absurd life

Chapter 45: Burning Memory

"Can you not cry? Can you act like a man!"

Seeing the teardrops falling from his face, I only felt that it was very dazzling, and I felt disgusted in my heart.If this man's tears shed once in a while for love, he can be regarded as a real man, a man of temperament.

However, he was crying every day and every time because of a word from me. This kind of him can only be a coward, and it can only lower his status in my heart and lower his grade.

Can you imagine a man in a fancy suit standing by your bed crying?Can you imagine that a man who is majestic in front of outsiders will look like this resentful woman at home?Can you imagine such indecent behavior?

"No! I will always be so low-profile in front of you, and I am willing to be so low-profile! I am willing to bend down and beg for your love!"

He yelled at me at the top of his voice, like a desperate struggle.The distorted expression made me feel sick just looking at it, and the saliva that was shaken by the strong sound wave also made me feel sick to my stomach.

"Snapped!"

In the end, my hand was still not under my control, and I resisted under the oppression of his "low profile". After staying in the air for a second, it landed on his left face.

I don't know how his face feels, but my palms are burning with pain, as if pepper water has been poured on the wound. The pain makes every inch of the skin on my palms tingle.

"Don't disgust me! Low profile? Is this word used to describe you? This word clearly refers to me!"

Ouyang Ze's tears were still flowing wantonly on his face, my slap didn't have any effect, it still made him so spineless, it still made him so humble.

"It was the low profile that made me abandon my original character. It was the low profile that made me willing to give up everything to come to America with you. It was the low profile that made me discover that there was another person living in your heart. It was this disgusting and despicable Low profile, let us become like this, so that I can no longer trust you like before!"

It seemed that my roar was more effective than that slap. A few short and powerful sentences made him stop crying, and he turned his head to look at me, looking at my same sad face, the same face dripping with tears.

Tears blurred my vision, but when I looked closely, I could see the five fingerprints on his face, the red fingerprints that were still visible through the tears.

"We can't go back to the past, do you understand!"

At this time, the only thing echoing in the room was my shout and the choked cry.Ouyang Ze is like an audience in the audience, watching my performance with heart but not expressing any opinions.

When I stopped shouting and looked into Ouyang Ze's eyes and his exposed heart, I found the silence around me, the silence and tranquility that should have been around.

"But we can start over, can't we..."

"Start again? How can you erase this memory of mine? Give me a brainwashing operation?"

Ouyang Ze's tone became low, and his whole body was emptied of confidence. He lowered his head like a bull's head and a horse's face in the underworld. The hand that reached into his jacket pocket was about to pull out the sharp sickle .

Not being able to see his hand made me nervous.What is he going to come up with?Is it poison, to poison me to death?Or a dagger, to cut seppuku in front of my face?Or it will be a string that strangles me on this hospital bed...

Countless possibilities flashed in my mind, and the countless possible situations were like basins of cold water pouring on my body, making me feel extremely cold.

"You can't, but I can..."

When he took his hand out of his pocket, I saw that what he was holding was not a "killing weapon" but a photo.

Although what you can see is only the white back, but from the slightly wrinkled traces and the slight yellow at the corners, it can be seen that this photo must be old.

Who is the person above?Is it clear?Is it the one he loves the most?

"Today I will erase this memory of mine, a memory that should not have been preserved in the first place."

He slowly turned the photo, so that the people in the photo gradually appeared in my eyes.When it was completely turned around and the person on it was completely exposed to my pupils, I realized the appearance of that person, that "clear" appearance.

He really looks like me, if you don't look carefully, you will really mistake us for the same person.But if you look closely, you can see that I am different from him.

His eyes are not full of resentment towards the world, but love for all things, and what he opens his arms to embrace is not the pain the world gives him, but the blue sky.He is much more sunny than me, standing by the sea is like an angel standing in heaven, as if he is giving all things his fraternity, his selflessness...

Even if you can't see his face or his body in real life, you can see the gap between me and him just from this photo.An angel, a fallen demon...the gap between heaven and earth, the difference between truth and evil...

If he is really what I think he is in the photo, then Ouyang Ze has a reason to remember him and a reason to continue to love him.But if he's not like that, if he's a treacherous, wicked man...

No, he must not be that kind of person, his sunny smile is not what evil people have, so he must be a pure good person.

"Now I burn him, so that I can erase the memories of the past, erase the time when I was with him. I will be with you from now on!"

Listening to what he said was more beautiful and touching than the vows spoken at the wedding.Watching the lighter he took out of his pocket was more emotional than the wedding ring at this time.

Is he going to burn the picture?Does he really want to destroy this memory?

"No!"

Before I had time to take a closer look at the photo, Ouyang Ze used the lighter in his hand to create orange sparks, and approached the yellowed photo with that hot temperature.

The flame that touches the photo is like a wildfire spreading wantonly on the plain, rushing from the corner of the photo to all directions, devouring the traces of the past with its tongue of fire.Looking at the photo that gradually turned into blue smoke, looking at the figure of "Qing" that gradually disappeared in the flames.I immediately regretted it, regretted forcing him to cut off this beautiful memory, regretted eating the jealousy of a deceased person...

I quickly snatched the photo from his hand and waved it vigorously in the air, letting the cold temperature extinguish the jealousy.

"What are you doing? This is a memory I don't want!"

"You don't want it but I want it! I want this memory of yours and your love for him!"

Under the high-frequency waving, the flame was finally extinguished. Although most of the photo had been burned, Qing's face was still preserved...