Thank you for the years that have washed away the sand for me, but you were left behind...

After watching the TV series "Golden Years", I couldn't help but watch the movie version of Maggie Cheung and Chung Chu-hong.

In the end, everyone in the play was led to a different fate. There is sadness and joy, laughter and tears.

But what remains unchanged is that the friendship between the two heroines Suosuo and Nansun has always been as beautiful as before, and they are accompanied by peace and warmth.

The two of them have come all the way from Green Girl, and have never been far apart or separated. We support each other when we are in trouble, we share happiness when we are together, and we are by each other's side in every moment of life.

What a rare blessing it is to have such a friend in your life.

As I watched, I couldn’t help but think of my good sisters and friends I have known for more than 20 years.

Although the golden years of ordinary people are not as ups and downs as in the play, they are still extremely warm and moving.

Some people are destined to be a beam of light in life.

Last week, I got together with my old friend Lan Xin. Even though we haven’t seen each other for a long time, I still feel warm in my heart.

Her children still like me so much and are very close to me;

Her husband’s cooking skills are still so good, she ordered him to cook my favorite dishes;

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As for herself, she happily handed me a set of skin care products that she had been hoarding for a long time, and told me to love myself...

I still remember when I was in elementary school, I went to town to participate in an essay competition. When I met her for the first time, I was attracted by her calm temperament and outstanding talent.

At that time, I found out that she was a student in the same class in a neighboring village, and we had no contact with her. I felt that our fate with her should end there.

But fate is a wonderful thing. Some people, even if they are lost, will meet again in the sea of ??people, bond with them, and then illuminate you again.

Later, when I went to junior high school, the first and second grades of junior high school were in different schools. In the third grade of junior high school, the education department stipulated that the preparatory classes should be integrated into one school. To my surprise, I was assigned to the same class as her, and we still sat in the same class. Front and rear seats.

We immediately hit it off. I am lively and fun-loving, while she is quiet and thoughtful. When we are together, we have endless topics to talk about.

We also have a diary for exchanging feelings, and we express our feelings in words every once in a while.

She said she liked to see my pen calligraphy, which was just like me, free and unrestrained. And she is too introverted, and her handwriting is also so graceful and regular.

A year is short. In high school, we separated again.

In that era, there were no telephones, so we occasionally exchanged letters to encourage each other and cheer each other on.

For college, I don’t know which school she applied to, and she doesn’t know where I got into.

Coincidentally, after receiving the admission notice, I called her home and found out that she was in the same school and department.

We spent our poor but wonderful college years in the literature building by the lake in an ancient city.

The two of them are like sisters. They buy the same shoes and clothes, make an appointment to write articles on a literary website, and treat each other to meals and improve their food when they earn pocket money.

When I was heartbroken, she wrote me a long article to comfort me; when she was sad, I told her a lot of nonsensical jokes to make her laugh.

Let’s take graduation photos together and run towards a new and unknown journey together.

In 2009, she became a Chinese teacher in a mountain village, and I returned to Changsha to work in advertising planning.

These are just the beginning of life...

However. Life is never permanent.

In that remote mountain village primary school, she met her current husband, a mathematics teacher.

She thought her life would end with a boy and a salary of more than a thousand.

In 2011, by chance, she returned to a primary school in Changsha County.

I ended a relationship in which I almost talked about marriage. At the same time, I also said goodbye to the advertising industry and joined a public institution to work.

I’m so happy, the distance between us is so much closer.

So at that time, even if I lost my love, I didn't feel much pain. With her around, I felt at ease.

But from then on, she and the boy were separated by two places and began a long long-distance relationship.

The boy traveled over mountains and ridges every month and took three buses to see her. He was also determined to come to Changsha for the exam.

As far as I know, I must have gone back and forth to take the exam no less than ten times. When she was 27, she said she couldn't wait any longer and her family was urging her to get married.

The boy said that if he was given one last chance, he would give up if he failed.

In the summer of 2013, I received a call from her during a solo trip. She excitedly told me that her boyfriend had finally been admitted to a school in Lugu, Hexi.

At that time, I was crossing a large canyon and standing at the highest point of the mountain. I suddenly cried, I was so happy for them.

Also in the autumn of that year, in her favorite season, they got married and moved into their own small house.

Her husband’s school is a two-hour bus ride away from her house. She travels back and forth like this every day, but she is extremely happy and contented.

At the age of 28, she thought she could be a happy mother, but fate played a terrible joke on her. The baby suffered severe suffocation during labor and left this world of joy and sorrow seven days after birth.

I went to see her, and she still greeted me with a smile, without any tears in her eyes.

The more she behaved like this, the more distressed I felt, and I cried bitterly while holding her in my arms.

I know that she is kind-hearted and strong by nature. Even if she is in great pain and difficulty, she still pretends "I'm okay, it's okay." But the pain of losing a child is as painful as killing her.

How much I want to do something for her...

People who have never cried in the dark night are not good enough to talk about life.

During those days, I just wanted to walk with her until dawn and wait for a beautiful flower to bloom.

On New Year’s Day in 2015, I took her to Guilin to relax.

That was her first real trip. For so many years, she had been busy with life, making her forget that there was another beautiful world outside.

We stayed in a quiet B&B for three days, visited the picturesque Li River, drank cocktails in a bar, encountered romantic street music on the stone pavement of Yangshuo West Street, and listened to various music. The thoughts of a traveler...

Everything becomes very slow, very slow. She said that she suddenly saw the original appearance of life.

The two of us stood in the cold wind at the street corner, looking at each other and smiling. It was great, the wind blew away, and she was alive again.

The next year, she quickly became pregnant again and gave birth to a daughter successfully. She was still so calm, not crying with joy, just smiling slightly.

On the contrary, her husband came out of the delivery room with tears in his eyes and was so choked that he could not speak. Because he felt that this moment was hard to come by.

She was moved by the two people's persistence and mutual support along the way, so she named her daughter "Yimo".

This girl named Momo was born in the most ordinary family, but has the most precious meaning in this world...

She always says thank you for being with her and taking her with you. Step out of the haze and tell her that there are different ways to live in life; in more than 30 years of life, I have been the only friend who cares about her heart.

In fact, I put her in the softest place in my heart. Her kindness to me is really countless and allows me to keep it in the deep sea of ??memory.

Today, her child is 4 years old. She said: My baby is in kindergarten, I finally have some leisure time, and you can take me on trips again in the future.

I said: Okay, okay. When the epidemic dissipates, the two of us can go shopping and eat together.

She smiled and muttered: Having said that, don’t just focus on the distance. After so many years, it’s time for you to find a partner. I hope you can gain the best happiness...

After hearing what she said, I felt moved and helpless at the same time. I told her half-jokingly: If I meet a good man like your husband, I will marry him, haha.

At that moment, the laughter of the two people filled the winter sunshine.

Once again, we became each other's light.

My relationship with her began quietly 20 years ago, and 20 years later it still exudes a light fragrance, very much like the smell of her body...

Thanks to the waves of time,

He left me a precious you.

(I think the movie versions of Suosuo and Nansun are too beautiful and loving, so I use their pictures in the article, hehe~)