MTL - Your Distance-Chapter 66 Talk about aging, talk about death

The next day, Ting Shuang received a gift from Su Ping from Berlin.

Last time he picked a few cans of special coffee beans, plus the blueberries he planted with Bo Changyi, and sent them a photo with Su Ping. This time, Su Ping returned two bottles of black gallon wine, one box She baked the biscuits, two jars of jam she made, and a photo album and a few old books with notes.

The notes in the book were left by the teenager Park Chang-yi.

The booklet album contains the photos of Bo Changyi from small to large, the most before the age of ten, the less the later. Ting Shuang looked down from page to page, and his eyes fell on a photo of Bo Changyi playing tennis.

The date is indicated below that photo: June 21, 2003.

Park Chang Yi is almost 20 years old.

"I'm going ..." Zhu Wenjia passing by was also attracted by the photo, and sighed behind Ting Shuang, "Xunzi was so handsome when he was young."

"He's young now," Ting Shuang turned the page, "now handsomer."

"Okay, I shut up. My sister-in-law is always young." Zhu Wenjia remembered something and said, "Oh brother, my father's economic sanctions are over. I will go to the school one month later. I want to see a lot of schools , I do n’t fly to you every time I watch it, it ’s troublesome. ”

"Okay, you can take care of it yourself." Ting Shuang looked at the reverse page of the tennis photo. He didn't know which desert. Twenty-year-old Bai Changyi was sitting on the roof of a jeep with his friends and behind him. A huge day, sinking into the endless yellow sand.

Zhu Wenjia booked a flight and flew away that day, leaving 10,000 euros of cash in the bedroom.

When Ting Shuang found out, he called and asked what happened to Zhu Wenjia. Zhu Wenjia said with a big grin: "Brother, I didn't take you and your sister-in-law as a hotel. That's for you. You can earn twenty euros for one hour of work, too miserable. Now, I ca n’t bear to eat what you eat for decades. "

Ting Shuang laughed after hearing: "Come on, Yu Xin couldn't bear to see you eat less."

"That's right, I've lost two pounds when I live with you." Zhu Wenjia said with a smile, "I'll hang up first, I'm going to board the plane, and ask my sister-in-law for me."

"Well, you pay attention." Ting Shuang hung up the phone, and looked back at the desktop, where there were photo albums he hadn't finished reading, and other large and small things sent by Su Ping.

Bai Changyi's elders were so nice to him, but the other way around ...

Ting Shuang lay down on the grass in the yard, looked at the sky for a while, and sent a message to Zhu Ao: Dad, let's find another time to talk, just talk to the two of us alone.

Slowly, he thought, not one step at a time.

After waiting for a while, Zhu Ao replied: What I said yesterday, think carefully, don't rush to refute, think for ten days and a half months, and talk to me again.

Ting Shuang held her mobile phone, stared at the screen, typed a few words for a long time, and deleted it again.

When Bo Changyi returned home, he saw this scene. Ting Shuang was unstable with one hand, and the phone smashed on the bridge of his nose, causing him to breathe in pain.

"Are you still laughing?" Ting Shuang saw Bai Changyi, and hung up on someone.

Bo Changyi just let Ting Shuang hang in and walk in. When he lowered his head to open the door, he accidentally glanced at the words on the screen of Ting Shuang's mobile phone: "What do you want to say?"

"... No." Ting Shuang said, "I can't tell my dad, don't say that I'm old and lonely. Maybe I will die early, and I will die tomorrow. If I were his son, if I said so, I must He was so angry. "

"Ting" Bai Changyi put down Ting Shuang, "Let's go out."

Ting Shuang embraced Bo Changyi's neck and asked, "Where to go?"

"The Central Cemetery," said Bo Changyi, "I wanted to take you there yesterday, but it closed at eight in the evening. It was too late yesterday."

"Cemetery?" Ting Shuang asked. "Why go to the cemetery? Whose death day?"

"No," said Bo Changyi. "Just go for a walk."

Ting Shuang: "Then, why go for a walk in the cemetery ..."

"Go and see death," Bo Changyi said, "go and talk about aging and talk about death."

Ting Frost froze.

"I should have taken you long ago." Bai Changyi brushed his forehead hair gently with his fingers. "Aging and death are everywhere like roses. I don't want you to be afraid of them, I don't want to see you when you meet They are at a loss at the time. "

When the car drove outside the central cemetery, Ting Shuang found out that the cemetery was not far from the back of the church in the old city. He actually often passed here, but he never noticed it. The marble wall of the cemetery is only at the waist. There is a circle of green shrubs inside the wall. Standing outside the wall, you can see the tombstones and flowers in front of the monument.

"It's so beautiful here, it's like ... a garden." Entering the cemetery, the surroundings were quiet, and Ting Shuang didn't consciously lower his voice.

He saw so many tombstones for the first time.

Rectangular, cross-shaped, oval-shaped ... tombstones are planted with flowers, and some are decorated with Bible or angel sculptures. In the distance, some people are watering the flowers in front of the tombstone, while others are sitting on a bench watching the tombstone fascinating.

There was no atmosphere of horror in the whole cemetery, it just made people feel calm.

Ting Shuang stopped to look at the words on the tombstone, 1911-1951, a man named gunter has been sleeping here for 68 years.

A long time ago, the epitaph was written in Gothic again, which is difficult to identify. Ting Shuang looked for a long time before trying to translate the sentence: "He has forty years ... steep ... unusual time."

"Well." Park Chang chose a concise translation. "He has 40 years of his life."

"He has forty years of age." Ting Shuang slowly meditated several times, suddenly touched by this sentence, and touched by the word "own" in this sentence.

He didn't know if the man named Gunter also imagined life after his fifties when he was young, and also how he should spend the rest of his life.

But in fact, people never really have any future, and there is no so-called rest of life. The rest of life is just a vision, just an imagination. What people really have is the years that have passed, and the moment of the moment.

Ting Shuang stood quietly in front of the tombstone, suddenly opened up.

The breeze blew and the autumn was clear.

"Stay on?" Ting Shuang asked.

"Well." Bo Chang Yi Yi said, the two went forward side by side.

After taking a few steps, Bo Changyi said, "If I die tomorrow, my epitaph can be written like this--" "'He has thirty-six years of age and a young lover named Ting Shuang. "" His tone was so natural that Ting Shuang couldn't feel any shadow.

"Isn't it terrible?" Bo Chang smiled humorously, "If you are lucky, my epitaph may also be: 'He has a hundred years of age and an old man named Tingshuang.'" Ting Shuang also laughed: "Then I will also be an 88-year-old handsome old man, smoking, driving a convertible, and waiting for the traffic lights to kiss you. Whoever dares to point my middle finger, I will go back, Anyway, at that time, don't worry about any young people, they are all my grandsons. "