You seem to like this series of movies too? After watching the first part with you, you will finish the rest in a few days. When I went back to the dormitory that day, I saw that you were just about to watch it. I moved the bench and sat beside me, and watched the movie on the small mobile phone screen.
You were also very sighed at the time, lamenting that after so many years, the pure love has become these trivial matters, noisy children, quarrels and misunderstandings that are not on the same platform. Fortunately, they reconciled in the end, and at least both sides found a breathing space and realized their love for each other behind the anger.
After the three movies, the throbbing of the first encounter between the protagonists, the reluctance to part with each other again, and the mutual understanding after being together for many years. The contradictions that may and cannot be reconciled, the love that diminishes and grows, are all melted into those lines of dialogue.
What about us? If we are also a movie, how should it begin?
How should I remember you?
I feel like the two of us are like little kids, you know? I once saw two children playing happily on the sand, and after a while they were called home by their respective mothers, so they had to go the opposite way. One of the boys walked a few steps and was about to turn back to look at the other partner. Suddenly, he shouted "Goodbye!" The boy also turned back and stopped and waved "Goodbye!" So a simple goodbye turned into a contest, who They all want to shout their voices a little louder, so that the other party can remember them more deeply, just like this "goodbye" and "bye bye" for you to come and go. They waved vigorously, each time harder, jumping up to make each other see more clearly. I kept looking at them and thought it was fun, the little ones are so cute.
Are you wondering how they ended up? I don't remember either.
The two of us are like those two children. When we love, we seem to be secretly competing with each other in an attempt to overshadow each other;
You know I can't forget you. Where do you start to describe, recall, and clear up the past six months?
Let's start with the details
Some small details are often the most moving and often memorable. Deliberately leaning towards my umbrella, inadvertently twitching my wrist, smiling at my arm, all smashed into Qiu Rou in September and then melted into my heart.
I was willing to be immersed in it.
When I was expressionless, I came to ask if I was unhappy. My slight sigh will make you immediately put down what you are doing to comfort me. Who wouldn't want to be so gentle? "Wow, such a gentle person is too suitable for a wife! Can you possess this gentleness?"
Those depressions that are ignored by themselves, and the sighs that they are used to, can affect your nerves all the time. The burning sensation of being stared at by my lover has been burning in my chest, which is why as long as I have you, I feel very at ease, and seeing you can sweep away all the haze.
I still remember eating fresh taro fairy once. I told you that I was so envious of the boy at the next table. The girl opposite was always looking at him with a face full of love, even though he was busy eating himself. You said to me at the time, "You're envious, you want me to look at you the same way!" Then you looked at me with a look of admiration. I was about to laugh out loud, right?
That boy is not as happy as me, because I know that you have been looking at me all the time, and your eyes are not only love, but the tenderness that smoothes the fine lines of daily life is also hidden in your eyes. Maybe I just changed so slowly? The impatience that was easily provoked, the squiggly childishness, the frizz in me, softened. I am like a well-behaved kitten, purring peacefully in your arms.
Sometimes I feel that I am completely isolated from life, and I often have no interest in anything or feel any emotions, and just let life carry it forward. Stupid, dull. Sometimes I get very irritable. It's obviously a long-awaited date, but I just want it all to end soon. This happens from time to time, even with those closest to me, I can't help but become like this, completely indifferent or extremely irritable, lamenting softly in my heart, silently rolling my eyes.
But when I'm with you, the restless frizz disappears, the consciousness becomes active, and the touch of the surrounding becomes alive. I just want to fully experience the feeling of this moment. It's like opening a blind box. Picking and choosing the same boxes, shaking them, weighing their nuances, when dismantling them, my mind is like a slot machine, with dizzying music playing. I am eager to remember every moment of the present feeling, and save it carefully for the repeated erasing of memories in the future. In the end, the mystery was revealed, I never knew what greeted me, but I knew what I liked.
Are you surprised too, in fact, we have only been together for April.
But why does it feel so long, so long?
We are like high school students who are keen to skip classes and are ignorant. A short escape is the ultimate goal.
Consume the meaningless evening self-study in the video game city, smugly turn around in front of the claw machine, put your face on the glass, point out the one you want the most, and then patiently grab it out, hold it happily Scream, take a name, and put it in the bag obediently.
Maybe we also don’t want to go home on the way from school, sit on the curb, point to the clouds in the sky and say what this looks like On the phone, carrying the daily necessities of the supermarket shopping, their eyes swept over us briefly, and we just sat there blankly. For a while we didn't speak to any of us, pretending to be adolescence, we were afraid to tell our secrets all at once, so we simply didn't say anything. The sky turned from orange-red to lavender, and the clouds that I watched just now floated to the top of the tall buildings in the distance.
Dissatisfied with the bad food in the cafeteria, we will gravitate to the cheap and delicious snacks on the first floor of the nearby shopping mall. Carrying a schoolbag, holding hands and giggling, walking hundreds of times will always use the eyes of the first time. The name of each signboard, the best of each store, we are as familiar as we are reciting the final outline, a bowl of stinky tofu, Malatang, Oden, a few packs of spicy sticks and a drink, laughing and laughing and then panicking after eating He rushed back to the dormitory in a hurry, for fear that the dormitory teacher would find out that he was late and would be criticized by the whole school.
We will return to the status of happy and carefree college students. The pastime of wasting time is the most extravagant romance.
Quite a petty bourgeoisie, drinking coffee in an independent cafe, mingling with the boss, and chatting and laughing with regular customers. Everyone seems to have known each other for several years, exchanging pieces of life in the secret base. We skillfully brought warm water from the bar to fill ourselves up, and told the sister next door, who had only met for less than five minutes, to be brave and pursue love, and if tomorrow Meeting on a blind date here will also take care of her. We played two games as usual. After winning, we would give high-fives happily. If we lost, we would pretend that nothing happened. We talked about when the vacation was off, when the school started, the progress of the homework, and listened to the elder sister complaining that her son was not doing well. Practice the piano and listen to the boss talk about his adventures in opening a store.
The bookstore is also a good place for recreation. We walked around in circles unhurriedly. You carefully looked at the cover of each book, read their names in a gentle, slow and clear voice, slid your fingers over the title page, and lowered your head. The hair touches the page just right, making a rustling sound.
We are happy to do anything in the book city, drinking tea, rushing ddl, you frowning at the literature, the sound of tapping on the keyboard is like a sweet complaint, biting your nails, taking a sip of tea every now and then, looking at me, Ask: "What are you looking at? Study hard!"
Sore ass protests over bad coffee and dessert for a book. The warm sunshine was replaced by the fast-moving headlights and lonely street lamps. I looked at you from the top of the page while turning the pages. You were still frowning slightly and biting your lower lip. "What's the matter? Do you want to leave?" You lip-mouthed at me.
No honey, I just want to remember. I need to look a little more real, so that the washes of the years don't confuse my vision and tell me it's just my overly glorified memory.
Chuanchuan Hotpot, which is about to go, said that it was a walk, but finally plunged into the barbecue restaurant, giggling, eating skewers and drinking beer. The squeak sound when the bottle cap opened was matched with the beef and mutton with the aroma of cumin. , mixed in the noisy human voice. After drinking a few bottles of beer, the alcohol will help us isolate the noise around us. It seems to be floating on the seat, and the chest is warm. It seems that there are many sweet words that we usually dare not say, trying to rise to the throat and make a sound by ourselves .
At the end of the drink, we looked at each other out of focus, our faces were red and hot, and we couldn't hide our smiles. You reached out and touched my head, "I like you so much, why do I like you so much? "Yeah, it's weird, I can't figure it out myself.
Make faces at the mirror at the jewelry store, go to the trouble of figuring out which clothes match your favorite trousers, scratching your head in front of Zara's full-length mirror; getting on the front row of the second-floor bus and watching the reckless branches slide over arrogantly The glass on the side, you recorded the video and held my hand tightly, "What are we going to do?" I smiled stupidly at the camera, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time; For each star's food, patiently queued up, exchanging opinions and opinions ecstatically, "Wow, this is really different, I like it, we will come again next time." So many shops, so many next time , Next time, you must come often, but you will always be cut in line by the newly explored food. They are all waiting for us. The long queue has been lined up for a few years.
That's the good college life isn't it, we really have nothing else to worry about except the often-popular living expenses.
When you squat on the ground with different volumes of soy sauce in your hands and look up to ask me left or right, will we turn into couples who are full of longing for the future and have just renovated their new house? The kind of stupidity that is swept away by happiness, and the excessive energy seems to be squandered in a lifetime.
You will be confused whether to buy a bundle of dish towels or a single one, whether the chopsticks are wooden or stainless steel, "it's plastic, it won't break! But this porcelain feels good! You think it's big enough. Are you?" You stood in front of the rows of brightly white bowls, with a peculiar look of thinking on your face: frowning slightly, biting your lower lip. What does the future look like? Will people come to visit often? Are there enough chopsticks? Are dish towels considered consumables? We have no way of knowing, and based on the feeling of that second, we decided that we may face "fortunately I bought a few more at the time" and "Oh, I should have bought a smaller one at that time, and I can't use it up until it expires". There is a taste of mastering fate. Let it go, we'll decide, won't we? No matter what you choose, you have been holding on to those two beautiful little delicate china bowls, pale pink and pale blue. "The red one is mine, and the blue one is yours." You divided your belongings quite proudly, and gently put them into the shopping cart.
Maybe one day, you are sleeping soundly in bed, and I plan to go out to buy food, but it will still wake you up, you hold my wrist and don't want me to go, I put my face on your forehead and you Say I'll be back soon to get you something good to eat. You mumbled something again, and I took the key and closed the door gently.
The three simple side dishes also required a long time of busywork, washing vegetables, chopping vegetables, marinating meat, and preparing accessories. I rolled up my sleeves and cut them on the dicing board. The thumping sound of meat cutting, the clattering of the faucet, the rumbling of the smoking stove, you will see the indigo night outside the window, the lights in the office building are not yet fully lit, the lights in the kitchen are warm and bright, and there are occasional quiet moments. , you can hear the tires rubbing against the ground as the car coming home drives across the road. "What are you doing?! What are we going to eat at night?" You asked me out loud while recording the video. I turned to look at you, still smiling silly. What were you thinking at the time, in front of such a scene, did you think the same as I did?
No matter whether it is delicious or not, while you keep stuffing it in your mouth, you must also praise me every sentence. Even the green peppers, which are like enemies, become kind and eat several chopsticks. You said it was so good, that one was so delicious, this one is really more delicious than the ones eaten there, you will make it for me for the rest of my life. I suddenly felt a little embarrassed. Seeing that the simple family dishes were eaten by you into a full-fledged meal, I secretly vowed to cook for you as much delicious food as you want, and I will never let you down in my life.
You wash the dishes obediently after dinner, and you are embarrassed when you say that you can't eat and drink for free. I put the leftovers in the fridge, thinking about what to do with such a quiet night. You would say, "Let's go for a walk around the city wall!" I would say, "Ah, why not watch a movie together?" I want to go out to buy two cups of Hey Tea, order it now, take a walk, pick it up, come back from a walk, grab a few packets of snacks, buy a bucket of water, and a pack of cigarettes, but still can’t find where the lighter is, so I pouted Mouth reluctantly buys another one.
Everything was planned just right, nesting on the sofa, holding the air-conditioned Hey Tea, unpacked snacks scattered on the coffee table, quickly selecting the movie, and chatting about the plot direction one after another. The ending song of the movie sounded to announce the end of tonight's event, you got up and went to wash up, I sat on the sofa in a daze, and suddenly felt that the far future was unfolding in front of my eyes, out of reach but I could reach out and touch, "Hey, it's quite simple, What's so hard about it?" I scratched my head and couldn't figure out why we would have an argument.
Sometimes you really don't want to cook, so order takeout! Discuss what is best to eat, then order whatever you want. This house’s rolling noodles, that house’s hot and sour noodles, and the Roujiamo that I want to try but are not safe, three takeaways came to visit one after another, but the two people’s lunch was spread out on a messy table, and each took a bite. Nodding vigorously to tell the other party that it is delicious, and then exchanging the food in front of them, the series of processes is like some kind of private food appreciation competition. Everyday trivial matters, what is there to quarrel with? Who will cook, who will wash the dishes, what movies to watch, what to do, if you feel troublesome, just skip it. Life is not without options.
It's like walking on the street with you, what about left? Or turn right? If the red light is on, wait a moment. If the sidewalk on the right is green, then go there. Are you going there? Not important. There are a lot of ancient poems on the roadside lamp surface that we have never seen before. We circle around them. I ask you to explain to me what it means; wherever you go, you will tell me what this place used to be like. , the various features of Xi'an in the past are in your memory when you were young, and you will describe it in a gentle tone that is unique to me; maybe there are places of interest and historic sites around the corner, we both found a suitable angle to take pictures, squatting sideways It seems that he is not satisfied. Where will you go? Anyway, there is no destination, look at the time, ouch, it's getting late. Shall we go back? Let's go back.
You may get up in the middle of the night because you are thirsty and go to the kitchen to drink water. I woke up in a daze and watched you walk towards the door. I reached out and touched the folds on the sheets because of you. Your body fragrance spreads little by little, He De How can it be? I questioned myself with a guilty conscience, but I turned my back and felt that I deserved it. I turned over and saw that you brought a glass of water in and asked me if I wanted to drink it. In a dimly lit room, relying only on the night light and your own night vision, outline your beautiful skin lines, hold you tightly in your arms, then rest your arms and bury your face in the neck socket. At this time, people will have the illusion, as if time has been arbitrarily stretched, and the current feeling evokes a long-term memory that I think I understand, "We have been together for many years, so we understand." She looks at your body, but cleverly avoids your long hair. "Will it squeeze you?" I asked, and I kept leaning towards you, "We can sleep on a camp bed as big as you want!" You would complain like this sometimes, Quite helpless but take me nowhere. You like me clinging to you, right? I was really embarrassed that day and asked you in a low voice, you put me in your arms and said, "I just like you squeezing me."
After I wrote this, I looked back and said so much. If it wasn't for the parties involved, who would have thought that this happened in just four months? And you, as a party, know that there are far more than just these things, there are many stories, but you don't know how to weave and arrange them so that this "movie" seems to have a beginning and an end.
Therefore, it is often more difficult to recall than to experience. Writing these words, I stopped writing several times, wrote a paragraph, quit, and resumed in a few days. As soon as I start writing, there will be memories rushing up, and the description will be too detailed and it will make me unbearable, and I always want to cry when I look back.
I know that we are both unconvinced and reluctant to give up, which is why it becomes so difficult to part, like those two children, who always have to look back at each other, say goodbye, but actually say "hey, look Me!" Thinking back on that scene, I suddenly felt a little cruel.
How does a movie end so satisfying? As the protagonists, how can we take care of all parties and make everything perfect? After all, we are just ordinary people. When the long lens of life focuses on us, all we can reach and grasp is each other. When the ending song plays, when the picture begins to gradually dim, and the bottom begins to rise and scroll the actors, it is probably beyond our ability.
Having said so much, how does the ending become tricky at this moment.
Hey, know that you have been craving for wine, remember to use my password: say I love you when clinking glasses.
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