Chapter 164: Happiness Walks Through (5)

(5) If you must understand

If you must understand, then I will tell you the truth.

This is not a story of love at first sight. You have to imagine that there is such a well-trained reporter since childhood, wandering between newspapers and magazines, radio and television, and publishing houses, just like those film and television stars, and everywhere he goes, there are teachers' students, colleagues' friends, and classmates' classmates to help him, like a proud princess.

Suddenly buried in a collapsed mine, he is involved in a conspiracy.

She had been in a coma in a dark room for a week, and she had been receiving infusions, and wherever she could find her blood vessels, she had been punctured, and her limbs were swollen. After the death of her partner, the videographer, she was taken to the hospital and woke up like a newborn baby to get to know her parents and sisters again.

For ten years, she had been trying to recall and figure out the truth of the matter, and she always felt that when she saw a smiling face exactly like his, she could recall that time when she was unconscious. She rides a bicycle through the streets and alleys every day, and when she sees a familiar feeling, she takes pictures, and in order not to alarm the person being photographed, she always goes to a distance to adjust the focus.

When I came home, it wasn't him, but it was like another herself.

It's not a love story, it's just like all lost treasures that are only discovered, until she sees your black and white portrait of plum blossoms often appearing and saying what he said. It's his accent.

You're right, I've been waiting for someone to show up, I've never been able to escape from his grave, always dreaming that he was also rescued, living a reclusive life like me, maybe just on the opposite floor. There is a story in your message that a note with a phone number is wet and the end of the world is close at hand, I go home to the left, and you reply that you are to the right, and that's right!

If it were me, the note was wet and the number was already in his head, he wasn't, he couldn't remember the order of the shots, and he kept rummaging through the rewind to find the shot. Finding an ugly shot of me was like a treasure, and I hated him so much.

You know the rest of the story, and I don't feel sorry for him when I know you're not, because you say you're sober, and he probably won't be sober until the moment he finally gives up his life for me. You said you were injured and couldn't go anywhere at home, so I made a joke, I knew you weren't laughing, and you said the last stab was in your chest.

If you're not satisfied with the end of this, let's talk about it next time.