet, it’s like, “I’m crying again. I’m sorry.
“I’m afraid you’ll see. I’m sorry.
I couldn’t cry, I couldn’t say a word.
Time and manners threaten, “Just ignore me and die.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t think he’d do that, but I took my time and turned my phone camera over to my face.
Although the cell phone has been deliberately pulled away, the eyes are too red to hide.
“It’s been so many years, it’s not going to change.” I’m sorry.
Why don’t you let me know?
What do you like about people with disabilities?
Is it illegal?
It’s time to see it, to pick up the horn of the lips: “It’s a little tempered. I’m sorry.
I looked him in the eye and wanted to say a word, and I swept his hand and choked.
The wind of the night lays on the white veil on both sides of the window, while the ceremonial back was turned to the window, the hands on both sides of the wheelchair were fixed in cold and white and the wristbone was prominent.
Skinny. More skinny than ever.
Skinny.
If you want to talk nicely, you’ll get a sting with a mouth: “No food without me cooking for you? I’m sorry.
The man is too obscurantistic, except for research.
I should have known that sooner or later this world would not last.
“Well, it’s your fault that you’ve spoiled my appetite.” I’m sorry.
I’m not gonna narcissistic to the point that he can’t do it without me, but I can’t help it.
If I hadn’t mistakenly stayed with him, would it have been another end?
“Thou shalt bow. I’m sorry.
I’m listening.
I’m sure I’m looking at him, and my eyes are red. I’m sorry.
8
You can’t touch a man when he’s in front of you.
I want to see him, I want to hug him, I want to really touch him.
Even if it’s a million miles, I can always expect to see you again and again.
How can we hug them?
And when it was dark in his eyes, he pressed his eye, and he said, “A fool. I’m sorry.
“Why don’t you answer my letter?” If you return, I won’t leave. I’m sorry.
He again lamented: “I believe, I have returned. I’m sorry.
I watched him blindly. Did he reply? Why didn’t I get it.
Asking him, he said again, “Stop saying stupid things, and no one should have to put an ink on him as compared to your bright life.” I’m sorry.
In my memory, the ritual never talks to people about their lives.
It is now a bit heavy to come out of his mouth.
“Don’t let anyone stop you from going to a better future, neither can I. I’m sorry.
How can I hear it, and shake my head, and say, ‘Stop preaching and I will decide for myself.’ I’m sorry.
The time has come when he has a mouth that stops, and his eye is a few indignant pains.
And the night was darkened, and the moon was covered in cold, and he was in the cold, devoured by loneliness.
It was like the moon was in my heart, and it turned into a knife that blurped the heart.
The kind that longs to see his sense of urgency, his heart burns.
“It must have been hard for a man to walk this far.” I’m sorry.
“Then don’t look back. Keep going. I’m sorry.
I suddenly had a feeling that the gift would disappear again.
And remember, at the end of the day, “Famya, it’s good to see you again. That’s enough.” I’m sorry.
And We cried out to him in panic, and We broke the sound.
He reached out to the phone and covered the camera.
There was only a darkness on the other side, and his voice was still in it.
“Give me time to get past it. I’m sorry.
The voice fell, the conversation was over, and all I felt was that the blood in my body was cold in a second.
He tried and tried to send him a message, and I was blacked out.
I have been obstinately sending countless messages.
It’s like a sea of stone and no reply.
I know he won’t talk to me anymore.
Those who are so rationally restrained by time, once a decision has been taken, they will remain steadfast.
The dark ink gravitated on people, and I looked at the screen, and it went out, and I felt the pain in the chest.
It’s kind of hard to say goodbye.
The end and the beginning, he’s overkilled.
And with tears I send a message that he will never receive: “True, I hate you.”
But not as much as a million.
9
The story begins years ago.
The well-known Professors ‘ Laboratory recruited assistants and the students to be recruited were placed in a long list.
And many came to them in their names, and I was poor.
On that day, the teacher in charge of the interview rejected me when I was wearing a hearing aid or even talking.
She just said I wasn’t fit, but it was euphemism.
But I can see in her eyes that there’s a slight obscurity.
In fact, I’ve seen it so many times that I can’t talk about it, and it’s just that I can’t remember.
It’s probably because of this prejudice, from a teacher I respect.
And when We turned our heads and left, We slammed upon a man by accident, and in a state of panic We turned to a blind eye.
The office was empty, the sunset was covered, and he was slightly thinned with a thin circle of orange light and immersed in the sunset.
His hands held me steady, his short eyes met, and he frowned.
The teacher behind him respectfully called him: “Professor of Time.” I’m sorry.
“Why do you want to be an assistant at the lab?” I’m sorry.
I waited, and then I reacted with my head down and I said, “Poor.” I’m sorry.
Working hard has become an essential part of my college time, and the lab assistant for fashion is the best choice.
While self-reliance is nothing to be ashamed of, speaking in front of so many people, the self-esteem of young girls remains embarrassing.
The résumés in hand were removed and the voice of the ceremonial laughter fell down.
“Well, I hired an assistant because I was lazy. I’m sorry.
It’s just a little bit fun, and it’s just a little laughter around.
He looked at my résumé, looked back at me, and he was politely focused: “Fong-mi, we can really get along.” I’m sorry.
The name “Famei” came out of his lips and struck me with gentle warmth.
Being so kind, he wanted to give back more.
And the moving heart of the maidens was a fire which was set on fire in the wilderness of the summer, and it burned to the ground.
The time was so cold and quiet that he didn’t like the crowd, he didn’t like the sun, and most of his time was in the laboratory.
And those who hide in darkness, and focus on the burning of the sun as a fire.
I saw the fire in countless darknesses.
He doesn’t talk, he thinks in silence for a lot of time, and we usually have only a few conversations a day.
It’s like this. It’s been a long time around him.
When he lifts his hand, I know what he wants.
I looked at him and he knew what I was thinking.
He said I love to cry, but it’s true.
Four years with him, I’ve done nothing but cry.
Why are you crying?
He accidentally burned his hand during the experiment and I had red eyes.
As soon as he went into the lab, he kept going on and on and on, I remembered the news of his death, and I told him not to listen.
He was sick, and I kept my tears in front of his bed.
Maybe he knew that the little girl was not a crybaby, but that she used to cry because she loved him.
But a gentleman like him has never exceeded his limits.
In those years, He comforted me with His most gentle gestures, countless times.
But that’s the kind of person that always compromises in my tears.
I’m a red-eyed man, and he’s gonna listen.
“I have found myself a small ancestor.” I’m sorry.
It’s a rare, lovely moment of time, vivid.
So that afterward We could remember him easily, so that he alive prevailed over all the mountains and the sun and the moon.
Those years, that was our time.
Our distance is closer than anyone.
But we, not lovers.
10
I took a couple of days off after I broke up with the time limit.
I don’t know what to do to ease the mood, but after a lunch, I drove alone to the cemetery.
It’s a surprise someone got here before me.
Women hear footsteps, turn their heads, and their eyes are red.
My memory has always been very good, and between the lightning pebbles, I remember the scene when he called me home years ago after I had spoken with him.
Yes, she leaned on the shoulder of the hour, calling for the hour “Ali”.
Their intimate looks were the first blow I had that night.
“Famya. “The woman called out my name.
I didn’t mean to explore how she knew it, but I put a little nod in her head, and placed a beam of sunflower under a black tablet.
“You remember he likes sunflower. “The woman looked at me, and she had an accident, and she was happy.
“He doesn’t like flowers. I’m sorry.
The house and the lab, there’s never anything left.
One day, I went to his house and went through a flower stand, and suddenly he came in and thought he’d buy a bouquet of flowers, and he might feel better.
I took a photo and sent him a picture of what you like.
He simply went back: he didn’t like it.
I couldn’t help but miss out on the screen and he seemed to notice my emotions.
And it’s like, “I’m looking at the picture, and I think it’s the best sunflower in there.
After that, Sunflower became a regular in his family.
Time and time are often sitting in front of windows to read books in a quiet manner, with a few yellow sunflowers spreading.
Time is too quiet to be forgotten, to remain in my mind.
“How can anyone not like flowers? Women laugh.
She went on to say, “My brother is a pain in the ass, and he never talks about what he likes.” I’m sorry.
Brother? I’m shocked.
“Yeah, he’s real, but he’s not close to me. “Of course, he’s not close to anyone, except you.” I’m sorry.
I want to argue, and I can’t.
It seems that in those years, it was indeed strange and isolated, with few people travelling.
And she looked at the picture on the tombstone, and she said, “It’s amazing how people are connected to each other, and people like him can be so heartbroken. I’m sorry.
She smiled at me, shrugged her shoulder, “I didn’t think so. I’m sorry.
She had a lot of fun talking to me.
The other night, when I ran away with tears, she looked at the scene and said, “The little girl’s gonna cry, she doesn’t feel bad. I’m sorry.
It’s quiet. It’s a lot of wine.
He had always been restrained and had been drunk the other day and had spoken with her sister.
He said, “The eyes of the little ones are red, and it hurts everyone. I’m sorry.
So, when he first met, he moved on.
And the time referred to Me and him, and said: “It is wonderful that a single soul meets one of its kind, and I think that she and I are the best of all.” I’m sorry.
Those four years were his company, comfort, and a blessing.
She asked him, “Why not go after him? I’m sorry.
“It is a sin to die if you are unable to give a future and you are still willing to give her hope.” I’m sorry.
And the story ended, and she rubbed her eyelids: “I didn’t know what he meant by that until his illness could no longer be hidden.” I’m sorry.
She was struck by the death of a gift when she wanted to come, and the woman who was so beautiful had a thin spot.
She crouched down and she choked: “In your first year abroad, he was sick enough to stand up. I’m sorry.
The wind blows through a low green tree, and it rings, and it passes through my ears, and there is nothing in my head.
And when she was gone, she advised me, “Go and try the sound, it is his heart.” I’m sorry.
Eleven.
Looking at the shadow of her departure, I suddenly thought of something, and fast pursued it.
“Sir. I’ll call her, “Can I have a look at the professor’s relics? I’m sorry.
Most of her time-serving emotions are his things.
That’s what I expected anyway.
She looked back at me and didn’t talk.
I don’t know how to explain the call from time to time.
“Don’t you have the keys to his house? “We didn’t move anything in the house. You can look at anything you want.” I’m sorry.
“Thank you. I’m sorry.
She smiled. She didn’t say much.
I left the cemetery and I went home.
Before I left the country, I carefully locked everything about him in a drawer, and it worked.
Five years later, he walked into his house again, like a dead man.
The house was set up as it was, even with dry sunflowers on the cupboards in front of the windows, and the wind was blown to pieces.
The house was sealed and never came, and everything was covered in dust.
I found his cell phone in the drawer in the study.
Scratch it. Put the charge down.
Fortunately, after almost two years of his death, his mobile phone was stronger than his owner and was functional.
Fortunately, his mobile phone number had not been written off and there was still a large account balance.
Waiting.
I remember that I picked it up in the old market. I didn’t have much money, but it was a big deal for me when I was a poor guy.
I can’t help it. I can’t see his house empty. I’ve always been careful to buy small things and stuff them.
The time gift liked old objects, the wooden box, and he left it on the desk.
And then he took it very seriously: “Thank you, Fong Mi, I’ll take care of it.” I’m sorry.
His serious gestures, usually a little bit curry, murmured and said, “Let’s use it for the most important things.” I’m sorry.
It is clear that his life is so simple that nothing is important to him.
So for a long time, it was empty.
Open it again at this time, and I’m surprised to find that there are two letters in the box.
One of them was a confession I wrote him when I graduated.
In the modern age of communication, I was influenced by fashion, I liked old objects, I liked to live in unhurried, warm and slow, and I stood by the little romance of the slow age.
Write a letter full of ink, and send it slowly into his hand, and the words of confession are implicit, but love has its measure.
Under my letter of confession is a letter of honor.
I’m holding the yellow letterhead, and I’m ready.
Turns out he wrote back here.
Pull the curtains and I sit in the chair in front of the window and open his letter.
The sun goes through the pane of the window, the dust is the same as the light, the letterhead is spread out, and the letters of return that are hidden in the years are revealed.
Fanmi-san, show me the pleasure.
The door of the balcony is open, the branch of the green tree outside has grown under the bars, and the sun is right, and I am writing you back here.
Your letters, I’ve looked through them several times, and they’re heartless.
I’m happy and I’m sorry that I can’t be with you, but I don’t know what to do.
I am about to go this far, and love is hopeless, and it will not be forgiven.
I hear that you are about to go to his land to study, and that you have a good career, and I am pleased alone.
Fanmi-sama, there’s always something wrong with angels coming to us, so don’t be sad about prejudice.
The road ahead must be bright, and flowers will bloom for you.
I’m fine here, meeting one by one with a friend, and I drank last night in secret for a long time.
I’m going to buy some sunflowers around the corner when I get back to you.
Life comes and goes. Please don’t feel sorry for my departure.
The winter sun taught people to be lazy, and I was trapped and my eyes were sour.
Then stop writing.
May my girl be old and well.
12
It’s not too long or hard to understand, but I’ve seen it for a long time.
And between words, there is a rare inkbone of the man, and the hymn is long.
I’ve seen him before, and I’ve always been too impatient, too much to want, and then I’ve got my emotions coming up and down.
He saw his letter, but it was peaceful.
He’s a man of his own comfort.
I sat in the sun and opened it.
What happened in the past is really going to take over in the future.
Mine.
Almost an hour later, the message came back.
A series of ellipses: …
He’s really smart. He reacts very quickly.
I’m: Uh, I’m sitting on the balcony of your study.
The phrase seemed familiar, and he asked: “Did you read the letter?”
He’s already got the answer. He doesn’t need me to answer it, and he’s like, “I forgot to tell you.”
I’m: What?
Time: I died in your current position.
The sun was warm, and the house was still cold, and I bended my lips: And?
It’s still scary: ghosts in the house.
I said, “That’s good. You let him out.”
I stopped and I laughed: I missed him.
The last moment was pristine.
I looked at the chat page, and I finally got two words.
– I’m here.
Almost without thinking, I knew what he meant, and wanted to come at the moment, and he was sitting in a rocking chair under the balcony.
We are in the same position, but two spaces that do not overlap.
It is so close and so remote to reach.
I looked out the window, and the stakes had already crossed the fence, and the winter came to spring, and it was going so fast.
Seems like everything’s fine without that guy, nothing’s wrong.
Turning back to the phone screen, I knocked with determination: “The time is coming, I’ll be here waiting for you.”
– If you don’t come, I’ll find you.
The world is beautiful, but I never doubted that he is worth pursuing more than this.
He hasn’t spoken for a long time, and I can imagine that at this point he must have looked at his mobile phone wrinkled or, again, sighs.
And I said, “Do not try to persuade me, nor groan for my groaning, and live with your hard work.”
Martyrity is never an old legend. It’s a journey.
Until then, the courtesies did not reply.
But I’m sure he understands everything.
It took me an afternoon to clean up his house and leave.
As we passed through the roadside shop, the flowers were set right at the door of the flower shop, and the bright sunflowers were set on the sun.
“Oh, it’s you. I’m sorry.
And she pointed at the side of the road without waiting for me, and said: I used to set up a stand on it, and you used to buy sunflowers. I’m sorry.
“I remember.” I noded.
She cried with her apron, and she said, “Does the professor come back when he heard you were abroad?” I’m sorry.
“Well, come back. “Did he come to buy flowers often?” I’m sorry.
“Yes, for a while he was also here, and then he was not well enough, so I gave it to him, and the two years before he said he was going on a trip, I didn’t. I’m sorry.
See, the man of the hour, even the lie speaks softly.
And I reached out with a bunch of sunflowers, and she laughed, “You and the professor are so fond of sunflowers.” I’m sorry.
“He picked it, and I get used to it. I’m sorry.
She’s very talkative, and she says, “The sunflower is the best for someone who’s in love, and he must have loved it for years. I’m sorry.
I’m stunned. I just happen to have a guest. She’s busy.
And then I realized when I saw the bouquet of sunflower.
Turns out my secret love of those years, he’s been silent for a long time.
We love each other in silence for many years.
13
The subject of life and death was too heavy, and the ritual was deliberately avoided, and the topic of the day was never changed.
Contacts count as frequent.
I’m so sick of petty people who can talk about an endless desire for sharing.
I’ll take a picture of him some evening with a warm wind and sunset.
I’ll talk to him.
You have to tell him everything.
He listens more often, I know he understands.
And We tried to tell him without trace: I and this beautiful world are waiting for him.
None of us knows what the future will be, but we are working really hard.
It’s time to eat, to sleep, to take medicine.
I’m afraid I’ll think about it. He’ll be able to make it happen.
When he sleeps and wakes up and takes his medications and goes to the hospital, he sends it to me exactly.
He’s usually a light gesture: Fumiya-san, I’m on my card.
We are all trying to dilute the unknown future and cherish the moment when we can still sense each other.
He has never given me any commitment, but he is trying to come to me.
At the end of the year, my brother got married.
I taped a little wedding video for the time gift.
And remembering what he used to do, he said, “My husband married someone else.” I’m sorry.
That’s the way it goes. I’m not thinking.
The sound of the noise around me, I hold my cell phone, and I jump out with one word and one word: “So, then, can you come to my arms now?”
And it was not in his mind that he was in such a state, that I was in such a state as to put him in trouble.
His silence should be a matter of thought.
The wedding was adjourned and the ceremony was still unanswered.
I sighs, I look through the weather.
Then I’ll send him a message: It’s gonna rain at night.
After the message, I drove back.
The sound of music flowed in the car, the car drove in three circles, and there was a nice breeze and suddenly it rained.
In the evening, when the rest of the evening fell, the night began, a long flow of cars was blocked, and a taillight ran for miles in the rain.
That’s when the voice of the hour was called.
His voice was down in the microphone: “It’s raining and the traffic’s blocked. I’m sorry.
I look forward to the stagnating traffic, and I’m kidding, “At the Three Rings?” I’m sorry.
“How do you know? I’m sorry.
I didn’t think it was true. I laughed, “Well, I’m here. I’m sorry.
It was almost unconscious, and I looked out the window and I knew clearly that we could not meet even in the same place.
“Looking out the window? I’m sorry.
“I believe you too. I’m sorry.
It’s the usual call, and suddenly it’s a little more sad.
We all know this atmosphere.
The head was quiet for a while, and the voice was a little mute when it opened up: “Fongmi, answer to that question.” I’m sorry.
In his nature, I think he’s trying to make sense again.
I interrupted him first, “When I met him, I’ll talk to him later.” I’m sorry.
I’ll see you around.
At 7:00 p.m., the storm flooded the world’s noise.
I heard him say, “I love you. I’m sorry.
14
The day of the drive home was blocked for a long time.
The rain struck the city, and the light on the side of the road pierced through the curtain and was on its way home.
My heart floats like a cloud.
At the beginning of the decade, the people I love have an echo.
We fell in love in time and silence.
For thousands of miles in the world, fate will always be the most wonderful gesture, giving flowers and applause to those who are determined.
I went to the house more often, at the end of every busy evening, to turn on his cell phone and connect him to the other side of the video, on my side of the scene.
It’s amazing that we do our own things in different places.
He’s the most comfortable person in the world to read my play.
One time I was watching the play, it was just too much, not for half a day.
When you’re done, you stare at me for how long.
I was a little embarrassed to cover my face: “Oh, don’t look, you’re shy. I’m sorry.
“Look at me, we’re even.” I’m sorry.
I said, “No, no, no. I’m sorry.
It’s a little incoherent, but if it’s on a normal couple, it’s a little flirt.
But when I’m here, there’s something else.
As soon as I got out of the way, I realized something was wrong, and it was true that the darkness of the eyes of the modern courteous had faded.
“Sorry. I’m sorry.
I was so upset, “Don’t say sorry. You’re the best.” I’m sorry.
There’s nothing wrong with him. His existence is the best meaning of love.
“Please, don’t you think our date is so cool?” I’m sorry.
The ritual never lets one’s emotions affect others, and immediately disappears.
He looked at me and he smiled at me, “Well, that’s cool.” I’m sorry.
We all express our love well in days when we cannot.
And one day after that, I came back to the house and suddenly someone knocked.
The door was opened, and the owner of the flower shop downstairs stood in the hall with a bunch of red roses: “The last time I was busy, the professor ordered flowers from me before he left, so I could give them to you when you came back.” I’m sorry.
“How did you do that?” I’m sorry.
“Imbeciles, a time gift in 2018, ordered flowers for Fumi in 2021. It’s no big deal. I’m sorry.
I see.
It takes only a few hours to book it in advance, and the flower shop is willing to accept it, which is a few years later, and the flowers can still be delivered.
See, if you have a heart, someone who loves you can always think of a way to make you happy.
I was touched, and I was joking in my mouth: “A blind man, you found something. I’m sorry.
2g Old men who don’t surf can’t understand and have cute question marks on their faces.
I caught a chance and I said, “There’s something you don’t understand. I’m sorry.
I’ve been making fun of you, and I’ve been laughing a little bit, “The blind don’t sound good, let’s call it–“
He hanged himself, and I asked, “What’s his name?” I’m sorry.
“Call sir. I’m sorry.
He had a bad smile on his lips, and I reacted at once, Mr. Pie.
“Thou shalt take advantage of me. I’m sorry.
The smile on the face of the Twilight has grown wider, and my face has become red.
15
Since the delivery of the flowers in time, the charades have remained idle.
He’s a human being who seems to be dreary, but he’s got a little romance in his bones.
Apart from the daily delivery of flowers, he can nuancely arrange the gifts he can deliver on every holiday, and I am surrounded by countless surprises, and the more he invents.
Seems like he can’t send himself to me.
We are all trying to erase that regret and love each other with joy.
It’s been a long time. My house is full of small items from the time gift.
One time I came to my house and looked at my babies, and I couldn’t help it.
“You’re the only one who’s ever been in love. I’m sorry.
“That is. I’m sorry.
She’s the only one who knows about me and the time manners. There are so many sweet things I can’t help sharing with her.
It’s pride, satisfaction, to introduce him to the world.
“It’s nice, but…” “I’m happy and I’m happy.
“But what?”
She thought about it, and she said, “It may be inappropriate to say it, but you are in danger of drinking and thirst. I’m sorry.
Undeniably, she singled out this relationship and my heart was shaking.
I’ve known this all along.
“Absolutely, without fear of a future that is less than desired. I’m sorry.
“I do not advise thee except that ye may be given what ye wish. I’m sorry.
This fate has yet to come to an end, and both I and I are working hard to get to the end.
Soon after, in 2019, in early June, I received news that he was going abroad for treatment.
I asked him, “Didn’t the treatment work?” I’m sorry.
Before that, he went to the hospital and showed me a better day than a day.
“Take it easy. “I’m fine, I’m out for better, not because of the deterioration.” I’m sorry.
And through the screen, his eyes were as bright as the stars, full of hope, as true faith.
I believe it.
In the next few months, everything was normal, except that the number of video calls was lower and the connection was still close.
This happened at the end of October, when I woke up that morning and I looked at the weather in L.A. as usual.
And send him a message: Today is a good day for you.
And he did not return at noon, and I was obstinate with him as I had been: in the morning there were students who came to ask me about you, and they worshiped you.
And add: Me too.
My professor, he was as bright as ever for a long time.
At night, there was still no movement on the other side.
As soon as a voice call was made, no one answered.
I was completely scared, and for a year and a half, I was given a minute and a half before the surgery.
He’s afraid he can’t write back. I’ll think about it.
This is the first time that this has been directly lost.
All night long I was holding my cell phone, sleeping and suddenly waking up, and I thought he was back.
Until the evening of the next day, he did not receive any words.
16
In the evening of October, the wind caught a cool air in the skin, and my hands and feet were cold.
This year of love, almost two years later, when the fear of an unknown past, which we are trying to dilute, grew mad.
I have anticipated countless results.
The best result is that his condition suddenly changed and he couldn’t tell me.
It’s a little bit worse than that, and it’s been cut in the middle of time.
And the worst result was that he died in that space and time.
I couldn’t find the answer, standing in the school shade like a child.
I don’t know what I’m looking at.
“Professor Fong.” I’m sorry.
As I woke up in a dream, I grabbed his arm and asked, “Do you remember when the professor died?” I’m sorry.
He thought, “On the school famous list, I remember it was October 9, 2019. I’m sorry.
I just feel like something’s blowing up in my head, and it’s glowing, and the world is silent.
“Professor Fong, what happened to you?” I’m sorry.
My lips tried to answer him, but there was no sound.
By time, yesterday was the day of October 9th, 2019, the time of his death.
The last of these was the complete collapse of his mind, and the call stopped after his death.
Never connect again.
My moon will never rise again.
Sadness has accumulated in my chest, and I have been unable to control it, crouching on the side of the road and crying without any image.
The students were scared and they pulled out of their backpacks and handed them to me.
I didn’t answer it. He was lying around for a while, and he was careful to ask, “Professor Fong, are you all right? I’m sorry.
Teenages also have a chance to taste the loss of their loved ones and do not understand why I am so heartbroken.
Pure as he was.
After this day, it was as if We had been drained of all the strength, and the days were dark.
I don’t remember the first day I was locked up in my house, and I was dazed and dragged.
“What happened to you? I’m sorry.
I didn’t even have the strength to sit up, and she was so scared that she even came out to pour me a glass of water.
“What’s wrong with you?” She put the cup to my lips, and I had to drink it.
I opened my mouth and watered it down my throat, and it was a stupor.
I can’t even throw up.
I cried so hard, I cried again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again.
She frowned, “You looking for him?”
“I couldn’t reach him, he disappeared again. I’m sorry.
And he said, “When did you reach the professor?” I’m sorry.
I was in mourning, and I heard her, and I was whispering.
“You don’t remember? I’m sorry.
“What do I remember?” I’m sorry.
I’m stupid, too. Get your phone on.
I didn’t think so. Open it.
I can’t believe all the chats I had with Fashion had disappeared.
Me and his chat record, back to the beginning.
On the third spring of my country, he sent me a message of prayer: “Famya-san, good New Year, and good old and happy.”
“How could this be? I’m sorry.
I’ve been searching for it in a panic, but no matter what I do, I still can’t find any trace of my conversation with Twilight.
“What’s wrong with you?” I’m sorry.
I stayed and watched her, and this moment I even suspected myself of being mentally ill.
It’s like I’ve been having a ridiculous dream for years.
17
My world’s phantom, what’s real, what’s fake, what’s not.
“It’s impossible, it’s impossible…” I’m like I’m in a dream and I’m crawling to find evidence of the time.
Get up too fast, and the head is stunned.
I fell by the bed.
It’s crazy. It scares the swam.
“Famy, wake up. I’m sorry.
My head is shaking and my head is cracking.
At this moment, the strange memories come in like a flower.
It’s like playing a movie in my head, and it’s a lively picture.
In the courtyard of an exotic country, when the breeze coincided with the winter afternoon, a well-dressed man sat at the table below the porch, with half the books on his knees.
The maid led the young girl closer: “Professor, your guest is here.” I’m sorry.
The eyes looked out and the eyes stopped slightly on her face.
A moment later, he moved away and smiled: “Fammy, sit down. I’m sorry.
The girl didn’t move, looked straight at him and didn’t speak.
It reached out to her to pour her tea, intentionally and inadvertently, and the hot tea fell between her fingers, and the skin appeared red.
She finally made a move, bent over his teapot and whispered, “Not even a cup of tea is good.” I’m sorry.
“What do you want me to do?” I’m sorry.
“Come, you are the answer.” I’m sorry.
This is their first meeting.
The girl had visited him several times in the coming months, with little talk and little common.
And the last time she met, she left, and said, “I’m going back.” I’m sorry.
She hangs and then heads down.
When a copper-colored street light came up, she raised her head and asked, “Professor, can I borrow your phone?” I’m sorry.
She looked at her side of the table and pushed her cell phone.
She had her cell phone, which seemed to be a little shaky, and the screen was drawn a few minutes later.
The onion’s fingertips were knocked, written and carefully checked, and finally finished and returned.
The look of the hour passed over her earlids, which were so red that she picked the eyebrow.
“I’m in yours.
The girl bit her lips like a mosquito: “One day you find it, you don’t count, if you like, we will…”
Then let’s be together.
Her face was red and white, as if something unpleasant had come to mind.
“Okay. I’m sorry.
The girls were clearly disappointed and, again, they were reluctant to turn around and say, “It’s okay, it’s a long day. I’m sorry.
Loved a man to the dust, she continued to convince herself and looked back.
And when she came to the door, she said, “Fong-ya, dear, I’ll see you later.” I’m sorry.
The girl’s eyes were bright and her feet were lightened.
And after the intense dizziness, I received this part of the strange memories, and the whole man sat on the ground by the bed.
I was shocked to find that this was my memory.
In this picture, Fong-mi was me in L.A. from the end of 2019 to 2020.
A memory I didn’t have before came out of nowhere, which means…
The past has been changed!
18
The ceremony was not dead, and after I was separated from him in October of 2019, he and former Fong-ya met intermittently in September 2020.
So my memories are reshuffled, many more than I’ve ever had before.
It’s all from time to time.
After discovering that he had broken up with me, he deliberately arranged a meeting with him.
In that way, the memory of his existence will pass through the memory of the past to me now.
So that’s what happened in the past.
And his last phrase, “We’ll see you later,” was for me.
I cried and laughed. I was stupid.
“Famya, what is wrong with you? Don’t scare me. I’m sorry.
I don’t know where I got the strength to hold her, and all the tears and snots are on her: “The time was not dead and everything between me and him happened. I’m sorry.
Inter-temporal calls do not make sense, and once the calls have been cut off, all the conversations disappear and seem to make sense.
And remember, the hour and a half of the time of the time of the Qur’an and the time of the Qur’an, was the nearest of the gods.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. The professor didn’t die.” I’m sorry.
“What do you want to eat?” I’m sorry.
“Whatever. I’m sorry.
It doesn’t matter if you eat anything.
She looked at me in white: “What happened to you, I thought you were still trying to teach me how to get through it?” I’m sorry.
The butterfly effect of the change in history, the rewriting of the swab memory, she doesn’t even remember what happened between me and the saucy.
And it’s hard to explain that part of the past, and it’s only a nod: “There’s nothing left to pass, except for a moment.” I’m sorry.
It was a moment of silence, difficult to understand, but it did not preach.
There are thousands of gestures in the world, people who are subjugated to secularism and people who wish to die instead of being loved.
There is never a standard definition of the meaning of life, and it is satisfactory to be faithful to its choice.
She ordered a delivery and put away her cell phone and asked me: “Did you go to him after hearing that he had deteriorated a few years ago and moved to treatment abroad?” I’m sorry.
The news has once again cast a shadow over my heart.
But compared to the results, he is still alive and is the best.
“Well, I’m going to find him. I’m sorry.
On the night of October, the windows open, the stars spread out far above the sky, and the moon hangs high on the heavens, and the light shines on the earth.
I’m going to find my own moon.
Let the moon shine upon me tenderly.
19
I sat alone in front of the window and waited for the morning.
The first morning dawn pierced through the clouds, and the city was dazzled.
I’m a trouper.
All traces of space-time communications have been erased and time and space have coincided.
Here.
He tried hard from 2019 to his 2022.
No, it’s our 2022.
There is still an urge for tears to wake up, even though the mood has been calmed down and efforts have been made to edit the words.
– 2022 time gift, okay?
It’s early.
I waited patiently and firmly believed that this time his reply was no longer a distance from time.
The city’s wake-up has been busy, the sun is on the glass, and it explodes in the eyeballs into the eyes of countless eyes.
It was a light earthquake, and I was flying.
I’ve been waiting for you.
I was crying.
It’s only a few days since he lost contact with me.
But for him, it was three years.
He walked alone from 2019 to 2022, three years in the middle, and I wasn’t involved.
“I’ve been waiting for you for a long time” is enough.
I was anxious to see him, and I asked, “Where are you?”
I’ll find you. He’ll understand.
Times: Just back yesterday.
I’m so excited. I’m like, “You’ve seen Fong Ya?”
He’s a bit of an idiot, and he’s curious about what he thinks: She said it was in me.
I’m at the end of the screen.
The fingertips touch two underheads.
The cell phone struck softly, and the chat page appeared: “I filmed the shoulder of the “Times of Time” and said that my brother came into my arms.
I almost laughed, in 2020, Fong-mi, a friend from around playing with the novelty “pom-pom-pom-pom” and she learned it.
Pleasant.
The time has come to understand.
When I see these three words, I can almost imagine that the hymn must have raised its eyebrow and smiled.
We all remember those three words.
The story goes back to the beginning.
Fortunately, he has returned, and I do not need to endure the heat to see him.
Unfortunately, on my way to his house, I was once again blocked in the three-ring road.
Unlike the heavy rains of that night, today’s weather is good and the sun is paving the way forward.
I still eagerly and urgently want to see him.
20
The traffic was moving slowly and by then it was approaching noon.
I didn’t forget to bring a bouquet of sunflowers to the flower shop next to it.
His door was slammed, waiting for a few seconds, and my mind was moving like I was jumping out of the chest.
The door’s open, beautiful woman scouts out.
She smiled and looked at me, and asked politely, “What are you looking for?” I’m sorry.
“Well, I’m looking for him.”
“I’m his sister. She lets me in because she’s afraid I’m mistaken, and she says, “Oh, my God. I’m sorry.
I smiled and noded, “You told me before. I’m sorry.
She had a vague look on her head and could not remember when she had said something like that.
Yeah, time and space overlaps, and there’s no such thing as a graveyard without her.
In her memory, naturally there is no such section.
I did not explain, and she did not ask, but rather shouted at the living room: “Ali.” I’m sorry.
Through the broad living room, the door openings on the balcony, the wind blows the trees and the sun struts at the branch.
Men with long backs and backs are nuanced, lazy sweaters are lazy, their faces are soft, their pale skin is almost transparent in the sun.
He and I, just a dozen metres apart, saw each other, and all around them disappeared.
In our eyes, it’s mirrored, only to each other.
The face that I’ve kissed countless times in my dreams has come to me now.
But my eyes were clouded and I couldn’t stand in place.
If you want to touch him, you’re afraid it’s just a dream, and you touch him and it’s just a dream.
“Ali, girlfriend? I’m sorry.
“I love my lover.” I’m sorry.
21
He came at me step by step, standing right in front of me.
“Why are you crying?” I’m sorry.
I’ll hold the flowers in my arms, and I’ll see him silent.
That he was so restless before he saw him, that he was there, but he couldn’t even reach out his touching hand.
The time has come to bend, to draw near, to wipe my lips with warm breath.
“It was a long way to see you, good boy, not to cry.” I’m sorry.
It’s better if he doesn’t make me cry.
It hurts.
He survived the years he had come to me, the pain of day and night.
And I could not clothe him with porridge, but I could never teach him to break his heart when he was suffering.
I cried so heartily that he was helpless and heartbroken and wiped my tears.
Don’t be sad. I’m fine now. I’m sorry.
“Come on, let me hug you. I’m sorry.
In the afternoon of the late autumn, there was coolness in the wind, and he lifted my hand gently, and the temperature of his fingers was cooler than this.
I cried into his arms and held him tight.
Fearing to let go, he disappeared.
And his hands touched my back, one by one, as precious as jade, and he did not dare.
We’ve all come a long way alone to get to each other.
That road, it was tough.
But we worked hard and resolutely towards each other.
For many years, he has been remiss, but many of those who miss him.
The students who came to see him came and went, and the students who were familiar with him in his lab, at the beginning, said to me, “Professor Fong.”
After a lot of times, the bastards got scared.
When I woke up at the usual noon of that day, I was in the study, and his students came, and when they came in, I was asked, “Teacher, Mother.” I’m sorry.
It took me half a second to say, “In the study.” I’m sorry.
He called my name in the direction of the study, and I was thinking something, and I didn’t answer him.
When I met again, I couldn’t ask too much, but I heard the word “mother” in my head, and when I was hot, I came up with some stupid expectations.
“I can’t hear you.” I’m sorry.
He probably thinks I’m losing my earring.
“Thinking. “And I held his hand, and my finger turned on his back, and I turned back and forth, and my heart turned back, and I tried to open my mouth, “No, we…”
“The sound is coming on the market, and I’ll take you to an operation. I’m sorry.
The words “marry” have not been said yet, and the hymn seems to have come out and cut me off.
I know exactly what I’m going to say.
But he was avoiding it, and I was born to swallow it back.
Yeah, he’s always afraid the road will stop and he won’t leave me behind.
I didn’t want to push him, and I didn’t say anything about it.
I’m the first implant to have a sound under the arrangement of time.
It’s just a little micro-surgery, and it’s more tense than when I’m on the table, and I’m afraid I’m in pain, and it’s funny to comfort myself: “If it hurts, scold the son of a bitch, who’s studying something, and forgets the pain. I’m sorry.
And he made me laugh: “I will not let it be said.” I’m sorry.
This operation doesn’t hurt. I’m fresh.
The old cochlear is as good as the sound. It’s not like it’s sound. It’s like it’s implanted without a sense of alienity, and it really fits with itself.
If I don’t say so, no one will ever find out. I’m a deaf person.
I was too old to look directly at this world in the eyes of others or regret or compassion or contempt.
The time has come to know everything, to guard my self-esteem and never speak, but to bring the voice of the whole world to me.
Following the announcement of the announcement, a journalist who wanted to interview had a courtesy and had been refused the letter of request.
It was time for her sincere approval.
When she saw him, she woke up in tears and spoke of her brother ‘ s deafness, she was able to hear her voice again, and she was grateful for the punctuality.
“You are a great man.” I’m sorry.
And it came to pass that the praises were not pleased, and it was funny to say: “You have said that you may not believe in it, but I studied the sound only to please the beloved.” I’m sorry.
The female reporter found out that he was not flattered, and he said, “If you love him so much, she must be a very nice person. I’m sorry.
At this time of winter, the window is filled with white snow, and the smiles of the eyelids seem to cool the winter.
“She is the only sun in my dark life. I’m sorry.
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When spring comes, I’ll take pictures of it.
I’ve been thinking, all these years, we don’t even have a photo.
It’s the old photo gallery on the street, and the master is old enough to take pictures of the ’90s.
We in the picture are like people who hide in the old days, and the radiance of the eyes and smiles is the same.
“I haven’t met a young man like you in a long time.” I’m sorry.
And the time came to him, and he spoke with him with kindness: “What are we?” I’m sorry.
“It’s pure, it doesn’t show up, but in the past, both are in love. The teacher pushed the glasses on the nostrils, “You’re a natural pair, and you don’t go with anyone but each other.” I’m sorry.
“It’s nice to talk, I’ll have to give you a red bag.” I’m sorry.
This guy was fun. He said he turned around at the convenience store to buy a red bag.
When he came back, he put a big red bag in his hand, and he couldn’t pull it off, he had to laugh.
I took away the clothes of the hourly gift and hid my wish for a long time, at which point I dared to emerge.
“Let’s take another wedding picture. I’m sorry.
The smiles were so stiff, the eyes were so deep, they didn’t fit.
I know he didn’t want to delay me.
And he said to me, on the day of the encounter, without a doubt: “Famya, may I go at any time, some late night or some afternoon, and leave silently. Are you afraid?” I’m sorry.
“It’s okay, you’ve done well. I’m sorry.
Of course I’m scared.
What can I do if I’m scared?
The years that he has climbed through the mountains have been a struggle and a mercy of fate.
We finally met.
Every day, it’s stolen.
So, we cherish each and every moment of being together, holding hands, hugging, kissing, loving.
That’s the day we’ll have less regrets.
I took his arm, and I learned his funny way: “Thou hast said that you may leave at any time, so leave me with an identity that will clean your grave. I’m sorry.
At this point, the hysteria looks out the door, and the tip of the throat slips, and it detects invisibility.
“Famya. I’m sorry.
He likes to call me by my name when he’s serious.
Just be lazy and call Fong-mi.
“Does this make you clean my grave for decades? I’m sorry.
Listen, he’s stalling me again.
I’m afraid I’ll disappear one day, as I said before.
And We solemnly said: “Yes, I shall live a hundred years for the sake of the people who have sent you to the grave.” I’m sorry.
And the time turned back, and he turned his eyes, and he turned to him, and he said, “That is a promise.” I’m sorry.
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The day I got my marriage certificate, I couldn’t stand it, I shared it like a child with a friend.
Time and again, he looked at the marriage certificate and turned his eyes red.
I laughed at him: “Why did you lose your eyes when you didn’t see you crying on the operating table?” No good. I’m sorry.
He held me and said nothing.
Days go forward slowly and fill with love every time that belongs to us.
I often write letters, I laugh at him, and now people are busy, not even stopping to see a handwritten letter.
He said, “You will see.” I’m sorry.
He’s writing to me.
He said to me, “I have written a letter to you for every year to come, and you will not come to me until you have read it.” I’m sorry.
In case I looked, he also found an old box with a lock and locked in all the letters.
Our third year, that winter was particularly cold.
The courtesies broke down and fell asleep in the couch in the library.
He never woke up again.
He, however, carved his tenderness into his bones and left in peace, without disturbing anyone.
In the first spring after he left, I opened the old box and found the longest one in a full letter.
Sitting in the warm sun of the spring and reading his letters in peace.
Mrs. Twilight, please.
I guess you’ll open my letter in spring. Please don’t cry.
It is God’s blessing that this world can be divided between husband and wife.
It’s short, it’s happy, and I’m always grateful.
I’ve been sick for years and I’ve been so worried about you.
If I hadn’t met the sun, I could have put up with the darkness, but it was so lucky that you came.
I’m still alive and alive, even as I’m dying around you.
Mrs. Times, this way.
Then try harder and keep walking.
When you meet later, tell me about the paths that have passed by, the sunsets, the clouds, the breezes, the rivers of the mountains.
The winter will pass and the spring will come as scheduled.
Please make the day a poem, a passion for life.
I’ll wait for you this time.
Don’t worry, I’ve been.
I’ve been through those words over and over again, and I’m really not crying.
He also wrote to him in writing.
I guess I’m not as serious as he is, and I can’t write anymore.
The line of paper: This is the first year since you left without me, and I didn’t cry, I listened to you, and I lived well.
Put the read letters in the new box with the reply.
In the coming year, open his second letter and write back.
There are years to come, I’m here all year long, trying to live my life.
I guess that’s what this is all about.
The road came to the end, and I’ll see him again.
Then I will hold a beam of sunflower, and I will tell him, “Look, my hair is white and I listen to you, so hold me.” I’m sorry.
Perhaps the outcome was less than expected, but we all did our best.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
