Fuyike on Nostr: A Difficult Road to Walk After he left the intersection and took the main road, he ...
A Difficult Road to Walk
After he left the intersection and took the main road, he still unconsciously searched for the shops he had visited. Yes, it was this barbecue shop. That night, they stood under the porch of the store, and now a young couple is making a racket in front of the door.
It has been two years since he last walked on this street. This is no longer an ordinary street, this road has become a secret space in Chen Yuan's heart. Now that he has just entered this intersection, the figures from the past began to appear on this street again. The first time he waited for her on the bench at the intersection, the ones walking in the rain with umbrellas, the ones standing at the corner of the wall, the ones riding shared bicycles one in front of the other, the ones who got off the car parked at the corner and reluctantly said goodbye, the ones who deliberately avoided meeting acquaintances, the ones who parted ways after arguing in the cold wind, countless figures of theirs keep repeating the words of the past, "be careful", "this is for you", "I know you like it". Finally, this very narrow street has become crowded and noisy, but in reality, there is not a single person on this small street of a few hundred meters today.
Chen Yuan can only carefully squeeze through these ghostly figures and finally escape in a hurry.
After he left the intersection and took the main road, he still unconsciously searched for the shops he had visited. Yes, it was this barbecue shop. That night, they stood under the porch of the store, and now a young couple is making a racket in front of the door.
It has been two years since he last walked on this street. This is no longer an ordinary street, this road has become a secret space in Chen Yuan's heart. Now that he has just entered this intersection, the figures from the past began to appear on this street again. The first time he waited for her on the bench at the intersection, the ones walking in the rain with umbrellas, the ones standing at the corner of the wall, the ones riding shared bicycles one in front of the other, the ones who got off the car parked at the corner and reluctantly said goodbye, the ones who deliberately avoided meeting acquaintances, the ones who parted ways after arguing in the cold wind, countless figures of theirs keep repeating the words of the past, "be careful", "this is for you", "I know you like it". Finally, this very narrow street has become crowded and noisy, but in reality, there is not a single person on this small street of a few hundred meters today.
Chen Yuan can only carefully squeeze through these ghostly figures and finally escape in a hurry.