Chapter 45 Wind Chime Fragments

When Yu Mancao returned to his home again, he saw a car downstairs.

There is a guard next to the open trunk, and another person is coming down with a familiar suitcase.

She counted step by step, and the idea of returning to the first floor to count again.

The door of her house was open. She walked to the door of the man's room, where a woman was packing her luggage.

She thought that there was no luggage for this woman to pack and take away for a long time.

The woman looked up and saw her standing at the door. "Mom is going to be engaged to Uncle Ann."

She stood where she was and couldn't step forward.

"Go to your room to pack your luggage and go with your mother later."

She glanced at the increasingly empty wardrobe, "It's close to the school, so it's more convenient to go to school."

"Real?" The woman stopped her movements and looked embarrassed.

"It doesn't matter if I live here alone." After saying this, she went back to her room and sat in front of the chair.

Soon after, I heard the sound of the door closing.

Straightforest, there is no sound of remination.

She closed her eyes and stood up. Her hand on the door was a little hesitant, but she still opened her door.

There are fewer and fewer things that belong to that woman in this place.

Everything that can be used has been taken away.

Clothes, shoes, cosmetics, books...

All that's left is what I don't need anymore... and her.

She locked the door and drew her own territory.

She turned on the TV, turned it up, and played an entertainment program that was heard to be popular among her peers.

Although I don't know anyone, I still look at it like this.

"Papa--"

A loud noise pulled back her wandering consciousness, and the sound source was the wind chime hanging on the next balcony.

The glass wind chime that fell to the ground because the rope was loose has broken into a piece of dregs.

She looked at the string of wind chimes that were completely changed, and suddenly a fragment of memory appeared in her mind.

She ran back to the room and found a photo album in the bottom drawer.

The photo album hidden by her.

A photo is a photo album of memories...

And countless memories add up to the unbearable past.

In those years that have passed, she found the memory of Fengling...

On the day of a woman's birthday, the family of three went to the park together.

It's a woman's birthday, but it's like a little girl's birthday.

After renting a boat, the two adults rowed hard. The little girl put her hand into the water playfully, and the woman always stopped immediately and grabbed her other hand.

The little girl sat happily on the merry-go-round alone, circle after circle, and the two adults put their hands on the fence to look at her.

On the way home, passing by the wind chime stall, the little girl was unwilling to leave in front of the stall. She acted coquettishly with the two people again and again, such as "If you buy a wind chime, you will never buy anything else" and "This is the last time, only this time" and so on. The child forgot what she said.

The two people couldn't beat the little girl and bought her this string of wind chimes.

The little girl ran with the wind chime very contentedly. The two adults chased behind and shouted, run slowly and don't fall. It's very dangerous after the wind chime is broken.

After returning home, the man took out his camera and wanted to take a picture of the birthday star.

There was a cake on the coffee table. The woman sat on the sofa, holding the little girl in her arms, and the little girl held the wind chimes with a smile on her face.

That string of wind chimes is exactly the little girl's last act coquettishly.

A word has come true.

And this album has many, many, many... such memories.

Photos can be fixed to remember, but not time.

It can prove the truth of what happened, but it can't take the person back to the original time and space.

Mancao looked at the smiling faces of the three people in the photo and felt more and more strange.

She doesn't have such a happy family, she doesn't have such loving parents, and she won't act coquettishly...

Why can't people be the same from beginning to end?

Why can't a relationship be the same from beginning to end?

Why?

Did she accidentally travel into other parallel worlds when she was growing up?

It is obviously the same person. In the same world, it is still like glue in this time and space, but in another time and space, it is like a stranger...

... This kind of change that cannot be explained scientifically is not scientific at all!

She went back to the balcony and back to the residue.

If she fell down and broke this string of wind chimes at that time, what would she become?

Don't cry if you are coaxed? Being reprimanded for being disobedient? Are you sent to the doctor with heartache?

But no matter what it becomes, there are no two adults standing behind her and saying, "Don't touch the fragments with your hands!"

The wind chime that will break into pieces one day, is it better to break it earlier when everyone is still happy, or is it better to break it later?

Is it better to shed tears for this fragment earlier when someone comforts them, or wait until no one cares?

Obviously, I was worried that she would fall into the water and that she would be pierced by fragments. Now you can rest assured to let her live alone?

She slowly put the glass fragments on her hand, which were covered with a layer of dust and accumulated dust that was forgotten.

If it is not broken into scum, it may be forgotten to the ends of the earth.

Even the wind chime that she forgot, those two people must not have been remembered for a long time, right?

She finally looked at the residue in her hand and threw it into the trash can.

Even if it is not broken, who can show this string of wind chimes beautiful to?

Only when she was a child, this string of wind bells was a precious thing.

Once time passes, it will become the so-called abandoned past.

No one can say a word of unwillingness.

She looked at the intact palms and fingers, leaving no trace of the "times".

What has happened has also drifted away with the wind, diluted under the vast sky like oxygen.

It's gone...

It will never disappear...

She leaned against the wall, slid down by the trash can, hugged her legs and closed her eyes.

She is the only one in the big house.

Although she has always been alone.

But now, there is no reason to expect that woman to come back.

No dust of the wind chime was found, nor could it stop the breaking of the wind chime.

The loud noise was like a gully that stopped the current girl and the little girl in the past.

They can only look at each other from afar, but they can't touch each other.

People don't have the patience to restore the residue to its original state, nor do they have that ability.

Memories splash away, as if they can't piece together complete pieces.

is sent to the trash can, not just fragments.

What has been abandoned is more than just a memory.

She doesn't know how long it will take to throw away a photo album.

All she knows is that if she doesn't throw away the photo album, happiness will throw her away.

But the album is not just placed in the drawer...

has long been embedded in her three views.