On the day when Chen Ya left quietly, Liu Ruyan was competing with the air and was hungry all day long.

I don’t know if I was asleep or fainted from hunger. When she opened her eyes, the moonlight had already climbed to the end of the road outside the window, hanging obliquely beside the branches and leaves of the withered hyacinths.

Her stomach was muttering there, and she tried to bulge her belly.

Suddenly, she was starving like this before, and Chen Ya said fiercely that she wanted to punch her in the stomach, and suddenly she laughed and was discouraged.

Then, she became sad again.

She and him farewell.

Walking to the kitchen under the moonlight, she turned on the refrigerator, and the warm light shone on her face, the cold air swelled, but the emptiness in her heart felt a little relieved.

After a long time, she picked out two pieces of bread and an egg from it. She tried to make herself a sandwich.

I just opened the bread packaging bag and tears fell onto the bread.

The compressor of the refrigerator rang out at the right time, as if he was performing useless comfort.

Liu Ruyan sobbed, wiped away her tears, feeling both grievance and pain in her heart.

Thinking about it now, Chen Ya is simply a very bad person.

她一个人徘徊在湖边,他只是在那边静静看着；她鼓起小肚子,他就想往上面揍一拳；她比任何人都爱着他,他却不辞而别了.

Liu Ruyan sat on the sofa holding the sandwich. Every time she took a bite, she remembered the dreamy happy days when Chen Ya was by her side.

After eating the sandwich, she licked her fingers without any cultivation, drank the water from the glass and sat on the sofa.

The sound of water in somewhere kept ringing, and the autumn cicadas in somewhere were screaming sneakily. Liu Ruyan was lying on the sofa, and Chen Ya's voice came from somewhere, all of them were full of their minds.

The moonlight tonight was particularly quiet. She stared out the window and felt that the wrinkles in her heart were slightly smoothed.

"The bright moon is not familiar with the pain of separation and hatred, and the slanting light reaches the dawn and passes through the red house."

She suddenly remembered this poem, which was quite appropriate here.

She walked to the balcony, with buildings and lights in front of her.

The windows formed bright squares. In the squares, there were men sitting withered under the lamp, mother and daughter eating silently, middle-aged men singing loudly, and women mopping the floor with their children on their backs.

These squares are like the cross-section of life, cut vertically, revealing the core to Liu Ruyan. She vaguely felt that there might be some revelation in this.

Once her father always muttered about what Wang Guowei called the "three realms", such as "the west wind withered the green trees last night. I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the road to the end of the world";

What is "I will never regret my clothes getting looser and I will become haggard for her";

What, "I searched for him for a long time, but when I looked back, the man was in the dim light."

Now that I think about it, isn’t this exactly “going to a tall building alone and looking at the end of the world”?

I guess in a while, I will "never regret it if my belt becomes wider."

When can I look back suddenly, he is in the dim light?

Liu Ruyan buried her face in her arm.

"Teacher, I miss you."

Perhaps those who achieve great things in the world will experience a painful relationship.

The first thing Liu Ruyan did the next day was to install a book cover for the book "Love in the Period of Cholera".

She knew that this book should witness a lot of history as Chen Ya's last gift (she doesn't know if it can be counted, but she can count it for now).

Like memories, paper pages will continue to turn yellow as time passes.

Books can be protected by book seals, but in the inevitable forgetting, how should memories be protected?

There seems to be no other way except to repeat those memories over and over again, ruminate like a cow, and taste sweetness like drinking tea.

And those things are like using a knife to slowly cut holes in her heart.

In this room where tentacles can only touch the air but no teacher can see it, any memories are killing her who is sensitive.

However, everything related to Chen Ya made her sad. His usual gold-edged plate, toothbrush with smoothed bristles, slippers with holes, and all her clothes and body were filled with her. He was the only breath that was everywhere in this room.

The human brain was very strange. She reminded herself not to think of him or not to think of him, but when she did this, she was thinking of him.

Missing is like a pair of poison. When the dose is strong enough, she will be overwhelmed by grief and hope to die in her sleep.

She could only lie on the bed covered with his smell, her hands and feet spread out infinitely, and her green and tender fingers brushed every inch of the place he had lying, trying to find the traces he left.

She rubbed the wrinkled quilt even more wrinkled. She tossed and turned to make her clothes even more messy. She closed her eyes and stretched out her five fingers, trying to use the air to simulate the once gentle and affectionate touch.

She had a fever, her body temperature was very high, and she couldn't even stand up.

She tried her best to call the supermarket downstairs. When the guy brought the takeaway upstairs, he realized something was wrong at first glance.

"What's wrong with you? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"unnecessary."

She closed the door hard and then sat down to the ground.

She suddenly felt very helpless, not because she was sick, but because she suddenly thought that Chen Ya, who was unknown, might have met all kinds of humans and had an intersection with different women.

But she had no control at all, so she could only stubbornly believe that she could wait until he came back.

After lying in bed for two days, the fever subsided, most of the illness was cured, and the body was still weak.

She slowly walked to the coffee table, and the living room seemed to be completely new than before she was sick, and she had a brand new feeling.

She picked up "Love in the Time of Cholera" and touched the notes left by Chen Ya on the title page with her hand.

This sentence written by Chen Ya is also a sentence in the book, which is said by a woman:

"After all, love is an instinct, either you can do it for the first time or you won't do it for the rest of your life."

She didn't understand this sentence very much before, but now she seems to understand something in her ignorance: only by getting along with others need to learn, but loving someone does not need to learn, it is inherent.

Speaking of "Love in the Time of Cholera", it also tells a story about waiting.

For love, the man waited for the woman for fifty-three years, seven months and eleven days.

From the moment he fell in love with her, he persisted in this love as faith for the rest of his life.

There is no need to ask what the benefits are, nor do you have to doubt why you do this. This is faith.

Liu Ruyan felt that her love is faith, even if it was stupid to others.

She turned on the manuscript paper matted under the book, page by page, full of memories of Chen Ya.

That was the way she used to protect her memory. She wrote a little memory and read it every day, so that she could imprint him more deeply in her heart.

In the past few days, she has always felt that something is about to break out.

Suddenly, she realized something, as if all the energy in life was suddenly connected by a thread, and a complete shape was pieced together.

She picked up the pen, pressed it on the paper, paused, and then wrote a line of words:

"Occurrence Cohabitation".

Then, she thought about it and wrote:

"The story starts with the season when the hyacinth is in full bloom..."

...

One morning in March, Liu Ruyan suddenly noticed that the leaves of the hyacinth that Chen Ya gave her had been hanging for a long time.

Before we knew it, it was the season when hyacinths bloomed again.

But the teacher's hyacinth was not in full bloom.

She put on her gloves and used little effort, and she pulled up the poor plant together with the roots.

It was undoubtedly dead and its roots were rotten.

At this moment, the door opened and Chen Ya pushed the door open.

Liu Ruyan had thought about many scenes of him and her reunion, but she did not expect that when she saw him, she was wearing an apron and holding a rotten hyacinth in her hand.

A girl with long black hair walked out from behind Chen Ya. After seeing Liu Ruyan, she wrinkled her nose and said in stiff Chinese:

"Is this the woman you must meet?"

Chen Ya was just looking at Liu Ruyan at this time and nodded in his spare time.

The girl with black long straight walked up to Liu Ruyan, pretending to put her hips on her hips in a fierce manner, as if she wanted to compete for her qualifications. She was also inquiring about the news. She searched the words in her mind for a long time before asking:

"How long have you been in love with Ya?"

Like Florentino Ariza, the protagonist in "Love in the Time of Cholera", she has been preparing the answer for every day and night (if she has been that long):

"A lifetime," she said.
Chapter completed!