Our Days Together (4)

  Wednesday, May 4, 2010 Mostly Cloudy

  I stood beside Wei Xingyun and watched these last video recordings together with him.

  Everyone in the surveillance footage looks very blurry. I can only vaguely tell which one is me from their clothes and posture, and there are few shots. Wei Xingyun's classmate is not Miura Haruma from a TV series, who can clearly show every blurry figure's face.

  He sat like this for a whole day, without any harvest for such a long time, but Wei Xingyun didn't feel tired at all, and instead found pleasure in it.

  He will cut out every segment of me from the surveillance video, edit them into a single video and play it repeatedly on his computer. Lowering my head to walk, pausing, thinking, wandering, speeding up, and then pausing again...

  It turns out that this is the last image I left in this world. I didn't notice myself, but when I walk, I have so many small movements: scratching my hair, pulling my clothes, rubbing my face... I'm a little embarrassed, it seems that what the small group said before was true, I really don't have any style when walking.

  Wei Xingyun probably thought so too. He leaned back in his computer chair and couldn't help but laugh at himself.

  Laughing and laughing, suddenly eyes turned red.

  I looked at his red eyes and felt a deep sorrow that was about to overwhelm me.

  When I was a reckless girl, I fantasized about many kinds of futures for us: maybe we would be together, maybe we would part ways, he might have a girlfriend like Li Xue, and I might grow old alone with an unrelenting love...

  I even thought that if Wei Xingyun ultimately didn't fall in love with me, and we couldn't be together, I would do something very bad, so he would remember me forever.

  But in those countless futures, there isn't one like today, where I left this world without even saying goodbye, and from then on, heaven and man are forever separated, with no possibility of meeting again.

  I want to cry but can't.

  After returning from N city, I spent the entire holiday with Zhou Shuangshuang.

  At first, she told me in a very decisive tone: "What's past is past, I won't think about it again."

  However, after a day, she began to blame herself and regret leaving him when Atang was in the most difficult time.

  One night, she suddenly woke up crying and turned over to bury her head in my arms, tears streaming down her face as she asked me painfully: "What can I do, Miao Miao, I miss him so much."

  If I hadn't personally been to N city and seen the world where Atang lives, I would have almost softened my heart and helped her find him.

  Actually, I know that one must really like someone a lot to make up their mind, give up their own life, leave their family and friends behind, and fly far away with that person.

  But at that time, we were still young children, even if we really eloped, how could we not be afraid?

  I comforted Zhou Shuang: "Maybe, only when you meet the wrong person will you cherish the right one."

  Although I said that, I'm not quite sure in my heart. Are we definitely wrong the first time we meet? What about me and Wei Xingyun then? Do I have to find someone else to practice love with first?

  "Mengmeng, what are you thinking about? Come out and eat dinner." My dad yelled from outside.

  I hastily withdrew my melancholy thoughts and ran out of the room.

  In the dining room, Dad and Mom have already put the dishes on the table. I walked over to take the chopsticks and distributed them one by one.

  "Eat this, darling, Mom specially cooked beef stew with potatoes for you today."

  "Your mom is biased, she always gives the good stuff to her own daughter first." Dad said with a smile while adding more rice.

  Mom gave him a white eye, "You're jealous of your own daughter, here, have this potato to eat."

  Dad picked up the potatoes in his bowl and smiled at me, "See, you eat meat, while your old man can only eat potatoes."

  Saying so with his mouth, he still swallowed the potato with great satisfaction.

  I looked at the harmonious atmosphere between Dad and Mom, suddenly a little curious, "Dad, Mom, are you each other's first love?"

  "My mom suddenly looked a bit embarrassed, 'What's with the first love stuff? Back then someone introduced me to your dad and I was too young to refuse, so we just started dating.'"

  "Dad puffed out his chest and said, 'What's wrong with refusing? Your mom fell in love with me at first sight, I could tell right away.'"

  "Pfft, Xia Jianmin, who was it that chased me home back then, buying cigarettes for my dad and clothes for my mom, and taking my younger siblings out to play every day? You're not going to distort history again, are you?"

  I burst out laughing and added a spoonful of beef for each of my parents. "Mother dear, Father dear, let's eat!"

  Living in this chaotic world, we always shout that true love is hard to find. However, among our parents' generation, there are countless people who have held hands with only one person for a lifetime. They are shy about saying "I love you", but did they really not experience love throughout their long lives?

  Hand in hand we will grow old together.

  I and Wei Xingyun, why can't I?

  Zhou Shuangshuang took a long time to adjust his mood, during which Yang Can accompanied him all the time.

  From young to old, it's the first time I've seen Yang Can be so attentive to someone. He goes to pick her up from school in the morning, calls her to have lunch together at noon, and accompanies her home in the evening. A person who hates writing so much actually bought a notebook that looks like a model, and dragged Zhou Shuangshuang and me to write our daily mood in it, while he himself specializes in copying jokes onto it.

  Those jokes were so cold and unfunny that I broke out in a cold sweat every time, and one day I finally couldn't help but ask him: "Yang Can, where did you find those jokes?"

  Yang Can awkwardly pulled out a book from his desk: "Storytelling".

  If time could flow backwards, I really want to go back and tell Yang Can that he must remain single, because a destined woman is waiting for him in distant Chongqing. In the past 300 years or the next 300 years, no one can surpass her. And "The Story Will", coincidentally, is also one of her favorite books...

  Many little fans are urging me to post on Weibo, haha, it's really embarrassing that I'm even later than expected...

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