Text/Jing Chuan
Do you believe in fate?
Some people you thought you would never meet again in this life suddenly meet at an unexpected moment.
In the world of love, there seems to be a script somewhere, and the script says: Your story is not over yet.
Then you will definitely meet again.
01.
I met him when I was walking out of the cinema. At that time, I was struggling with the tangled headphone cables in my bag, and a familiar figure appeared. in front of me.
"Long time no see"
"Long time no see, are you coming to watch a movie?"
"Yes, just like you, a bouquet of love." He waved Shaking the movie ticket in his hand.
I don't know how he knew I watched the film, but that doesn't matter.
What surprised me was that after we broke up, every month when I had free time, I would find a movie, sit in the cinema alone, and watch it quietly.
But I have never met him during this period. This time, it was a one in ten thousand chance.
"Do you have time? Let's have a cup of coffee together."
"Okay"
Sitting in the cafe, he chatted with me about the movie. plot.
He said, do you think the two people in the movie are somewhat similar to us?
I was suddenly stunned.
02.
We met in the university library. That day I went to return a book that I had borrowed for a long time, and I happened to meet him borrowing the book.
When he saw the book in my hand, he looked surprised. Do you also like Borges's poetry collection?
I nodded, and then he read out a line of poetry casually, and I followed up with the next line.
That day, a sense of joy of becoming a close friend narrowed the distance between us.
We left each other’s contact information and would often make appointments to go to the library together; read and appreciate poetry together; participate in poetry competitions together and exchange each other’s works.
Later, we naturally got together.
At that time, we firmly believed that each other was an indispensable person in each other's life. We worked together, grew together, became better poets together, and stood on a larger awards stage.
But after graduation, he suddenly changed.
The books on the bookshelf have never been read, and the poems in the draft box have not been continued.
When I was discussing XX’s new work with him, he was thinking about how to win new projects.
Slowly, the communication and communication between us became less and less. I also wanted to try my best to care about his life, but he always said "you don't understand" and it made me choke.
I am still immersed in the fantasy world of poetry, but he has stepped into the quagmire of reality.
His sentence "Writing poetry is useless, can I make money, can I support myself?" completely ruined our relationship.
I know that he is not wrong, and we are not wrong. I want to stick to what I love, and he wants to work hard not to be eliminated by this world.
So I left without saying goodbye, leaving only one sentence:
I hope all your persistence will not be let down.
02.
"Do you still read and write poems now?"
"You can write, after all, I still point to it to eat." I thought It eased the awkward atmosphere between us, but unexpectedly it aroused some emotion in him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't take you into consideration at the beginning. I was under too much pressure when I just graduated. I just want to work hard every day, earn more money, and give you a better life."
< p> "I know, so I never blamed you. It's because we chose different paths."Later that day, he told me a lot about his work, but in fact, I No one is interested in listening.
I suddenly understood what he was like at that time.
It turns out that the steps of two people are inconsistent. This is how it feels.
When I was about to leave, he suddenly took my hand and staged a true confession.
He said that he came here specifically to meet me today. He knew that I would come to watch this movie, so he bought the earliest ticket and waited.
He also said that now that he has the ability to give me a better life, I can just write poetry and create with peace of mind.
In fact, I had already guessed that it takes more than an hour's drive from his company's place to this cinema, and he rarely goes to the movies. In the past, he only did it to accompany me.
I thought the meeting was accidental, but in fact, he had planned it for a long time.
But the half hour between meeting and chatting with him was the most difficult time for me.
He was talking about professional terms that I didn’t understand, and I was thinking about what kind of material today’s video could give me.
There has long been an unbridgeable gap between us. He doesn’t understand that when we separated from him, it wasn’t because he thought he couldn’t give me a better life, nor was it because he couldn’t be with me. We read and created together.
He gave up on his dream and at the same time tried to destroy my belief.
The things he loved so much at the time now sounded like discarded garbage to him.
He is no longer the person with whom we could chat, write poems and talk about dreams.
03.
"Since you have seen the movie, you should know the ending of the story."
After rejecting him, I left directly.
After I went back, I wrote a poem and published it on my personal account.
After a long time, a strange account commented:
What can I do to keep you?
I will give you thin streets, desperate sunsets, The moon in the wilderness.
I give you the sorrow of a person who has been looking at the lonely moon for a long time.
It is a poem by Borges. We met because of this poem and ended because of this poem.
I suddenly wanted to cry.
At that moment, I knew that the so-called fate arranged by God for you to meet again was to let you say goodbye well.