Ten years of life and death were boundless. It was hard to forget without thinking about it.
This was a eulogy written by Su Shi for his deceased wife. For the person who had accompanied him for most of his life, Su Shi mourned in a sorrowful and enlightened way. That was why he could dream of returning home, look at each other, and cry a thousand lines. These were all extravagant things for Heller. To him, there was only the difference between life and death. It was not that he did not think about it, but there were too few things he could think about, so he could not forget it. Many people would not consider whether what they had today would be lost tomorrow, so they would not try to remember what happened today, nor would they try to chew on every word of the people around them. Because today was very long, and the lost tomorrow would be very short. To Heller, the time he had lost was too long. It was so long that he wondered if those memories were real. Once, Heller was held tightly in someone's arms, and there was once an angel who loved him.
Heller was beautiful, intelligent, and rebellious. He was beautiful, more beautiful than handsome. This kind of beauty was irresistible to both men and women. This kind of beauty was inherited from his beautiful mother. High IQ, not just intelligence, this kind of high IQ was inherited from his father, who had been in the business world for more than ten years and was invincible. Rebellious, not rebellious. He was a well-known obedient child at home. This was due to his father's strict upbringing over the years and his financial relationship with his family.
Most people could only remember things that happened after they were three or four years old, while some people could remember things that happened before or even earlier. It might not be a complete memory, but a combination of pictures or images, or a fragment of extreme happiness or extreme sadness.
In his memory, there was a warm smiling face, red lips curled into a blissful arc, and the body in the red shirt opened up to hug him."Come here, Heller, come to Mama.”Heller, who was learning to walk, walked over to the big hug while giggling. It was only one meter away. After two steps, he pulled himself into a big hug.
That warm embrace, oh, sweet, that must be the feeling of happiness. It turned out that he had only experienced this kind of happiness before he could speak or walk. Thinking of this, Heller always curled his lips and laughed at himself. Perhaps it was because he was greedy for this kind of happiness, Heller had an unexpected obsession with red.
Under the dim orange light, the little boy was playing on his mother's body. The mother stroked the little boy's head seriously and smiled dotingly."Heller, if I can't play with you in the future, can I become an angel to accompany you?”
"Angel? Mommy, what is an angel?" The little boy raised his head and looked at his mother in confusion. He met a pair of bright but sad eyes.
"Angels are messengers sent by the heavens to pass on love to the human world. When a person needs love, there will always be angels by his side.”Her mother continued to stroke her head.
"What does an angel look like? Is she as beautiful as Mommy?”
" Angels are cute, kind, and as beautiful as Mommy. Angels love Heller on Mommy's behalf.”
" Angels are cute, kind, and as beautiful as Mommy. Mommy loves Heller.”
"There will be angels to love you." The mother held the boy's head with both hands. The little boy looked at his mother in a daze and met her bright and sad eyes. It was only later that Heller realized that he would never be able to see those bright and sad eyes again.
Mommy will bring an angel to love me, right? That's why Heller always believed that he was loved, loved by his father, and loved by his mother. But they were not angels. Mommy left, but the angel had not come. I was loved, but there was no angel. Mommy, when will the angel come to love me?
Memories were memories. They would always be memories. They might appear when you were eating a delicious sandwich in the morning, when you were drinking a fragrant coffee in the afternoon, or in your dreams. However, they could only be memories. Heller did not cry or shout. He knew that he was already very satisfied with such memories. At least, God had allowed him to remember them when he was so young. He remembered the red dress, the warm smile, and the hug. That angel. Yes, Mom, thank you. Really.
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