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63 Today is the nth time they quarreled.
I can't remember exactly what the quarrel was about.
It was raining heavily outside. In the cold late autumn, she was wrapped in a coat with pajamas that she hadn't had time to change inside.
The long hair was messy and messed up when it was wet by the rain. Like rags that cannot be tangled.
The night was solidified and could not be dispersed.
He didn't chase it out.
The city is more humid and cold after being infiltrated by rain.
She stood in the heavy rain, crying hard.
The body trembled.
The lips were bitten deeply by the teeth.
A pair of slippers had already been filled with stagnant water.
The coldness rose along the ankles, filling my heart step by step.
She stared back at the dim light from that one window.
He did not appear at the window.
In despair. She dialed a person's number. He seemed to have made up his mind.
She walked down the street in the other direction.
The man sits on the sofa in the living room and smokes. The air was silent and about to explode.
Together for ten years.
From 20 to 30 years old. When it came time to talk about marriage, the two quarreled constantly.
The little things in life can start a big fight.
Maybe it's because I don't love anymore, so my heart is cold.
He smoked one cigarette after another. At only 30 years old, there are already wrinkles on his forehead.
He didn't chase it out, and he didn't seem to want to stage the endless cycle of admitting his mistakes, reconciling, arguing, and reconciling.
He wanted to give an answer to his feelings.
I don't want to torture each other.
So, in this heavy night, with the heavy rain outside the window, I couldn't calm my heartbeat. Thinking hard what should I do next?
?Memory is like a river breaking its embankment, what gushes out is nostalgia for the past.
he loves her.
But she no longer loves him.
Thinking of this, he became even more anxious.
Since when did feelings become a contest.
became a source of pain.
She despised him for not doing anything. I dislike him for ten years and he is still a small employee of a company. Dislike others to middle-aged potbellied. Dislike him for being unromantic, having no ideals, and having no passion for the future
Summarized by her words. He seems to be good for nothing.
He frowned.
Is she perfect?
?Constantly gaining weight, not being able to clean up housework, meals are always a mess It is far from a "perfect wife".
Her eyes are no longer clean and transparent. Contaminated with secular fireworks, it becomes turbid.
Forgetting just one birthday can prevent her from speaking to him for ten days.
He stubbed out his half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray.
The head hurts more and more.
Breaking up seems to be a matter of time.
The clock swung slowly.
One hour, two hours
After a long night, it was dawn and the rain stopped. She hasn't come back yet.
He sat in the same posture all night. The eyes are always fixed on the door.
If she comes back.
he thought. I will forgive her.
The woman appeared in an apartment. Standing in front of her was another man who liked her.
"Have you figured it out?" The man's voice was deep and magnetic.
"Think about it." The woman answered while clutching the hem of her clothes. Her hair was still dripping, and a lot of water had accumulated around where she was standing.
"We're getting married next month."
"Can can can"
The first day she disappeared.
Facing an empty bed. It used to be the right-hand position where she slept. said silently.
"We've been together for so many years, I'm reluctant to let go, and I'm used to it, if she can change her bad temper. Or don't always compare me with other people, I will love her more"
The day after it disappeared.
When I got home from get off work, the room was quiet. Without her munching on snacks, or lying on the sofa playing with his mobile phone while bluffing, let him cook.
He had the urge to cry while eating alone.
"Actually, no matter how tired you are, being able to cook for the woman you like is a kind of happiness."
Disappeared on the third day.
?There is no news about her.
It's just that there are no clothes for her in the room.
She came back and took her things.
At that moment, he felt that he couldn't leave her at all.
"Because I love her, all her shortcomings have been smoothed out. What I used to feel disgusted has become cute."
Try calling her cell phone. All shutdown beeps.
He walked up and down the room, clueless.
Frantically searched the streets and alleys of the city.
Don't eat, don't sleep. People become decadent.
Sometimes hallucinations occur. In the turbulent sea of ??people, I think it is her, but I also feel that it is not her.
Vaguely like dreaming.
The fifth day of disappearance.
"If I find her. I will never leave her."
But he still couldn't find her.
He was disheartened.
Deeply understand the pain of "lost my love forever".
He learned to drink.
Maybe fall in love with other women.
Men will never feel that what they can't get is the most beautiful. She is unique and irreplaceable.
One month later.
The man was on his way home from get off work.
At the end of the road.
See a woman in a red plaid coat. She was carrying a suitcase, her straight hair was still soft and long.
Looking at each other, both of them stopped in their tracks.
A rebirth of "survival after a catastrophe" is exciting.
She has come back.
A little thinner.
For some reason, he actually thinks she still looks fatter.
Tears welled up in his eyes. He ran over without hesitation and hugged her tightly.
Time seemed to stand still.
In an instant, the length of happiness is frozen.
I thought about the dialogue many times.
Unexpectedly, what came out of my mouth was actually.
"Why did you come back?"
"I've made up my mind, I want to be with you." The woman wept uncontrollably.
In fact, they all understand. None of them have the extra strength to spend ten years loving someone.
On the day before the wedding. She escaped marriage.
Love fades in the years.
Romance becomes an appendage of reality.
What really makes us reluctant to let go is the love that no longer exists but we tried our best.
When love becomes a habit.
It is a lifetime of perseverance.
The rest of my life
Lyricist Ma Liang
Composer Ma Liang
Find the sun in a windless place
Be a warm sun in your cold place
There are a lot of people
You are always too naive
The rest of my life
I only want you
The rest of my life
Fengxue is you
It's you
Poverty is also you
Ronghua is you
The gentleness in my heart is you
by the eyes
also you
I want to take you to see the clear sky
I want to tell you out loud that I'm obsessed with you
The past is in a hurry
You will always be moved
The rest of my life
I only want you
The rest of my life
Fengxue is you
Chunhua is you
Xia Yu is also you
Qiuhuang is you
The four seasons are you
by the eyes
also you
The rest of my life
Fengxue is you
It's you
Poverty is also you
Ronghua is you
The gentleness in my heart is you
by the eyes
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