Chapter 8: Unfortunately it's not you 2

Ogawa's determination is very resolute, so he left, so he gave up. Maybe leaving can still leave a shadow. Persistence is just torturing himself.

But after looking through his blog, he found that he was wrong. After doing so much, he didn't leave anything called shadow in his heart. I think my determined departure can make more memories between the two people, and they are the most familiar strangers.

[A little sad]

[For him?]

[Maybe.]

[That kind of man is not worth it]

[I know]

[Men are too complicated. I guess what they are thinking, but they never know what they want]

[Actually, women are more complicated]

[Women are very simple]

[It's easy for women to love you, but it's complicated if they don't love you.]

[So people are complicated.]

[Women are more complicated than linear algebra.]

Xiaochuan laughed. Sure enough, Xiao Yu in the Department of Mathematics even thinks about mathematics. In fact, it's so happy to have such a friend. At least if you are unhappy, you can complain and complain.

Tomorrow, I will accompany Xiaolong to visit the city. This place is called the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties. There are many heroes, red and pink colors. Today's white bones and fragrant tombs are empty.

Forget about sadness. Even if I love him no matter how much I love, he can't help himself. There is no place for me in his heart. Then let it go. Just like the community, let it go. Xiaochuan smiled bitterly, and there was something warm in his eyes that was about to overflow.

"Where are you going today?" Ogawa didn't sleep well at night, so he naturally got up very late in the morning. After all, he agreed to go out with others, and he felt a little more guilty.

"Let me think about it, let's go to Zhongshan Mausoleum." Xiaolong said with a smile.

"Okay."

"Let's go."

"En."

The two of them set out from Xiaochuan's school, about an hour and a half's drive. Xiaolong's spirit today is much better than that of Xiaochuan because he slept better yesterday.

The Zhongshan Mausoleum is actually not just a Zhongshan Mausoleum, but the whole Zhongshan Scenic Area. It is composed of three parts: Linggu Temple, Zhongshan Mausoleum and Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum. Xiaochuan has been in this city for more than a year. This is the first time to come here.

The mountain is just a mountain, and the temple is just a temple, but there is the ancient charm here, the favorite charm of Xiaochuan.

Maybe Ogawa is not a modern girl, but more like an ancient woman. I have taught her that kind of classical edification since she was a child.

I like the hairpin, long hair, loosely rolled up, the fringe of the hairpin, the swaying pendant, gently swaying with the pace, the feeling of shaking makes Ogawa feel very at ease.

Wanqing Silk Wanqing Thought

A thousand-mile marriage

Jinbu shaking glazed hairpin

All kinds of green silk gather with fate

Don't make this a memory

Acacia buckle lover's knot

Acacia

Conjunction concentric

The sky is charming

The earth is enchanting

The hair is like love

The entanglement will never leave

The feelings rolled up by the hairpin and the green silk rolled up with heart. If two people can stay together like this, is it that one person who wants to roll up long hair for another person and put up her heart for her will never be sad again?

I also like the thing called cheongsam, which is very classical. Ogawa's favorite, thin cheongsam with long rolled up hair, as if he had returned to ancient times and performed his own play.

They wandered on the mountain all day. The two of them climbed the whole mountain, although they only looked at the Zhongshan Mausoleum from afar, admired the Ming Xiaoling, and finally visited the place full of history.

The Confucius Temple is most brightly lit at night. The ancient and lonely place is still prosperous, losing the feasting of the Six Dynasties, and more urban noise. The lively place makes Xiaochuan feel lonely.

The food of Confucius Temple is the most first-class, and it is one of the classical cultures left in the city. I just can't eat the taste of the past, and I can't eat the taste of nostalgia.

Maybe Ogawa's retro complex is entangled in the bones. It can't be erased or thrown away. No matter where it is, it thinks of such a little classical, that little feeling, that little pride.

The two of them played very late and were very tired when they went back. When their bodies were very tired, their minds would be particularly clear. Many things are recalled in my mind one by one.

[It turned out that I did everything, but I couldn't leave anything behind.]

[Who can stay?]

[Maybe this is love]

[I didn't get justice in love.]

[You didn't get the fairness you wanted, and I didn't get the fairness I wanted.]

[...]

[It's that simple. There is no fairness in love.]

The avatar on QQ will never flash again. It is almost early morning. This is the first conversation between Xiaomei and Xiaochuan after breaking up. It is a very heavy conversation. In the end, it is Xiaomei who is unable to insist. Xiaochuan found himself very cruel. He knew that he loved another person and expected him to be fair to himself. As Xiaochuan said, there is no fairness in love. You can't care who loves more, who loves whom, or who doesn't.

Ogawa tried his best to forget pessimism, and there are still many things to face, not to indulge in memories.

The community is finally going to leave. Do you want to make an explanation to give an explanation to the children who have brought in by themselves? The rights in the association have nothing to do with them. I promised them at the beginning, but now I want to destroy it with my own hands.

Ogawa turned on the computer and typed such a text.

"This is the second Eleven here, the Eleven of the second person. I live alone on that Eleven. I have nothing to worry about, no love, nothing to lose.

I'm still alone on October 1st. Nothing is in my hand. I have nothing, nothing left.

I said goodbye to my love, goodbye to my thoughts; goodbye to my community, goodbye to the children I brought in; it's kind of reluctance.

My persistence is like the pride I insist on. I don't want anyone to see my cowardice. If someone wants to leave, I will easily let go without any retention. It's not that I don't love, it's not that I don't have any nostalgia. It's just that I have my pride. I won't give up my pride and don't want to compromise for anyone. Just like I want to leave, even if I don't want to leave, even if I want to cry, I still have to leave. My pride is not something that can be broken so easily.

Our happiness will finally come back. As long as we know that we have loved so deeply, we don't ask if it's worth it or not, and who gives us a choice to leave.

Leaving is not the choice given to me by anyone, and leaving is not the choice I give to anyone. It's just that my pride makes me feel completely. No matter how painful it is, I want to be strong and not even leave the reason to cry for myself.

This time I decided to leave. The first and last party with my department members on the 6th. Let's let it go like this. That place does not belong to me, just like the love once did not belong to me. The person who wants to leave will never be retained.

IfIletyougo,IfIletyougo,Ifyouletmego.