In May of 2008, she went to London for errands and wandered in the bookstore next to the platform while waiting for the bus. At that time, she and him had known each other for half a year. Three months ago, they became familiar with each other. Two months ago, she gradually fell in love with him. A month ago he wrote her a love letter, and she nodded with joy. So when she saw a row of postcards in the bookstore that day, she naturally thought of him. That was the first postcard she sent him. She has never been in a relationship before. She has a very low EQ and does not know how to get along with boys. After thinking about it for a long time, she just awkwardly wrote a sentence in English, wish you were here with me.
In June, the company moved, and she took the lunch break. Come out and hang out. There is a small shop selling postcards on High Street. When you pass by the window, you can always see a small milk cat with a round-eyed tiger skin. She liked it from the first sight, and she knew he was the same, they always looked forward to raising one in the future. These are two postcards sent to him. She is very shy, afraid of being seen by her cousin who is temporarily staying at his house, so she left a message with a symbol that only she and him can understand-Conan Doyle's "The Dancing Man". On April Fool's Day two months ago, he said that he loved her for the first time, and it was the code in this book that was pieced together. That day she suddenly felt that the stars in her sky were shining.
In July, she went hiking on Box Hill. At the small shop on the top of the hill, she wanted to send him a postcard, but she was penniless. She was so embarrassed that she had to find someone to pay for the parking fee. Fortunately, a friend around her helped her out. They found a wooden stake and sat down on the spot. She put her hands on her cheeks, and listened to the story about her boyfriend in a glorious manner. When asked, she just shyly bowed her head and smirked. The older leftover girl, no one wants it. In my heart, I was thinking about the third postcard I just sent, and it felt like a secret, so good.
She fell in love with traveling while waiting for him. I went to Cambridge with my friends in August, and went to Goodrich with my parents in September, and sent him the fourth and fifth postcards one after another. On the radio, Cheer Chen used her loli to sing the meaning of travel over and over again, and at that moment she suddenly felt that the meaning of travel to her is to be able to share with him every beauty she saw. Send him a postcard if you miss him. She had no chance to sit face to face with him and eat Haagen-Dazs, only in such a simple way to implicitly convey her thoughts to him.
She finally waited for him. In October they went to Cornwall for a self-driving tour. She is a novice. She only got her driver's license in February and bought a car in May. During the week she was with him, she traveled a thousand kilometers in just one week. She has completely lost her mind about postcards, which are young literary and artistic young women. Every day, she just holds the steering wheel in disgrace to listen to him reprimand, hold it again, and listen to the reprimand. He talked about all kinds of travel plans all the way, Greece, Rome, Egypt. Very good and wonderful, but there is no mention of her, and no travel has anything to do with her. She is actually not stupid, she knows everything in her heart, but she rarely speaks. He laughed at her bored, yes, but what can he say, only to cooperate with him to laugh and tease, I wish you a good time, and send me postcards when you have time.
She returned to China in November and spent her 25th birthday alone on the night train. It is false to say that she is not disappointed, she is neither materialistic nor worshipping money, all she expects of him is to send an email blessing. no. She comforted herself that she shouldn't care so much, so when she arrived in Wuyuan, she thought about sending him a postcard first, the sixth one. What she knows is that the relationship between them is changing day by day. What she doesn't know is that at the same moment, on the other side of the earth, he and his she are coming to you about property, green card, and relationship for more than ten years. I bargained. And when all these weights were placed on the scales at the same time, her existence suddenly became as light as a feather, even to the point of being negligible. Since then, she has been blocked from this game, only she does not know, only she is still insisting, only she is still lying at the table writing cards like a fool. That was the seventh postcard she wrote to him, sent from Shanghai Bo. She said with full expectation, "Patience, come back to Shanghai with me next year."
Of course he did not accompany her back to Shanghai, but she chased him to the United States.
In February of the following year, she bought a postcard at the Kennedy Aerospace Center in Orlando, but she didn't give it to him. They had just been in the cold war for a long time, and he said that she was so small, she thought so, this kind of character was really bad, no wonder he didn't like it. The day of the return trip was February 13, he drove and she slept like a pig. After listening to the broadcast all the way, DJ chattered about the Valentine's Day activities and the Valentine's Day atmosphere and the destruction of the environment by the Valentine's Card. She and him silently said nothing, as if this was a soy sauce festival that had nothing to do with them. She understood again, so she was afraid that it would be difficult for him to make it, and she began to hesitate whether to give him the scarf knitted earlier. She even questioned the meaning of the postcard for the first time, feeling that she was speechless and could not write a word.
Distance made her courageous and came back from the United States in West Midland Safari in March. She habitually sent him a card again. She said be patient, let's go to Africa to see a lion. That was said at the beginning of the acquaintance. When this postcard was sent, she was still with him. How did he know that the clouds and the rain were turned over? He finally said sorry to her, and all her belief in feelings collapsed overnight. So, when the eighth postcard flew across the ocean to reach him, the message on it was completely meaningless. The story should end, but his comforting signature "love you" made her naively think that everything could be done again. So in the following April and May, at the foot of Llyn Y Fan, beside the campground in the Lake District, she subconsciously wrote the ninth and tenth postcard to him. Her messages became longer and longer, and her words became more dense. Her words became more pretentious, but nothing could stop them, but the fading feeling between them.
In June, she went to the United States to look for him again. In the lodge of the Lake Hotel in Yellowstone, he fell asleep leaning on a chair. She wanted to secretly send him a postcard, so she took the opportunity to sneak to the gift shop aside and asked where she could buy stamps. The clerk enthusiastically pointed her the way, but when she trot all the way, the post office was closed. After he woke up, he accompanied her to the store to buy books. The person who showed the way actually recognized her, and asked if he had found the postbox around the corner. She faltered, um, oh, he was confused. . When she left, she was still thinking about the missed postcard—the last time she traveled with her in his favorite national park, but she failed to send him the card.
In July, she went to Nungwi without a sound. It was time for the end of the song to disperse, but when she passed Rhossili Bay, she subconsciously looked at the watch again and again, and she was anxiously thinking about the 5k race he had just completed. He finally ran into the small shop on the coast and wrote him the eleventh postcard. Immediately afterwards, there was naturally the twelfth picture of St Davids, the thirteenth picture of Estonia, and the fourteenth picture of Helsinki.
On the last day in Finland, she wrote him a card again. It was summer when she went, but she chose Zhang Dongri's snow scene alone. This is the fifteenth postcard she sent him. She still clearly remembers the last message above. She really wants to go to Scandinavian Europe in winter again with him by her side. It's just that he inadvertently rejected these words before his eyes. Quite ridiculous, like the countless mistakes she made in the past, it was just another unrealistic fantasy.
At that moment she suddenly felt very sorry for him.
She always felt that he was sorry for her before, but what she never thought was that there is no one who is sorry for anyone in the world of love, only love and not love. She thanked him for accompany her through a journey of life together, but for him who could not fall in love with her, every postcard she sent, every hypocritical word she wrote on the card, and space Each of her anti-white blogs was just an invisible burden on him. Finally, she spent eighteen months of waiting and unwillingness to test an ancient motto-"A hundred useless is affectionate." A
hundred useless is affectionate. Okay, let's go away.
In winter, after that, it was a long winter. She never went out to travel again. She just deleted the travel board mentioned by the business. She no longer went on the Chinese donkey board, let alone the poor travels that he had laughed at twice in three days. She closed the door and stayed at home every day to watch discs. And this evening, the movie she watched was called-
The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button.
After being drowsy for nearly forty minutes, this man named Benjamin was about to travel, and Daisy, who was still a little girl, chased out and shouted at him, "From everywhere, send me a postcard from everywhere."
She was off the screen . Suddenly, he woke up. She vaguely remembered that she had said something similar. It was at the foot of Llyn Y Fan's mountain. She had said that she would continue this habit and share with him every place she had been. So she got up and kept seeing the elderly Daisy lying on the sick bed, and Caroline opened the wooden box full of postcards.
At that moment, she actually laughed a little jokingly-
she also had a thick stack of postcards in front of her, and she could even proudly and confidently say that it was by no means less than in the movie. Friends all know her collection preferences, so postcards full of blessings come like snowflakes-New York, Grand Canyon, Japan, Stockholm, Chiang Mai, Rome, Prague, Vancouver, Mexico...From everywhere, really It's from everywhere, but the irony is that there are so many postcards, so so many postcards,
and none of them comes from him.
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