In fact, it is a very old story, a kind and gentle girl, a simple and straightforward boy, but he is a werewolf, just like this, simply guarding each other.
Don't talk about kissing, there is not even a serious hand in hand, only two hugs, the first hug in 47 years.
He met the beautiful and colorful world in his dim black and white world, learned to eat like a person, act like a person, look like a person, and feel like a person...
She met him in her boring and melancholic life, single biography Frankly like a child, he has learned to laugh again, be happy again, and experience feelings again...
But the reality is still cruel, he is an incompatible existence, in order to protect her, he showed his true face and killed those who hurt her. People are classified as monsters by all people.
So, there is only separation. In order to protect him, she can only choose to separate...
In fact, until the girl cried in the forest and told him to leave and asked him to leave, the boy stumbled and said the first sentence "Don't go." I didn’t feel much at the time, I just felt very sad and sad, but until 47 years later, the gray-haired grandmother returned to the old house that was about to be sold. On the same deep winter night, the same In the place, I saw him with the same face as he did before, and he was still sitting there like 47 years ago, not daring to get up without her permission. I took the note he handed him. It was the last thing the girl wrote to him when the girl left. It is no longer clearly written on it. It says "Wait for me, I will come back again", so I can't bear it anymore. Live the tears.
In 47 years, how he has been waiting with such a small expectation, keeping such a thin promise, guarding this place, guarding her back then.
"Sorry, I just came back now. I'm sorry. I went to another country. I'm sorry. I married another man and had children. I'm sorry. I am so old and my hair is white."
"......No... still as beautiful as you... back then... exactly the same..." He just said word by word, not knowing how to learn to speak, not knowing how to wait for her How long I have practiced, I don’t know how he took care of all the plants she planted that year and kept them alive until now, just like his waiting heart, which has never disappeared...
He took the one she played back then. Guitar, living in the room where they met for the first time, constantly practicing the copybook she left him, learning the simple books she gave him... guarding everything about her, waiting for her to come back, 47 year.
He is immortal. When the gray-haired old man stood in front of him, he was still young and immature, and he immediately recognized it. It was the person he had carved in his bones and blood and remembered the deepest in his heart, and he will always be The girl who smiled like a little girl on a winter afternoon, playing the guitar and singing simple songs, has always been...
As a result, I couldn't cry so much... I went out of the set with red and swollen eyes, and I still can't calm down... ...
How many people can keep a vague promise like this, just for the phrase "wait for me, I will come back again", the fairy tale world is always beautiful, but the reality is so cruel...The
old man finally left, but left that home there. All the memories are left to him...
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