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The day of the competition was a difficult day for Qin Lu.
In fact, many years have passed, and Qin Lu has always avoided thinking about that time.
But some pictures that occasionally flashed, as if separated by a layer of vague things, were still clear.
Some people have some things, it is not that they can naturally forget over time without thinking about them.
He leaned against the window sill and looked out the window, and sat motionless and silent for a long time.
Feeling that someone was approaching him, Bai Canduo's blond hair was bright. He pointed to the notebook in Qin Lu's hand and asked in surprise, "So, you can still draw, what is this?"
Qin Lu was silent for a while, until Bai Canduo raised his head strangely, obviously stunned, and then pursed his lips and smiled.
"It's a marigold."
There was some dazzling sunlight behind Qin Lu, and the light in the room was dim in contrast, shrouding him in shadows, but Bai Canduo could still see Qin Lu's expression clearly.
His expression was actually very flat, and his voice was very calm, but his smile gradually subsided, causing Bai Chanduo's pupils to shrink the moment he saw it clearly.
The lifelike marigolds on the notebook with simple but outlined lines become blurred when they are fainted.
Qin Lu's eyes were a little stunned, and he didn't seem to realize why his eyes became blurred.
Chapter 212
Qin Lu was not the character he is now from the very beginning.
At that time, Qin Lu, who was really eighteen years old, was actually quite different in character from the now mature and reliable Qin Lu.
Qin Lu, who was 18 years old in the last life, was not so calm, not so reliable, and not so keen and good at capturing and caring about the emotional changes of others.
He is just an ordinary student who wants to go out and play when he is studying, is a little happy when he is noticed, and feels controlled by staying with his parents for a long time.
I care about my friends around me, but it belongs to the kind of care that others say "it's okay" and don't think it's true and don't think about it too much.
A person's character is constantly changing, and the shape of the soul is trimmed by the experience of life, just like eighteen, twenty-eight, thirty-eight years old. If two people, because people change with different experiences, with age and experience.
At that time, he was just a student who had just entered university and would consider which club he would sign up for this semester, and which movie he would go to see with his classmates on the day of no class.
I will not go home on weekends because parents are busy with work and forget to contact him. will run all the way because set the wrong alarm clock and almost miss the exam. will not notice why friends around me are unhappy. will not notice when parents are tired from work and need to relax. Not listening to complaints.
The day of the competition was the day his former parents left.
Calendula is Qin Lu's mother's favorite flower. Qin Lu is used to seeing golden bouquets in vases at home all the year round, but boys in their teens are not interested in flowers, so they have never looked at them seriously.
Until he knew that his mother would not come back.
That day, Qin Lu rushed home from school overnight. When he opened the door, he lowered his head and stepped on something.
He fumbled to turn on the light, which came on for a moment with a tiny sting.
Qin Lu's mother is a person who loves life very much. Her father's slippers are matching with her, and they are clean light blue. One pair was neatly placed, and at first glance, Qin Lu would step on the other if he was in a hurry to go out and kick it randomly.
He couldn't make any expression, and looked up slowly. On the sofa, there were still his father's tossed shirts and half a piece of bread that had not been put away when he left in a hurry.
Whole wheat, very plain but my mom likes it.
He didn't know how long he stood and watched, until his legs became stiff and numb, until the sky turned from dark to light, and the sun shone into the living room as usual.
I used to feel warm, but now feel inhuman.
Qin Lu came back to his senses numbly, lowered his head expressionlessly and thought, don't wait.
When he heard the news of the accident, he only felt absurd and strangely calm, never feeling real, not even shedding tears.
However, standing in the quiet house where the needles could be heard, and the house was empty but full of traces of life, Qin Lu finally collapsed and crouched down and cried bitterly.
The marigolds on the windowsill are splendidly blooming, and my mother carefully maintains them and takes good care of them.
However, he found that he couldn't take care of a single flower, even to prevent it from decaying.
Qin Lu didn't go to school anymore, so he turned off his mobile phone to avoid contact with the outside world.
He didn't want to hear his friends ask him "How are you?" and he didn't want to force himself to answer "Don't worry."
He's not good at all.
For a long time, he mostly sat in front of the window silently watching the bunch of flowers in a daze, until the bunch of marigolds went from brilliant and full of vitality to gradually withering.
The slippers were still placed as their parents left, the shirt was still thrown on the sofa, and the bread on the table was spoiled and speckled. Qin Lu didn't move.
He was waiting for them to come back and collect it himself.
When Qin Lu saw his parents for the last time, his mother told him to remember to wear more clothes. The temperature in late autumn and early winter changed greatly, so remember to check the weather forecast before going out every day. But his left ear went in and his right went out, and he nodded his head on the surface. In fact, he thought that no one would nag him at school. He should have time to play basketball with his roommates in the evening. Tomorrow's class should not be named.
He tried very hard to recall, but he couldn't even remember his mother's expression at that time.
Because he didn't even pay attention.
It was only later that he realized that some bland routines that he didn't care about at the time could not be taken for granted and continued. And once lost, even if you sincerely regret it, you will never have the chance to come back again.
What was lost will be lost forever, those happiness that once didn't care but can't come back are forever stuck in memory, and he can't even remember the conversation at that time and the other party's expression, because he didn't listen carefully, didn't pay attention, the longer the time , the memories are only fragmented and fragmented.