【mini小說】A Love Story - by lilac
俺坦白，俺是試圖想學唱這首Every Moment of My Life, 結果未遂。情歌沒學會，倒是寫了個情節非常之狗血的愛情故事。也算是壓本周的900句主題吧：love and passion。俺編的故事您可以不看，Sarah Connor的這首歌您不能不聽，俺對它是一聽鍾情。
就是在這首歌的煽動下，俺寫的故事。如果您就著音樂看，也許您能勉強看完，耐心呀耐心，如果您淚腺低，也許您還能有一絲絲感動，那俺這個周末碼字的功夫就都值了.
He was an engineer in a big northern city where it snowed most of the time. She was an accountant in a small southern town where it drizzled a lot. They met at an on-line photography forum. As avid amateur photographers with similar tastes, they hit it off from the beginning.
Although not having had any formal training, he was quite talented in photography, especially good at composition and color. Those splendid colors as well as the rich variation of light effects in his photos always captivated her. He shot many wonderful pictures from the magnificent Yellow Mountain, to the beautiful Li River, but he never shot the well-known snow scenery of his hometown. He said that snow was just too common for him to arouse any inspiration, plus that the white color was so monotonous and boring.
Born and brought up in the south , she had never had a chance to see the real snow. In her imagination, it’s a breathtaking world of unusual beauty. At a serene winter night, snow flakes fluttered and twirled down, like numerous silver butterflies dancing around. All those dirty streets and old houses got tucked under a clean fluffy blanket. All those ugly leafless trees turned into the shy and beautiful brides in the white gowns, groaning and mourning under the weight of the snow accumulating on their branches. Occasionally at the sigh of the wind, the heavy snow deposits on the tree branches got disintegrated, snow powders flying to the silvery ground. It was so innocent and sensual at the same time. She dreamed that one day she could see that in person. “Ok, one day I may accompany you to my hometown to see snow.” He promised casually after hearing her story.
He assumed that she must be a pretty southern girl with a delicate figure, like those charming landscape photos she shot along the Yangtze River. So he was quite thrilled when he heard there was an upcoming field trip organized by the photography forum. However, on the day they first met, he disappointedly found out that she was such a plain looking girl: short and rail thin with a homely face. Isn’t it true - “Internet romance will inevitably get killed once exposed in broad daylight”? He admitted he was quite a shallow guy. But as a self-claimed self-proclaimed amateur artist with good looks, he blamed perfectionism for his pickiness and superficiality.
His initial infatuation for her faded away but he still treated her as a very good friend since she was such a witty and considerate girl, whom he felt very comfortable to chat with and confide to. Once he screwed up an important project at his work after months of hard work and got totally chewed out by his boss. Downright depressed and frustrated, he called her late at night to vent his frustration after drinking a full bottle of white wine. She listened patiently to a drunk’s whining till the wee hours and never teased him about it afterwards to save his face…
Just like that, they had been writing to each other from time to time for a couple of years, during which he hooked up and broke up with a few girls. They were all pretty girls. Finally he was tired of playing the field and decided to settle down. One day, she received an invitation letter to his wedding with a photo of the bride. That was the most beautiful bride she had ever seen, big double-lidded eyes, rosy lips, and silken skin with a classy snow-white gown accentuating her svelte figure. The bride smiled so sweetly and happily at the lens that she looked like a love-spoiled princess. Of course, it was him who took the picture. What a piece of art, both the girl and the photo!
Although she felt happy for him, the very thought of how he gazed at his future wife with all the love and care behind that camera shot a fierce pang of pain through her heart. She sent her sincere congratulations to him, but she decided not to go. She cried to sleep that night. She always had this feeble flame of hope flickering deep down in her humble heart. Maybe one day he would fall in love with her; maybe he could remember the trip he once promised her. But from this day on, they could only be friends. She tried to get over him and move on. She dated a few times but all ended quickly. Her dates all complained that she was kind of absentminded and cold.
After he got married, they communicated less and less. Just when she thought he had forgotten about her even as a common friend, she got an urgent email from him that said, "hey, sorry…. get divorced and very down. Could we meet and talk? ” She put everything down and went to him immediately. Haggard and sad, he told her about his failed marriage, his divorce and why he hadn't written to her for such a long time. As he said, tears couldn’t help rolling down his unshaved emaciated face. The once handsome young man seemed to have aged 10 more years overnight. In order to cheer him up, she invited him to attend another photo field trip with her, during which the lofty mountains gradually opened his mind and the placid valley creeks slowly soothed his broken heart. They talked, laughed and took landscape photos along the road as they caught up on old good times.
After that trip, their communication resumed. They continued to share what happened in their lives and exchange ideas on the new photo projects. She got to know he left his hometown; he found a new job in N city; he made new friends. Every bit of news from him made her feel at ease. Things seemed to be picking up for him…He became busy and active again. Sometimes he wouldn’t contact her for quite a few days.
One day, suddenly he didn’t reply her emails any more and he no longer visited the photography forum. Days turned into weeks. Her heart sagged. Maybe he already moved on, had a new girlfriend and forgot her again like before. She was just a plain foolish girl who had been hopelessly waiting for an unreciprocated love. Emotionally overdrawn, she decided to preserve her last strip of pride by refraining herself from contacting him this time.
At the same time, she got a better job offer. She moved to a new apartment. She started to have a new life with him out of the picture, till one night she got a call from their mutual friend, who told her that he died in a car accident on his way to the airport two months ago. No words in this world could describe how shocked she was. After hanging up the phone, she sat still in the darkness, feeling numb for the whole night until the first ray of sun stung her dry eyelids. It was not a horrible nightmare. He was out of her picture forever this time. She broke down in uncontrollable sobs... He was such an excellent man and did not deserve to die so young. That was the reason she didn’t hear from him all these days.
A few days later, a mailman knocked at her door and delivered her a long delayed letter due to the change of her address. The familiar handwriting on the envelope was nobody’s but his. Did he write to her from heaven? She thought in a trance. With shivering hands, she opened the letter.
"Sorry for not writing to you for a while. Got really tied up with work recently. Just came back from a business trip. Don’t worry. Everything here is fine with me except a bit of homesickness. N city is so damp and gloomy in winter. I can’t help missing the dry blue sky in my hometown. I especially miss the heavy snow there; miss that silvery world you once described. Guess I’m just too used to it to sense its beauty and to realize it’s already a part of my life, a part that I can’t part with, just like you, my dear.
Sorry, I sneakily took a picture of you on our last trip. The moment I took it, I just thought that I might want to have a look at you when I miss you someday. It turns out that I find myself look at that picture more and more often as days go by. I can’t help reminiscing those happy days we were together ….I know I am a stupid man who has made lots of mistakes in his life, and a blind photographer who has long ignored the real true beauty in his world.
But this time, the stupid man opens his eyes and looks right in your eyes: If you like, I’d like to accompany you to my hometown to see snow this winter; If you like, I’d like to accompany you to see snow year after year till the end of my life…
Actually, no matter you like it or not, I will come to take you with me this time. I won’t let happiness slip by us again.
P.S. included are my two best pieces I wanna share with you."
The letter was dated just a day before his car accident.
From the envelope, two photos dropped out, flying slowly to the ground like two silver butterflies. One was the breathtaking snow landscape of his hometown. The other was an ordinary young girl in a casual white sports suit, laughing goofily under the blue sky.
That winter, she finally took a train ride to his hometown. She saw snow for the very first time and also for the very last time in her whole life.
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