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Dahuang now wags its tail at me and shows me its soft white belly. Since I met Wen, I've been plucking Dahuang's head every day. I told them both, don't underestimate me today, because tomorrow I will definitely become a great writer.
But after reading all of my manuscripts, he never praised me once, and never said he believed in me.
Wen always avoids discussing the topics of the future and ideals with me.
"Will you have a chance to come back to town later, Wu Huan?" Although I couldn't see, those were truly beautiful big eyes, even though they were monolid. I didn't hear what Wen said at all, I just saw his eyes blinking, and a whole spring could lie on his eyelashes.
This sentence is so important, I should ask him to repeat it so that I can answer it properly. At least I won't have to um and ah. The future fate can actually be determined by a delayed response.
Wen Even if I gaze into the canyon, the abyss will only stare back at me. I've touched every joint of Wen's fingers; his hands are so beautiful, they should be holding a pen and galloping across the paper for miles. One summer night, we lay on the grass, and he listened as I counted one thousand and one stars. Well, luckily he couldn't see, as that night there was only the moon. I lied to Wen with the intention of making him happy.
During that time, Wen was always gloomy, or perhaps Wen was never lively enough, and those days seemed more like being fed up with despair.
Silence is the best rejection.
But he has never rejected me and Dahuang. When Dahuang acts coquettishly, he keeps nudging his head into Wen's hand. As for me, I will shake his shoulders frantically, hoping for Wen's golden words.
"Everything has happened, and nothing has changed," he looked sorrowful and tried to touch my face, but ended up touching my head instead, very awkwardly, like he was petting a cat. I didn't know what he was saying, but if it was about our meeting, I would be willing to live ten years less in exchange for meeting Wen earlier, because the way I lived before was a waste.
However, I didn't expect to stop worrying about the future so soon.
"The village will be flattened into a plain, the old trees will die, we won't be together, I just don't know when it's going to happen, you'll write out that thing... but Wu Huan you can't write. Wen suddenly said a lot of things, and he was crying when he said them, his eyes were so beautiful. It started raining unexpectedly, making my head spin, and what's even more annoying is that I'm nearsighted and wear glasses, I had to grab onto Wen and run away with Dahuang becoming a drowned dog.
I think, at least we should get far away from those trees that are not suitable for hiding from the rain."
But he kept holding me tightly, saying, "Wu Huan, you can't write. The closer you get to your ideal success, the closer you get to your death."
"I'm not afraid of death, Wen. I can't go back to town," I tried to reassure him. Wen's body was trembling, and I didn't know why he was so afraid.
Wen has the ability to foresee future events, but it's incomplete. He can only see fragmented moments. It's like I am his second major confirmation about the future. He will find me after he turns 16, and he did—only to witness the passing of a life close to his own. So Wen doesn't know how to face me, and he's lost the courage to stay silent.
—"The new village will be razed to the ground, the old tree will die, and we won't be together..."
"Also, I will become a Great writer and after completing that work, I will die before you."
I know all the details of what happened in the past better than anyone else, just as he lost his light, and my cost was my life. I was going to leave anyway, so I made a plan. It's a million times easier to die than to live, isn't it?
My corneas were donated to Wen.
I didn't die for anyone in particular, just happened to end for life.
Not only the fragrance of flowers and the chirping of birds, in the future, Wen can also look up at the bright sun and blue sky like a normal person. He can see the old trees with his own eyes, see the Dahuang under the trees, but Wen, intends to live for the childish world in my writing. He has truly become the eternal and classic beautiful boy in "The Beautiful Boy and the Country Dog."
Photos, photo album, old trees, Wen.
Why is it that as soon as she closes her eyes, another pair of bright eyes immediately appears in her mind?
"Wu Huan, Plum is ripe, why aren't you leaving? If you wait any longer, you won't be able to eat it fresh." A friend came to pick her up, holding a huge double umbrella, and said this to her. At that moment, she suddenly realized something. On the short stone bridge, she couldn't take another step forward no matter what. She was nailed to the spot, only able to shed tears, unable to respond.
So it turns out the plums are ripe, so it turns out the plums are ripe. The plums in July, he finally waited for them to ripen.
Wen spent four years looking for the tree, and then who knows how long he waited for his own "bomb," sixteen photos, recording every time she returned empty-handed.
She never succeeded in stopping herself from wanting to die, and she never managed to convince Wen to live well. Wen knows everything, including her presence and her inability to change. He goes along with the story, never showing any real emotions. The wind doesn't tell Wen anything; he only knows that Wu Huan will definitely leave.
"You will leave."
"Will you have a chance to return to the town later, Wu Huan?"
"Everything has happened, nothing has changed."
Awakening from a dream, Wu Huan touched the glass, and outside the car window, there was a torrential rain.
She traveled through several stops on the bus, and unfortunately her only umbrella was left at the convenience store. People, people, people everywhere in the world, the sound of rain pitter-pattering. The noisy chatter in the bus made the music in her headphones sound muffled.
It couldn't be called "Alice in Wonderland," but in that moment, what was she thinking? She was just an ordinary person, completely ordinary, unable to pull anyone out of the abyss.
In the book, Wen can only exist within the pages. Although I don't know why I feel regretful about the ending of this story, my regretful emotions also vanish like fireworks, fleeting and brief.
It turns out that Plum has ripened, and the story cycle has ended. She always appears suddenly, and then suddenly leaves, ending without a trace.
Wu Huan is an important friend who is destined to lose contact with Wen. In a certain time and space, there may be a " Wen " shedding tears for the disappearing figure in the photo at this moment. No, this does not fit the image of a deity. If it were Wen, he would probably drive himself to the Green Mountains, plant a small tree, pretend to wait with Dahuang for countless days and nights, and then be overjoyed when the other person reappeared.
"I am Wen, as the rumor goes."
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