Based on: Pushkin's "A Little Flower"

Vince - Yeyu Xiaoting

This is a note I have kept in the dust for many years. After you left me, you never opened it again. I'm afraid that the beautiful past memories of you and me in the notebook, your affectionate commitment to me when we were separated, and the infinite emotions before I opened it will make me cry. Maybe this is what you least want to see.

The first time I saw you was on an unknown morning. You were sitting on a chair in the maple forest of the school, immersed in an English book and reciting it. I saw you from a distance, you were wearing a simple T-shirt and dark blue jeans. Under the flowing black hair, there is fair skin and an innocent and pure face. The moment I saw you, I was attracted by your simple beauty. I seem to have seen you somewhere in my historical memory, but it seems that I have never met you.

From then on, I wanted to be close to you like a man possessed. Maybe fate is so wonderful. We are attracted to each other in our respective lives, and we know each other secretly. You told me that you like spring best. Because in that season, there is your favorite flower. I jokingly gave you another name: Xiaohua. I'm certainly not mocking you. You are like the most beautiful flower in that season, with your holy petals blooming in a beautiful manner. The word "little" proves that it is the youngest, the time when you can have dreams and hopes.

Later we fell in love.

In the eyes of lovers, time is never enough. We studied together, walked together, looked at the shining stars in the night sky, and talked about our own future. These are not enough, I hope it is the flowers in your dormitory that can watch you sleep; I hope it is the jewelry on your wrist that can sense your body temperature; I hope it is a part of your body that can detect your emotions, but I feel None of this is enough.

Time passes very quickly, one year has passed. The classmates are starting to pack their bags and prepare to go home for the New Year, and so are you. But I didn’t buy a ticket for the Spring Festival travel rush, so I stayed at school alone. But I will never forget that winter. I was so surprised that you took another 10 hours of train ride to come to me. That night we vented our thoughts to each other, shared each other's joy, and caressed each other's warmth. This is the best Spring Festival I have ever spent, because you gave me your best hopes.

You said: The most beautiful love in the world is not when you and I depend on each other and die alone. But no matter how far apart we are, our hearts are still connected and never leave. I don't agree with this statement. But I never thought that this would be a sign that you would leave me.

I remember that in the third year of our relationship, we had a big fight over a trivial matter. The funny thing is that I have completely forgotten the specific reason. We were silent for several days, and you always looked worried, as if we were not affected by trivial matters, but were worried about something. In the end, I was the one who spoke first. I asked you what was wrong, but you refused to tell me. Finally, after my continuous questioning, you still said it.

You were crying and lying in my arms, sobbing like a wronged child. My heart was really melted by you at that moment. I told myself: I will never leave you, never let you suffer any harm, I swear.

When you told me that you were going abroad, it was your parents' wish. At that moment, my brain suddenly short-circuited. I didn't know what to say, so I asked: When.

Next week, you said.

On the day I bid you farewell, the weather was particularly sunny. I said sadly in my heart: Shouldn’t today be a cold and rainy day? There were only a few people on the road, we hugged each other and cried, it was hard to separate.

During the farewell process, none of us shed tears. You gave me your favorite flower and said: "When it blooms again, we can meet each other." I Understood this sentence.

We looked at each other at these extremely precious petals and smiled. But I vaguely saw a trace of sadness in you, but it was fleeting. You told me: "I will write to you every week, but don't reply, I may not receive it. I just need to write to you, that's enough."

I promised her, and after turning around, I couldn't help crying.

Since then, I have received a letter every week, sharing your curiosity about the new environment and your relationship with your new classmates. The teachers are very caring about you. What interesting places have I been to? What delicious food have I eaten? What good jokes have I seen? I promised you, but I haven't written back to you. I have always kept my promise to you, but why didn't you fulfill your promise to me...

Until the flower you like bloomed again, I did not wait for you to come back, confirm A phone call came. Tell me on the other end of the phone that it's your father. He couldn't hide his sorrow and said: You passed away two months ago. It was cancer!

I felt like I was struck by lightning and I didn’t want to believe it. I also received your letter last week. You were still introducing what you and your classmates ate and where they went. How could it suddenly disappear? This must be a dream—the most painful dream in the world!

The next day I received your last letter, and I tore open the envelope with slightly trembling hands.

Reading sentence by sentence, tears flowed onto the letter paper drop by drop. Until tears overflow your eyes and you can't see the font clearly, or you don't have the courage to read on...

"My favorite person, please forgive my selfishness. By the time you receive this letter, it will be over." This is the last one. When I found out I was suffering from cancer, I felt the same as you did. I couldn’t believe it, let alone face it.

So I had the most inexplicable quarrel with you. , I just didn’t know how to tell you this. Later I made up a lie. Please forgive me for being willful. This was the first time I lied to you, and maybe it was the last time. It was all because of me. I love you very much. I don’t want you to bear the fear and torture of the dream monster with me.

My father took me to a foreign country for treatment, and I lay on the still white hospital bed. , looking at the gradually thinning branches outside the window, I can guess that in the future, my life will slowly wither and wither like this tree, but it does not affect my fantasy of studying abroad every week. I believe that my writing skills can be concealed. Do you think so too? Haha, it must be true. In the future, I will write letters two months in advance, just to avoid being suspicious of you in the end. It was already two months ago when I learned about my death. Maybe your pain will be lessened.

My dearest person, please forgive me for being selfish. On the day we were separated, I wanted to see you again - just one look. I didn't know how long I cried when I turned around. I felt like I had shed all the tears in my life. During the treatment in the hospital, I almost cried. I couldn’t resist the urge to go back to find you. I looked at your photo in the middle of the night countless times, that sunshine boy who only belonged to me. I could no longer hear the simplest words you said to me every day: love. Good night to you! In the middle of the night countless times, I cried into my hands, hoping that these endless tears could dilute my thoughts about you, but I really couldn’t! I wanted to be with you forever. Don't separate. But fate always likes to play tricks on us.

I began to believe that there is a parallel universe in which we are always together without pain or sorrow.