She is very old. A head of snow-white hair. Walking, trembling.
But every day, she walks to that intersection with a cane. Look up to the end of the intersection. Even if her eyes are out of sight.
The winter wind blew violently on her wrinkled face.
She just remained silent, like a squatting statue.
A group of children surrounded her, as if they were having some kind of fun. Someone pulled her sleeves, someone scribbled on her body, someone threw dirt in her hair.
She has no idea.
No one in the village could remember exactly how old she was. When she came to this village, she already looked like this. And she lived in this place for another ten years.
Except for the increasingly thin body.
Many people wonder why she comes to that intersection every day.
Maybe waiting for someone to pick her up.
She spent one spring and another in that colorless dress.
No one ever came.
The children around me also got married and started businesses one after another.
Changed another face after another.
Only she will always stand at the intersection of the village with that affectionate feeling.
it's dark. Bright. Repeatedly.
The winter of that year was extremely cold. It snowed heavily for three days and three nights. Thick snow was piled up at the door, and the hot air exhaled seemed to be frozen into ice.
She got up as usual, simply ate some food and went to the place where she had been keeping watch.
Snowflakes are flying all over the sky.
Freezing time.
She is very thinly dressed. Without a coat, the snowflakes fell on my body layer by layer. She didn't even have the strength to brush it away.
She remained in this positionuntil dark
When she was found, she was already dead.
Whether it is death of old age, disease, freezing, or starvation no one goes to the bottom of it.
Quietly, nothing to do with others, no parting.
Like the heavy snow that year, covering all bad memories.
After waiting for many years
Finally someone remembered her. Come to this village to find her.
The visitor also faltered with white hair
The words spoken by the toothless mouth were indistinct.
No one understood what he said.
Until he saw the lonely grave, tears fell like rain in an instant.
He ran to the grave and knelt down.
There were crowds of people standing around.
Is it tears of repentance?
It turned out that she was the woman he had loved all his life.
She was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease ten years ago. Memories come and go. Sometimes even loved ones are forgotten.
? Even if there are five children, due to the constraints of family conditions, they are unwilling to support her think she is a burden
So he secretly sent her to this village to live alone.
The direction she has been looking up is where her home is
She never seems to have forgotten
And he just took one more look at her in the crowd when he was young, and he has never forgotten her face since then
The most regrettable thing in life is that she got married, but the groom is not him
But he has been waiting for her.
From 20 years old to the gray-haired 80 years old
But she has completely forgotten about him
So, every day he would come to the intersection of this village. Hesitating and wandering.
Send her mealssend her a cotton coat to resist the cold
Just like a long time ago, he stood in the distance and watched her get married and slowly become a mature woman
"Who are you" Sometimes, she would whisper like a dream.
"Your patron saint." He replied jokingly.
"Ohdid I see you yesterdayyour voice is very similar to his" she said.
See, she started talking nonsense again
We cannot define a relationship. Whether it's nice or dirty.
He once secretly kissed her face. want to possess her body. Even if they are in their twilight years. But he stopped just before his lips were on her face. Because he saw the wrinkles on her face, so deep, so vicissitudes, and the white hair all over her headthey are all traces of his lovehe should protect this beauty
There should be no dirty end to purity
Now she is dead.
His heart died.
He wanted to be with her in an open and aboveboard manner.
So, after thinking about it for countless dayshe seemed to see the approach of deathdreaming of her young appearance
He knew he was going to die
He came to her side guarding her for the last time in the name of a friend
He said, I like you is really a long time Time is like a boundless ocean, it rushes forward with memories
You forgot me, but I never forgot you. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com