That afternoon, driving the battered car, driving straight ahead on the empty asphalt road, just to find the trace of the unknown waterfall on the lamp he gave him. He kept the lamp until he finally left, and then left it to another person in a lonely corner to pay tribute to the memories of the past.
Those days in Buenos Aires were dim and gray, and only the dream waterfall dreamed of a pale blue enigmatic light and the scarlet smothered blood of the bar sign, When he said that to him, his whole world began to have color again, as if he had returned to the world and stood at the starting point again. But still light or gray or obscure.
He said that he liked the time when he was sick the most, he clings to him, only when he needs him, he is wholeheartedly facing him, he slept on the sofa one meter away facing his beloved, he squatted on the bed While stroking his sleeping face with fingers wrapped in white cloth; he cooks and cooks for him in the noisy kitchen, the warm heat of two people who sink into each other's melancholy can only be warmed by mutual body temperature.
He smokes his cigarette, he washes his blood-stained clothes, he hugs him and dances in the pale room, in the cold morning he pulls him for a morning run, the two of them go back together frozen, he yells at him : "Do you have a conscience to ask a sick person to cook for you?" However, he was really happy. In those days, no matter how busy or tired he was, at least he was at home waiting for him to go back.
Even started to smile at the rowdy Taiwanese women, he called him at work, happy tone with a little doting, he went to buy him cigarettes in the middle of the night, he hid his passport, he said: "I won't back to you, you know." In fact, he just didn't want him to leave again.
"Li Yaohui, why don't we start over again?"
He was most afraid of his sentence, which was his fatal injury. No matter how many times he heard this sentence, he would always repeat it, but in the end he was still tired.
He loves him, he plays the world.
He can't stand his melancholy and repetitive monotonous life, he can't accept his fussiness and impetuousness.
When he left him, he was afraid of returning to that empty and strange place, thinking about the past all night, and feeling lonely even in a lively crowd.
He finally got to the waterfall, he suddenly remembered him, he always thought that there should be a couple standing there, he was lonely and sad at that moment, he never forgets the old love, but in the end he exiled the once deep Feelings, when I left, I didn't look back.
He looked back again, he lost his figure forever in the crowd, he went back to his former room, he piled up the cigarettes he smoked, he embraced his blanket, he danced again in the crowd, but his eyes It was all his figure, and he was eagerly waiting for someone to knock on the door of the old days, and he finally knew what it was like to be lonely.
He cried bitterly in the room, he understood love, but he lost the one he loved the most forever, and he never had the chance to start over in his life.
Many years later, I don't know when he heard the movie fan crying and saying to him in the middle of the night, "Li Yaohui, do you still remember He Baorong?" Have you ever thought of those days that were gone forever? However, I still want to say tonight that after
so many years, I still miss him very much.
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