You asked me for directions, and I, who had lived here for more than 20 years, answered incoherently. I got into your little trailer that rarely carries passengers. Your right hand crossed my calf and took out a pack of cigarettes. I instinctively shrank my leg and turned my face to the window. "Would you like one?" "Of course" Smoke filled the awkward air. We came to the Mandison Bridge, I peeked on the bridge to see how you captured the short light and shot, except for the sound of me stepping on the wooden bridge and the wind blowing weeds and wildflowers, I can only hear you pulling the The clicking sound of Nikon's big F. I still remember when I lied to you that the flowers on your hands were poisonous, I almost blurted it out, I'd never made such a joke before. In front of you, everything is different...
you take off your sweaty blouse, scoop water by the windmill, and pour water on your still strong shoulders. I'm looking at your back in the middle room on the second floor. Every little movement of yours makes my heart beat faster. Before you walked into the living room, I quickly cleaned up the happy expression on my face. "Do you want me to help..." As the master, I should refuse, right? But I like you standing beside me, peeling carrots, pinching shallots, drinking beer, you stand beside me barefoot like a master. After dinner you danced and told me the funny story about your engagement with the female orangutan, which made me laugh and crouch and make me wonder what the outside world has been like all these years? I admit I really want you to stay, But still send you away after a little dispute.
I tossed and turned, couldn't sleep, and finally couldn't hold back the urge to see you. Throwing on my pajamas, I drove to the Mandison Bridge, sticking the note to the bridge post I thought you'd see. I always look forward to your call or the sound of a car passing by outside the door. When I can really do what I want, I act in a hurry, as if you and I are both seventeen or eighteen years old. Child, and a little childish.
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The car was parked beside the convenience store on the corner, my husband got out of the car to buy some things, I stared at the scenery outside the car window helplessly, Heavy rain hit the glass. Your vague figure stood for a long time in the rain, I looked at you, we were all looking forward to something, my husband got in the car. You got in the car too, and my husband pointed to the car in front of you, which is your car, and talked about you. You hang the necklace I gave you on the rearview mirror, should I get out of the car? I made up my mind to get out of the car, when the green light came on, the car started to go in different directions, and I never even had the chance to be a passerby...
You once said: "I came to this planet at this time . On, just for this, Francesca. Not for travel photography, but for loving you. I get it now. I've been falling off the brink of a wondrous place from high up for a long time, longer than I've been through Life is many more years. And all these years I have been falling to you."
I fell asleep with your love for a long time...
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