I still remember you finding me and telling me that you loved her.
Ming, I still remember chatting with you, you browbeaten about Xin's all kinds of things, her good, her laugh, her every move, her knitted brows. I still remember you said: love, I am not in love with Xin? I was dumbfounded: you said yourself, but also asked me? Then your face first from dismay, to surprise. Then, looked at each other and laughed.
I have always been a solitary person, and Ming, is my only brother, friend, confidant. We practiced our skills in a room together, and wandered around together. Seeing him can be such a happy smile, I seem to be like a June spring bath, accompanied by his happiness, but also feel warm and unusual. Every time, I am not tired of being their 10,000-watt light bulb. Accompanying their wanderings, witnessing their deep love. Those past, actually like a world away. It was as if they were close at hand.
Ming told me that he wanted to marry Xin on October 9, 2009, and that he wanted to do it for her. The first thing I want to do is to get my hands on a new car, and I want to do it in a way that will make me feel better about myself. Ming said, "I'll make sure Xin wears a pink wedding dress, because it's the color only the woman Ming loves so much can wear. Ming said, I love her so much, what should I do. Ming said, love, I want to surprise Xin, help me hide it from her, okay? I watched your infatuation and laughed at your long-winded confession until I was speechless. I'm not sure if I can find the words to comfort your misplaced excitement, but I'm looking at this usually calm and collected man in a teasing position as a bystander.
3 days to the 9th. Ming bought the horn. Flipped to the bottom of the mall and settled on dresses. I, who never understood masculinity, also bought the dress for the first time properly and invited my female companion. Waiting to be Ming's best man. Everything went on in quiet planning. Everyone was full of happiness waiting for the arrival of the 9th. Those of those, all seemed to be as quiet as stillness. And those who are happy, in that moment of stillness, the brake is stopped.
Ming on the way to the Internet cafe, under the wheel to save a little boy who ran a red light. I got the news. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new one, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new one. In the intensive care unit of the hospital, which was filled with antiseptic solution. He said to me, love, obviously close at hand, but I seem to be unable to wait, how to do it, I'm so reluctant. I'm not willing to do that. I'm so upset. I looked at this man on the bed, painfully but firmly told Ming: from today onwards. Xin is my fiancée. On the pretext of eating, squatting in the garden where it is raining heavily. Crazy lighting cigarettes. One after another, and then one after another, doused by the rain. Long ago, I could not tell whether it was rain or tears. That day, is October 8, 2009.
Ming. You know what? From that day on, I never opened my own number. Instead, I opened your number and wandered around as you. In your identity to love Xin. Even if I don't do as well as you, don't love her as much as you do. But I know that this is your wish. It's your last wish. I'll help you do it, I'll do it on your behalf
Ming, yesterday, I asked Xin to marry me. She said yes. As I looked at the screen, I watched you walk down the aisle with her. When I looked at your business card, you and her happy snuggle. Ming, I promised you, and I did it. Really. Even if it's this cruel and hopeless, even if the owner of this number is not you for a long time. Ming, why, why said to her to hold hands, and son are old is me and not you. Ming, why, why standing beside her is obviously you, why the screen side is me? Ming, you're not a fucking man. I'll never forgive you for letting go of the hand of the woman you love just like that. Let me endlessly to continue your beautiful lies, I will never forgive you.
Ming. I have always been a person who considers himself indifferent. Minding my own business, lonely but pretending to be dashing as I wandered alone in a world filled with bad love. Mocking those who do not cherish all, anti-love hurt people. The precious love in my eyes has always been the old pronoun of holding hands with your son, and your son are old. And think stubbornly that this kind of obsessive precious love, in this world everywhere filled with fast food love no longer exist. But, Ming. I was wrong. Big mistake.