LRAB Chapter 480 So why can’t I forget?
Chapter 480 So why can’t I forget?
Chapter 480 So Why Can’t I Forget It?
"I see... This is indeed an easy mistake to make, due to the peculiarities of alchemy."
Most alchemy is somewhat peculiar, because materials obtained from different places will produce different results. I have always felt that alchemy is a boring thing.
Mainly because it takes a huge amount of time to prepare those things, but the results are always unsatisfactory...
"Okay, please continue."
The other party's next steps did not cause any problems. In fact, I didn't know much about alchemy, but there were always people who said I was a genius, maybe I did have some talent?
As Nuolinxi thought this, his mind drifted towards the more distant future.
After the class, I had some free time, so I decided to visit the cemetery. I have had too many negative emotions accumulated recently, and it would be quieter and more comfortable there.
"I'm telling you, this is really annoying. How can there be so many annoying things? If I was born later, would I have to face such uncomfortable things? It would be better if I was born earlier, but you should be born now by then. Wouldn't that make me a pedophile?"
The inexplicably divergent thoughts and inexplicable words feel like they were spoken without any thought at all, but they are what I love to say the most.
"If I had been born later, my encounter with you would not have been so beautiful. Maybe you would have been married by then. Let me think about it, what would it be like if you got married? I have actually imagined our wedding. I have always hoped to prepare a lot of hydrangeas and a few peach blossoms for the wedding. Although I don't really like the flower language of peach blossoms, I like peach blossoms very much. In my memory, they are very beautiful flowers."
I keep chattering, but there is no response. The dead will not respond to my words. Maybe in the distant future, when I am getting old, I will see a child who looks exactly like you?
"To be honest, I'm doing very well now. Look at me now. You didn't expect that I would become the master of the family now... I actually know a lot of things, but I don't want to say them out loud. They are really annoying. If you can understand all this and share more of my burdens with me, I will be happier. If you can get up from your grave and give me a warm hug, I will cry with joy..."
"It's a pity you can't do it..."
"I have always been happy that I chose to stop and see you. I was really happy that I reached out to you. I was really happy that you fought for me. I was really happy that we were going to freedom together."
"I like every detail of you, I like every moment of you, I like looking into your eyes. To be honest, I always feel that your eyes and hair are not the same color. Would you be unhappy to hear me say this? But I am telling the truth~"
"One is as beautiful as the sky, the other is as deep as the sea... Every time I stare into your eyes, I can see myself in my eyes. I never knew what it felt like to say that my heart and eyes are full of you, but now I understand... To be honest, why have I been bound by you for so long? It's a pity that I can't forget you. If I could forget you, I could have a better life, but if I forget you, my life is also wonderful..."
"Okay, that's all for today. I'm afraid it will be uncomfortable if I stay in front of your grave for too long."
Then I walked to the child's grave and placed a few candies on it. "I always thought your name was hard to pronounce and not very nice, but it was your name, so I was willing to remember it. I am very worried that one day I will not even be able to remember your name. What will I be like then? People will always grow old. If one day in the future I am really too old to do it, and I think you are all still alive at that time, what should I do?"
What should I do if I think you are all alive? What will my life be like in an aging body and an immortal soul? The further life is filled with only despair...
"I really like you. You may be my sister in the next life. After all, I may be reincarnated later than you. It's a pity, but it doesn't matter. In the next life, you must take good care of me when you become my sister. At that time, I will also act coquettishly with you, act cute with you, hold your hand when I am bored, like the smell of you, and think you are like sunshine..."
Try your best to express your feelings in words. After you say them out loud, everything will not be so painful. After you say them out loud, everything will not be so hopeless.
"To be honest, we have many talented and intelligent people. I tried my best to write a paper, but in the end I could only barely pass. However, the praise from the gods made me feel terrible. I felt that I was not worthy of that position. I felt that I was not that great. I felt that I was just a lucky person. I was very worried that one day everything about me would be exposed, and then I would become a liar and a lucky guy in people's eyes..."
"I've been worried. I'm just an ordinary person, I'm just a slightly talented person, I'm worried..." I felt my eyes moisten unconsciously, but I didn't cry this time, maybe I had almost cried enough.
I haven't cried in front of their tombstones for a long time. It has become one of my habits to take an hour or two every week to visit them. After all, they have been with me for such a long time, and it would be too sad if they didn't even leave their names behind.
Looking at the ring that the other person has chosen for me, and wearing it on both hands, I really don’t understand why the hand that is most suitable for wearing the ring is given a special meaning?
Obviously that finger is the most beautiful when wearing a ring...
Well, really, who would be like me? After the beloved has been dead for so long, I still miss the past things, and it's like we were in the honeymoon period, talking about things every day, it's really annoying...
Who would be like me, looking for trouble, spending so much time in front of the grave every day, even though the total number of years we have known each other multiplied by two is less than ten years...
Obviously our lives were such a brief encounter, obviously our experiences were so short, why? Why? Why can't I forget? Why can't I give up this love so easily? Why?