Should I smile for being your best friend? Or should I cry for just being your friend..?
Our relationship begins with friendship, and ends with friendship. But after seven years have passed, should the relationship remain the same?
Yizhan Short Love...
When you love a person all fear disappears, and when you are afraid all love disappear.
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Carsto Plateau, Wuxi
Wang Yibo sighed in disbelief. He sat on the grassy ground and hugged his knees. Drowning in his dreams. The sound of the wind whistling and swirling sent faint voices in the distance. Several people from the paragliding community gathered far behind him.
Wang Yibo stared into the distance. The clear blue afternoon sky was covered by white clouds as soft as cotton.
Seven years, he thought bitterly.
During that time he felt a longing for home with so many memories at every street and turn in his hometown. Every waving tree and flower garden seemed to tell tales from his humble childhood.
Seven years ago, after finishing college, he moved to Beijing in a hurry. several times he transferred to Haikou, and a series of trips to various cities to carry out his duties and responsibilities as a marketing manager at a well-known company. Finally, he resigned from his position as operations manager at a nightclub in Beijing.
Wang Yibo never thought of returning to his hometown. Home to him is like the night sky. So far away, without light.
He knew it would take him years to be ready to return to his hometown. To his home, where he left all the memories and the gloom.
His thoughts were suddenly cut off when a hand tapped his shoulder. He turned grimly. A boy about six years old was standing behind him. The boy looked at him with his innocent eyes ,Wang Yibo spontaneously smiled.
"Uncle, why are you sitting here alone?" he asked in his sweet little voice.
"I'm on my own," replied Wang Yibo. He took the little boy's hand, inviting him to sit on the grass right beside him. "You didn't join them?" asked the boy. "Who are they?"
"Dad and his friends. They love paragliding. I get really bored when dad is with his friends."
"He didn't talk to you, did he?" Wang Yibo smiled as he raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, dad said I wouldn't understand," the son scowled.
"Alright. Then come talk to me," Wang Yibo held out a palm. The little boy slapped his palm. "Tosses!"
The child chuckled. His teeth are still not straight but very cute. "So what are we going to talk about uncle?"
asked the child. "Hmmm.. What do you usually talk about with your friends?" Asks Wang Yibo.
"I will tell my beloved cat, also tell what happened to me."
"Then how about I share a little story about my life experience," said Wang Yibo.
