The first fallen leaves of autumn inadvertently fall on your first smile. In the haze, the boy under the sun is a different kind of gorgeous scenery. Wandering and hesitating, you are like a parting fu, and I am intoxicated in melancholy.
The fleeting richness has entered my life, and it shines like fire. Am I destined to linger in this life and go further with you? There is hope in the pupils of looking at it, and too much romance is told by a pair of eyes that do not belong to me.
The birds are still singing, and the fragrance is still in the twilight of this day.
In the blink of an eye, your figure began to shine in my class, and a military merit medal hung with great pride on the chest of your school uniform, which is the glory of your relatives, and you are extremely proud.
Although you always hide a subtle trace of sadness, you still move forward. A new beginning, a new story, opens with you.
In the blink of an eye, we met between classes. You seem to have something on your mind, and you don't say a word. I asked softly, and you slowly talked about your family.
It turned out that his father was an officer and left home when he was a child. And mother, you died of illness when you were very young. At the mention of this, your eyes turned red and your voice choked, and I couldn't help but feel sad in my heart.
Without your mother's company, you must be very lonely. Father is not around, what do you have besides a military medal.
I can't bear to disturb your hidden tears, just quietly accompany you. The setting sun pulls out a long oblique figure around you, and the military merit medal shines dazzlingly in the sunset. I know that it is the deep longing for your mother in your heart, and the deep expectation you have for your father.
After parting, the residual warmth remains. And I will always be with you.
When I came home from school that day, my mother, as usual, asked me how I had been at school recently. I remembered you, a new classmate who had transferred to another school, and told my mother that your father was an officer and that your mother had died.
Unexpectedly, my mother was furious when she heard this, and repeatedly scolded me for not believing it casually and then talking nonsense.
I was puzzled and indignant. I clearly had good intentions and wanted to tell my mother about my classmate's family situation and show my concern and sympathy.
Seeing my mother's angry appearance, I didn't dare to argue anymore. It's just that my heart is full of confusion and unwillingness. I'm sure you, as a good friend, wouldn't lie about it, and you wouldn't make such jokes about it.
There must be something I don't understand that caused my mother to have such a big misunderstanding. I swore to myself that I would find out why.
A few days later, I still haunted my mother's reaction. One weekend, I plucked up the courage to ask my mother why she was so angry. Only then did the mother calm down and calmly analyze the signs of the incident.
She said that at your age, it is difficult to understand the complexities of the adult world. There must be a lot of hidden secrets in this that you don't understand. With your father's character, he would not casually say that his wife has died.
It is very likely that he did this because he harbored a very deep hatred for your mother, so he would orchestrate such a lie to deceive you when you were still young.
I still couldn't understand why, but I didn't ask any further. Maybe my mother was right, and the relationship between adults was far more complicated than I could now realize.
However, this incident was like a knot, firmly tied to my heart, constantly reminding me of my mother's abnormal reaction that day. I silently remembered in my heart that one day, I would find out the truth.
As time passed, I grew up and understood what my mother called "the complexity of the adult world". During the years of hard study, you and I gradually drifted apart.
Until one day, a bombshell news spread quickly on campus - it turned out that your mother did not die, but was sentenced to labor camp many years ago.
The truth of this news shocked the teachers and students of the school. I was even more surprised, and my heart was mixed. A mother's words from many years ago immediately came to mind, and her reaction at that time, all this finally made sense.
Later, I learned through various channels that your father went to participate in the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam and fought bravely on the front line. And your mother, in the rear, is cheating on your father behind the back of the neighborhood man.
It wasn't until two years later that your father, who had made great achievements in the war, came home triumphantly and wanted to surprise his wife, but the moment he opened the door, he saw the scene of his wife and lover entangled in the East House.
I can't imagine how your father felt at that time. He brushed shoulders with death countless times on the front line, but unexpectedly, the deadliest knife came from his dearest person.
The sky and the earth in his heart are shattered, I am afraid it is like the moment when the comrades around him are hit by the enemy. The blood in his heart was all shed at that moment.
Your father angrily reported the incident to the army, and the commander of the army was furious and sentenced both your mother and her lover to a labor camp. The incident caused a sensation, and even several local leaders were held accountable.
For years, I didn't believe you would make up lies about your mother's death. Now that the truth is revealed, I understand that you are also the biggest victim of this accident. You were still so young that you were forced to face the cruelty and betrayal of the world.
I don't know how painful and disappointed you were at that time. But I know that this will be an eternal pain in your heart.
After the truth was revealed, I completely understood the true meaning of the phrase "the world is impermanent". It turns out that the innocent adult world in my eyes is full of betrayal, hatred and cruel reality.
I began to examine the beautiful and innocent ideas of the past, such as heroism, morality, the eternity of love, and so on. I found that those were just wishful thinking of my own and did not fit into this cruel world.
The tragedy of your parents has taught me that adult relationships are far from being as simple as they seem.
There may be too many things that cannot be seen, such as the paranoia caused by misery and loneliness. We all have our flaws, and maybe one day I'll suffer a similar betrayal.
But I still choose to believe in love and kindness, and in the beautiful side of human nature.
Over the years, I have also grown up slowly, and I am no longer the whimsical little girl I used to be. I began to learn to accept the difficulties and injustices in my life, but still try to make my life authentic and meaningful.
Perhaps it is these stories of tears and blood that have made my growth bear unforgettable fruits.
Life is too short and I don't want to be bound by the past. I believe that you must be like me, after experiencing such pain, you will definitely try to look forward and start a new life.
Wherever fate takes us, I sincerely wish you all the best in your new journey.