Who knows who will prove love and life without tombstones?

In the street, I saw a man carrying a big bag in one hand and his girlfriend in the other. They are the product of this era, but they don't have to love forever. Like a halter, it can be opened and closed at any time. But is affection really as simple as a pat? My friend Linlin died a week ago. She chose her own way and left no message. Although life is our own, do we really have the right to execute it at will?

She and her husband Mai Su are fashion lovers. They have been married for three years and have no children. Have your own life, your own taste, your own friends. Plant tall plants in the room and go out for a party on weekends. Never hide your happiness and happiness. But when he woke up that morning, he suddenly told Linlin, who was still sleepy, that he wanted to leave and fell in love with someone else. Linlin nodded and said yes, jumped out of bed to turn over the marriage certificate. I ended a marriage in one morning and my young life with a fruit knife.

When I met Mai Su, Linlin was already the business director of a company. Mai Su, on the other hand, works in a state-owned enterprise. He is an ordinary employee with a low salary. Linlin doesn't have much idea about money, so among a large group of suitors, she chose Mai Su, who is not handsome. Mai Su doesn't bring a present every time she comes, so she tells her jokes in Linlin's room to make her happy. In front of many boys with superior conditions, Mai Su is different. As if fascinated by love, Linlin unconditionally fell in love with everything about Mai Su and was willing to give everything for him.

On weekends, a group of people who call each other friends gather in a bar and talk loudly. Naturally, some people mentioned Linlin, others said that she asked for it, so her own attitude towards life was wrong. Some people say who the fuck still believes in love? This is just a game and a dream. Some people also think that Linlin is really stupid. How can a person who is usually so open make such a choice? I sat there, really speechless I am a person who often has nothing to say. What right do we have to comment on other people's attitudes and feelings about life? We are not the parties, how can we know the true feelings of others? Just like a person caught a viral cold and died, we blame the virus and blame her for not paying attention to exercise. Is it useful? I think if Linlin were alive now, she wouldn't want to talk. Having nothing to say, she chose to leave.

Why? Isn't it for love? The night is quiet, I know it's just a representation, and I'm willing to let it drown me in it quietly. I feel tired all the time, a kind of indescribable fatigue. Utoda sang faintly in the nightclub on the side of the road. The last kiss had a faint smell of cigarettes and a heartbreaking fragrance. Where will you be this time tomorrow? Who will you think of? I still feel cold with my hands in my coat pocket. I stood for a long time. Looking at the birds flying freely in the sky, I looked up and found that I didn't know when it actually rained. Is parting always in the rainy season?