That was her first love.
Can't remember the man's face. The first time we met, what I saw was the face half pressed by the hair under the brim of the hat. His outstretched hand was very warm, and a warm current in his palm penetrated into her heart. She was standing in the snow, with the pale evening sun behind her. She smiled at him, and whether he responded to her, I don't remember. But the corners of his mouth turned upwards.
He lived quietly in her backyard. Communication was limited, but when she looked at the still unclear face in the moonlight, it was obviously laughter from the bottom of her heart.
Parting is very hasty. All she saw was the bloody bandages on his body and the key he had been hanging on. It was just a very ordinary game. In that era of chaos and chaos, two passersby intertwined. She looked down, even though nothing happened, she still remembered his voice, which once rang softly in her ears.
I will take you to see the snow scene there as a reward for you. That's a deal.
Yes, decided. to follow him. But as delicate as her, how can she call back another meeting on the devastated earth.
The opportunity came suddenly. But she thought that from now on, her posters could be posted in every corner, and her smile could bloom in all the shining places, so he would definitely be able to see and come to her. At that moment, she raised her head almost without hesitation. Jaw head, smile. Since then, her life has taken on a new side, and it is destined to have only one ending.
Compared with the title of actress, her own name is no longer important. In countless scenes, she began to run. It was her same, only direction. What she wants to chase is always just him. The man who didn't know the name, didn't remember the appearance, and only left a key to her. Even if she passed by each time, even if she didn't die every time, she still clings to the obsession of reuniting with him.
She says the same lines in different scripts. Tell him, tell yourself. The mood will not change. How many times a person can be attached to how many things in his life; or, just use one opportunity to be attached to only one thing.
Whether waiting and hope can grow together in direct proportion. Her thoughts extended her acting life indefinitely, but it was not enough to change the reality around her.
Even if she cherished it like a treasure, she still couldn't restore the lost key. As if in a fit of anger, but also as a moment of sadness, she married someone. The key is the most untouchable piece of pure land in her heart, and it is interspersed with her own most lush and ignorant girlhood, and every stroke is a throbbing heart.
She becomes a woman who is no different from an ordinary housewife, cleaning the room and arranging books. The box with the key rolled down in front of her at that moment, like a sarcastic smile. She knew that it was a good show put on by her husband, the director, and a former actress, in order to make her give up.
The play continues. A veteran came to her and handed her the letter he had written to her. Seeing his waiting, the address he left behind, she rushed out of the house desperately.
She is back in the play. What is the difference between life and drama, since she only knows how to keep on chasing, even if she is bruised and bruised, even if this person no longer exists. Perhaps it was pity, no one dared to say his death in front of her.
Her rushing, a little bit was drowned in the sea of people, in memory, in time and space. After all, a person's strength is weak, and he can't even resist the time sneaking away from the gap between his fingers. She fixedly looked at the portrait he last left to her with the euphemistic smile of her girlhood, and suddenly woke up. How could he let him see her old age, she wanted him to only remember what she looked like at that time.
She can't find him. And in the last parting scene, she once again lost the key he left behind. This pursuit, which she could not bear to give up, happened in such an ironic coincidence that she was finally completely bored and retired.
Originally, it is a sinister place for the human heart. If you quit, you will quit. There is no place to be attached to. What she could not have imagined was that when she was getting old and covered in silver threads, someone who worshipped her to the ground would appear in her world, open the wooden box, and put the key that had been lost for many years in her world again. palm.
Memories that are about to fade, together with her own glorious career, one after another, one after another, unfolded in front of her eyes.
How can I know whether on the other side of the world, there is still that person who sticks to the promise she had been obsessed with, whether she will chase after her several times, give up several times, and be unwilling several times like her. Or, she knew of his departure, but subconsciously refused to believe it.
In the face of cruel reality, she finally smiled. consistent. There is no more turbulence in the heart. Isn't it, at the moment of his death, her heart stopped suddenly because of foreknowledge.
She finally has no more time in her life. A tired smile on the pale face, without any regret or pain. To live forever is to meet that person, fall in love with him, and also because, fall in love with the journey of chasing love. This actress, who has lived on the screen for thousands of years in her heart, already has a life that is more dazzling than anyone else, even if it is exchanged for her only yearning.
In the bottom of her heart, she can still clearly see that this pursuit has never stopped and will never stop.
She clenched the key in her hand and started running.
That was her ultimate love.
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