Watching Bo Xian walk away, my eyes filled with tears
"It's over... it's all over"
As if a century had passed, I slowly moved towards the grass and picked up the bracelet
After so many years of entanglement...
In the end, we got nothing but pain, let's end it
Tears wet the bracelet, it's not your fault, it's just good luck, we both walked with each other for a while...
The time line...
I sat on the reef by the sea, watching the waves lapping against the shore, the sky darkened slightly, watching the sun set
In the past, Bo Xian always clamored for me to accompany him to watch the sunset. At that time, I laughed at him for not staying at home and playing with the computer
It doesn't look like it now, I remember he said something to me in the sunset
"They all like the sunshine and want to hug him, but they ignore it. If they are too close, they will burn. Some people choose to give up, while others choose to continue chasing."
At the time I didn't know what he meant, now I fully understand
Originally, he wanted to choose to continue chasing, but found that the sun and Ben didn't need him, so he chose to give up
How disappointed...
"It's getting dark... Let's go back."
A gentle voice came from behind, a girl's voice broke my mind
I turned to look at her and she sighed and sat with me watching the sun go down
The woman in front of me is Lin Qing. Since what she said to me a few months ago, our relationship has become very good. We often go out shopping and talk together. She is my only female friend and can be counted as a best friend
"Why are you here..."
I opened my mouth and said, I didn't expect her to be here at all
"Then what about you... why are you here?"
She lit a cigarette, smoked it in her mouth, and the breath she spit out was a little choking
I frowned and saw her smoking for the first time. In my impression, she has always been very girly, gentle and virtuous
"Actually, I often come here to watch the sunset... watch the sea, staying with them is much easier than getting along with others."
She puffed and spoke to me, very skillfully, as if she always did...
She seems to have a story about her. Many times, I want to ask her, but the words are held back when they reach her mouth. The wound that finally scabbed, why did I tear it off?
Seeing my expression, she smiled...
"Surprising, right?"
I was silent, as I acquiesced to her words...
Her eyes were grey and cold, her eyes were hesitant, as if she had seen through many things, there was no yearning, no light
After a while...
"Actually, I used to be a bad girl, fighting, smoking, drinking, like a punk"
She said it, as if releasing a lot of thoughts, but showing a sad breath
