- remember That has nothing to do age, sex, love
some people in our raw destined just passing through, just across the night sky in a meteor, shining bright, draw a beautiful arc , instantly illuminated half of the sky, and instantly disappeared without a trace. If you try to find it in the direction it fell, you'll get nothing but ashes.
There is really love, but everyone's time is different. Some are a lifetime, some are a period. The one who fell in love early withdrew immediately, got out of his body, and disappeared from then on; the one who was young would spend the remaining decades to slowly experience it, slowly comprehend it, and realize it later.
Military vehicles rumbled slowly from the dust, and the handsome and upright officers with guns and live ammunition stood at the front, just like Fairy Zixia said: The one I love, one day, will wear armor, ride colorful clouds, and descend from the sky. come to me. The boy's supreme treasure finally arrived as promised, but he was just an ignorant child who neither guessed the beginning nor the ending.
Children who lack love are the same, melancholy, silent, and a little autistic. However, the child that day was like an angel in the sun, and his bright smile was like the purest mountain spring. The appearance of the officer is the brightest and warmest beam of sunshine in his life, and the lonely growth of the first twelve years is to wait for this moment.
Like a father, like a brother, like a friend, like a partner, the boy gave all his longing and attachment, the officer stretched out his arms, took care of him carefully, and followed closely with his loving eyes. The first time I learned to dance, the first time I learned to sing English songs, the first time I learned to drive, the first time someone unlocked the secrets of the wreckage for themselves, the first time I jumped on the grass to the beat of the music A squirrel, and the soldier behind him just followed suit, the first chocolate kiss, the first time someone called himself the little prince... If this is not love, then why am I so sad.
When we first met, the officer said: "you are special, you are really fucking special." On the night of parting, the officer said: "Your hands are very beautiful, you can be an artist, you can also be a painter or a sculptor." As usual, send the boy snuggled into his arms home, watch the boy enter the house, and then disappear into the depths of the night. In fact, there was a farewell, but the boy did not understand; in fact, he asked the boy's adoptive father to tell it, but the adoptive father categorically refused.
The sun dissipated, the cold hit, and finally returned to the beginning, and finally returned to the most primitive loneliness. Imagine what it would be like to have the most beloved thing in our childhood suddenly disappear and be broken. The pain of hopeless and nowhere to complain is enough to destroy a child's entire world. In this way, he disappeared from life, without photos, without memorabilia, not even a goodbye and a soothing hug.
It's hard to imagine how the boy went through the most difficult period of time. After people went to the building, he persisted and walked bravely. Sitting on the back seat of his mother's bicycle, he looked back at the already empty barracks, and then , stubbornly turned his head, the previous life was dead, and from then on it was another life of his own.
In fact, there are still some imprints left, which are used to prove that someone really appeared and loved the boy deeply. The glasses forgotten on the barbed wire, the buttons sewn with military thread on the plaid shirt, and the warmth, the love, is enough for the boy to learn to grow by himself after facing the first parting in his life, and eventually grow into a A man who is also warm and sunny. It was also because of the first dance with the officer in this life that the boy became a dancer and became the special person in the officer's mouth.
Walt, lost Walt, more than 30 years have passed, and you have never come back.
Some people are really only suitable for nostalgia, not for seeing each other. Because life is always a cruel thing, maybe as Walt said: "Life is worse than death."
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