Walking in the park, after you left, you can finally smoke freely, but the smoke is so bitter and astringent.
Approaching the ancient cypress tree, sitting under it, holding the imagination and sighing lightly.
It's the first time we met, isn't it?
A dissolute teenager was smoking under a tree, and the beautiful and delicate girl leaned down and said to him, "Smoking is bad for your health."
Laughing so sincerely.
The teenager is still smoking, regardless. When the girl saw the boy's rotten wood, she lightened his head and ran away.
For the first time, my heart was slightly sweet.
I sigh that the beginning of the story is always so beautiful that people can't imagine the cruel ending.
Now, only messy memories are left.
I remember I had a bad cold. You can't stop coughing. You've been accompanying the bed and carrying water to deliver food.
Mother is very kind, touching your head and saying, "I wish you were my daughter-in-law."
I looked up between coughs and just saw your blushing face.
How cute.
Life is not always smooth sailing. When I went to your house, I held your hand in spite of your opposition.
Your father flew into a rage and pointed at me and said that I was not human, which affected your study and was unkind.
You cried. But my father pushed me into the bedroom.
Your father pointed at my nose again and said never to see you again, or I'll break your leg.
I don't care. Look down at my father, who is 1.65 meters tall, and say hello in a friendly way.
Reach out and turn around.
"Uncle, do you smoke?" I question it.
"Get out!"
I whistled and strode out, leaving behind my panicked mother, angry father and innocent you.
My you.
You often faint at the beginning of your illness.
When you open your eyes, you will always see my smiling face. You will always jump on me and cry.
"Fool, I've always been here."
"I don't want to go, I don't want to go ..."
My heart, was delayed.
It hurts for you.
That time I fed fish in a fish pond, I brought a hook from home, and you said no, the fish would hurt.
"You really don't want one?" I don't understand.
"I don't want to now." You laughed, slapped me and ran away.
But after running for a few steps, I feel sick. Take a deep breath.
I hold you gently from behind. "I see."
I really hope you don't leave. I can catch up with you forever.
Forever and ever.
But you left after all, on a rainy day, a very cold rainy day.
You were pushed into the stove and I wandered in the street.
I smoked four packs of cigarettes and my chest hurts.
Tears mixed with rain soaked me and frozen everything.
No. Everything I have is buried in the stove.
After the memory is over, dust yourself off and set off.
I remember your last sentence: be sure to be well.