[Emotional Story] Where the Seagulls Fly (redirected)

I walked quietly on the beach alone, the sky was bright, and a shallow footprint followed behind me, but it was wiped out by the waves in the blink of an eye.
It is late autumn, and there are few people on the beach. A gust of sea breeze blows, and the hair on my forehead blows up and then falls down. The sea was empty.
I don't know why I want to come back. We only have five days off on National Day, and Yang is no longer here. But I still came back. I called home and said that I really wanted to go back, so I came back. I seem to have lost something here, but whenever I think about it, my head always hurts, so I have to give up. There is no more sun here, so what on earth am I still expecting? What else could I find but heartache? The sea breeze blew my hair again. My hair grew long and covered my eyes. I didn't brush it away, and everything in front of me slowly faded.
"Get in the car" I said to Yang.
\Yang jumped up gently, "Ayu, go to the beach to see the seagulls, okay?"
\"Seagulls?" I turned to look at Yang, "But there is no sea here, and it is autumn."
\"There will be, I have a feeling. And I want to see it."
\The sea is very close to our school, so close that you can see the motorboats parked on the seaside in the classroom.
"Shall we walk?" Yang asked me. "Whatever." I stopped the car.
Yang didn't speak a word along the way, he just held my hand. People on the road are in a hurry. Yang is a little weird today. Normally she would drag me to the barbecue restaurant. On the weekends, we would drink some beers together. Probably Yang is not hungry today.
When we were crossing the road, Yang grabbed my arm. This is her habit. On our first date, she told me that she used to pull her mother along when crossing the road.
There is a park by the sea. When you enter, there is a stone road leading to the beach. Yang likes to call it "our road".
Some hot tears streaked down my face. I knew that I could never set foot on our road again. I walked along the beach. Every step was difficult, heavy and light. Maybe there won't be any seagulls here anymore.
How many times have we been here since? I can't remember exactly, but we would walk there slowly on weekends.
It must be the last day of autumn. In front of her house, Yang jumped out of the car and said, remember, we will go together tomorrow morning.
"In the morning? Go see the seagulls?"
"Forget it if you don't accompany me."
I ran out of the house early in the morning and told my father: Go to school to study. This made my father often sigh: This child is also starting to get angry.
After riding the car for a while, we arrived at Yang's home.
The door was open, Yang Gang got up, "Ah, you came so early."
"Then I'm going back? Look how nice the weather is today, we could have gone to play tennis, or..."
Yang stuck out his tongue at me, "Sorry for always having to humor me."
After Yang washed her face and started to eat, her mother brought some strange things: a raw sea cucumber and a raw egg. Yang grimaced, then closed his eyes and poured them into his mouth. "You eat this, I didn't hear you talk about it." "Oh, I'm used to it. Mom said this nourishes the stomach." I know that Yang has serious stomach problems, and his head is often covered with sweat during class. Holding tightly in her arms was a large doll-shaped pillow that I had given her as a birthday present, and she often teased me for satisfying her sadistic tendencies.
There were very few people on the street, and Yang was still a little sleepy. He leaned his head on my back, and I said, "Why don't you go back and sleep for a while?"
Yang rubbed his eyes, "Why are you so annoyed."
I really don't know what the meaning of watching seagulls is, but since Yang is happy, I will be happy too.
"For you, there is nothing meaningful in life except watching seagulls." I said to her.
"There's more."
"What?"
"Fool, I'm still with you!" Before Yang could finish speaking, he fell asleep again.
The sun was floating on the sea, and except for a few old men doing Tai Chi, there was almost no one around.Yang took my hand and ran towards the seaside.
I don't know why, Yang's hand has been holding on tighter and tighter recently.
There is not even a plastic bottle on the sea, not to mention seagulls. Yang was a little disappointed and threw stones into the sea alone.
"I said there won't be any." I said to Yang, feeling overwhelmed.
"That's because you look too scary! Seagulls don't dare to come." Yang Yi was angry and ignored me. I sat on the bench and started counting the stones on the ground. "Look! Look!" Yang pointed at the sky and shouted, a seagull flew up, two, three, seven in total. They circled and chirped. Yang started running, chasing the seagulls. She was so excited that she shouted: "Look, they are flying!" I looked at Yang, and she stopped, breathing heavily. She put her hand on my shoulder, "I really imagine them flying like that." I responded casually. Yang rested her head on my shoulder, "Are you tired?" She nodded, and I asked where she was going. Yang said casually, just stroll along the street. ?
I rode aimlessly on the street, and the number of people gradually increased.
"Let's go to DQ." Yang said.
"Isn't your mother angry? You eat this."
"It's okay if you don't tell her not to give it to her."
I parked the car at the door of DQ, and Yang pulled me in. There were no customers here yet, one of the waiters was sleeping on his stomach, and the other asked me what I wanted. I ordered a BLIZZARD, and Yang ordered a mess. The waiter handed me the ice cream, "Your girlfriend is so beautiful!" I smiled at her.
"Here you eat." Yang stuffed a strawberry into my mouth. "Look, if you don't like it, just give it to me." Yang pretended to be angry, pouted and said, "I only had one, so I gave it to you, and you still..." I looked at the innocent Yang. Normally I would continue to tease her, but tears flowed down in confusion. When Yang went to change clothes in the morning, her mother told me that her illness was incurable and begged me to accompany her well... I felt nothing, but my reaction became quite slow. Maybe everything happened too suddenly. I didn't even ask another question, just nodded quietly.
Yang said: "What's wrong with you?" while wiping away my tears with his fingers. "I cried because of you." Yang laughed out loud, "You! Really, it's obviously your fault. Then close your eyes and I'll give you a small compensation." Yang kissed my forehead gently.
"Oops! You got the ice cream on my head!" I yelled.
The receptionist looked at us curiously. After a while I went to CHECK BILL and she said to me: "You two really match each other!" Yang winked at me and I smiled and said thank you to her. That's when we went to see the seagulls for the last time.
It's hard to recall the days that followed. Yang Ban suspended school, and I went to her home to see her every few days. Every time I go, she is always very happy, but she says angrily: You don't usually come. I'm so ugly now, but you always come. Then she secretly asked me if I had a big strawberry sundae or something. I smiled and said thank you to her. That's when we went to see the seagulls for the last time. Or spicy beef jerky. I smiled and said nothing, and she turned over and pretended to ignore me.
One day in winter, I went to see Yang. Yang was extra energetic than usual. As soon as I came, she shouted to me: "Take me to the beach when spring starts, okay?"
"See the seagulls?"
"Yes! It's been a long time."
"Okay. Really want to go?"
"Of course." Yang raised her head and looked at me.
I sat next to her and touched her head. Yang suddenly cried, and she held my hand tightly, "Don't leave me, okay?" "Silly boy, I won't leave, okay." "That's good." Yang said and fell asleep. After a while, I gently pulled out my hand, stood up and left.
Yang passed away that night. In fact, there were signs of it. I still remember that I was very excited before my grandma passed away. But Yang...Yang was so young when he left, so young that I almost couldn't believe it was death, but just a temporary departure. And now I know that Yang passed away that night. In fact, there were signs of it. I still remember that I was very excited before my grandma passed away.But Yang...Yang was so young when he left, so young that I almost couldn't believe it was death, but just a temporary departure. And until now, I still doubt its authenticity. Could it still be a joke Yang played on me? But her death was so natural that I could clearly feel it approaching. For the first time, I felt how helpless I was in the face of death. Sometimes I comfort myself with the words of Haruki Murakami: Death is not the opposite of life, but only a part of life. But all the words seemed so pale, and I still couldn't erase the imprint of Yang in my mind. I think she just lives somewhere else, with a different name, and a different life. But I still believe that one evening, when I open the door, Yang will jump into my arms, and I will hug her tightly with tears in my eyes and speechlessness.
I was still walking on the beach, but I felt exhausted and I collapsed on the beach. I want to see a little light, but all I can see is darkness, a hazy sky, and a gray sun. No matter how hard I try, I can't see a little hope. It's still an autumn beach here, but it's no longer sunny.
I began to write Yang's name on the beach unconsciously, and the seawater surged up in an instant and wiped it out. I hoped that the seawater would bring my thoughts to Yang in the distance, but what always echoed in my brain was: she is really dead, and that is a fact that cannot be changed. I felt darkness, endless darkness, expanding around me and swallowing me up.
I put my hand into my pocket, but I touched something. That's the letter Yang wrote to me: Yu, don't be surprised when you receive the letter! I asked my mother to send this letter. You should have received this letter in October. You should be in college now. Do you still remember our original agreement? We will go to college together and play happily together. Also, when I get better, we will go swimming and mountain climbing. But... in fact, I knew about my illness a long time ago. I knew that death would only be a matter of time sooner or later for me. Living in the fear of death all day long, I even want to give up the idea of ​​living, but there is one thing I can't give up, and that is you. I am always happy when I am with you. How would I live these days without you? In fact, I have nothing to regret, because you said that the trajectories of people will only overlap briefly, but we have spent so much time together, and thinking about it, I am really happy. Sometimes I often think about how happy it will be to recall these times when we are in our fifties, sixties, or even older. We sat in the rocking chair and talked about the past, but unfortunately I have... Oops! Let you alone take advantage. I really want to see the seagulls again, you know? There are always some meaningful things in life, such as seeing seagulls, and - and getting to know you. …
Yu, you have to know that although I am gone, your life will continue. You must forget me and don't let me hinder your life. You should hurry up and find a girlfriend, but she must not be prettier than me, otherwise she will change her heart easily. Just being nice to you is enough. By the way, you must be good at cooking. When you eat with me, you always eat very little. Don't be too thin, okay? You promised me, okay. ……
Your Yang
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But, Yang, can you tell me how to forget you? I know, I should learn to forget you. I know I'm still young and should still do something, but... I really don't know what to do. I want to go back, I have to go, because there is no more sunshine here. As soon as I turned my head, a loud cry came from the sky. I suspected that I heard it wrongly. "Yang, is that you?" I shouted and ran towards them. They suddenly skittered across the water, passed over my head, hovered for a moment, and then flew off toward the sun.
The sunshine began to fill my surroundings, and the sky was already bright.A ray of sunlight hit my eyes, making it almost impossible to see what was around me. When I looked up at the sky again, the seagulls were gone. But I am not sad because I am still young, because we are still young, because we still have a young heart. I knew there was still time for us to be on our way again, still time to see the seagulls taking flight.