lily

Chapter 23

Can't remember when we stopped crying, her cousin took me to Ying's house.It was a small villa in the suburbs, surrounded by flowers of different colors.Open the gate, the vines on both sides of the road are interlaced and entangled on the shelf above the head. At this time, the grapes are ripe and exude a strong fruity fragrance.Leading to the door is a winding small gravel road, and unknown flowers and plants are planted on the soil part.On the left is the pavilion leading to the grape trellis. There is a stone table and several stone benches in the pavilion.On the right side is a small pond with lotus flowers in full bloom, and a few peach trees are planted beside it, bearing fist-sized peaches.The design of this courtyard is so familiar, just like the place we visited together during the summer vacation that year.The equipment in the hall is very simple, a few sofas, a table made of marble, a large LCD TV, that's all.

"She bought this house two years ago when she returned to China," her cousin said lightly.

"After she left, I haven't been here either, this is what she looked like before she left," he added.

I touched the table, and there was a layer of light gray on my hand.

"Two years ago? She returned to China two years ago? But why didn't she contact me? Why did she tell me she was married two years ago?" I murmured.

"I don't know much about this. I only know that she had a quarrel with her father shortly after returning to China. It seemed to be so fierce that she didn't want to see her father when she was dying. After a while, she went abroad Yes. She was not in a good mood at that time, and I asked her what was wrong, and she said it was fine." Her cousin described.

"Can I see it alone?" I said lightly

"whatever" he said

When I came to her bedroom on the second floor, I saw on the wall a group photo of us when it snowed that year, a group photo when we went to the countryside together, and I don’t know when she took the picture of me drooling in class, There are also photos of me playing basketball, and even photos of me during my freshman military training, and photos of me speaking when I became the president of the student council... Obviously I didn't contact her at that time, so she was always far away at that time Silently paying attention to me, but I didn't know it at all, and she never mentioned it.Ying, why are you unwilling to say anything, but just bear all this silently by yourself?How I hate my dullness, my weakness.Lying on her bed, smelling the lingering breath, I gradually fell asleep... I dreamed that she said she would take me on a trip together, we went to many, many places, and we even built a snowman, but the sun came out The snowman melted, and she also disappeared... I woke up crying from my dream, and her cousin asked me what was wrong.Only then did I realize that it was just a dream, and she would never come back to me again...

I remember the first time I saw her, she was dressed in a gangster outfit, as cold as if everything was frozen; the first time I held her hand, she resisted; in the cafeteria, she didn't want to drag others down, so she said sneering words; The inexplicable kiss when I sobered up; the careful and serious appearance when I was teaching me English... I like her poisonous tongue towards me, her black belly, her serious appearance, her arrogant expression, and her I like the side face when I look into the distance, I like her laughing when she teases me, I like her blushing face when she is kissed...I like all the good and bad things about her, maybe this is what is called love emotion.Ying, if we all love more selfishly, will there be a different ending?