There is no time to sit quietly in front of the computer like this for a long time. Outside the window is the drizzle whispering. I hit the keyboard and let my thoughts fly. Maybe what's on my mind right now is still messy. Since the 21st, I can't help thinking of a lot, a lot.
That day, I had a good time. The good friend who grew up together is going to get married. I'm glad I can be by her side on the day she gets married. Watched her put on red makeup, watched her offer tea to her parents, watched her brother hold up a red wedding umbrella for him, and watched her walk toward the wedding car in the blessing of her relatives.
I remember the night before my brother went to join the army last year, he told me again and again, Sister, you must wait for me to get married, you know? It must be!
On May Day this year, we went to the army to see him, and he took me aside and seriously said to me, Sister, don't worry about getting married, do you fully understand him? Is he serious about you? You are too trusting. Think about it. Don't worry. You are so young. On the way back to Xiangzhou, my brother called again, sister, you have to wake up, do you really like him? In my eyes, you are happy, very chic person, but you look at you now, I can feel that you are unhappy. You have to figure out whether he chose you because of marriage or whether he wanted to get married because of you. Sister, don't do anything stupid. You must wait for me to get married. If he really wants to be with you, won't he wait for this time?!
I am really looking forward to the way my brother gave me an umbrella on my wedding day. But he doesn't understand, maybe he doesn't care at all. Therefore, can not wait, is the best excuse. So, that day, a grain of sand flew into my eyes, and what I saw was a vague future.
It is only now that I understand that it is not us that are wrong, but time and distance. You can now look at what you once thought to be extremely stupid with gratitude. Everything that moves me, everyone who warms me, because of these, I can muster up the courage to do so many impossible things, beautiful, sad, are transformed into clouds on the horizon. I don't want to touch it, and I can't touch it.
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