Lenny hung on Arthur's body quietly. When they were hugging each other, they could hear each other's breath and heartbeat. In those long and cold nights, even a person did not dare to think carefully, but now it was all true. Sometimes, they would have an illusion that everything was too beautiful.
The more beautiful the thing was, the easier it would be broken.
After a long time, Lenny slowly pushed Arthur away. He lowered his eyebrows, making it hard to see how deep sadness was in his deep eyes.
"Do you have cigarettes?" Lenny suddenly asked.
Arthur immediately shook his head like a rattle drum, "No! I really don't have any cigarettes with me!"
Lenny didn't say anything. He took out a box of half smoked cigarettes from his trouser pocket. Arthur was embarrassed. He forced a smile and explained, "Well, this... Well... I've hurt my feet recently. So my brain is not working well and my memory is poor..."
Lenny lit a cigarette and took a few puffs. Half of his face was shrouded in smoke. He sat down on the carved stone steps next to him, frowning tightly, and his hoarse voice slowly broke the silence. "After my mother died, my father completely ignored me. He was busy with filming and wouldn't come back for a few months. At that time, I spent time with grandpa in the old house. Grandpa brought me up. Every time I went out, I would see Grandpa standing at the door and watching me go away..."
He paused and frowned slightly. He looked so haggard that his voice trembled at the end of his words. "I thought he would stand at that short door to send me away all his life. I never thought that he would leave me... What is life?"
What was life?
Life was just living.
Arthur took the almost cold coffee and put it in the hand of Lenny. Then he sat silently next to Lenny, with a cigarette in his mouth. In the darkness, the light of fire flickered, like a moth that darted into the fire, and went to destruction without hesitation.
Arthur's throat moved slightly and said in a somewhat bitter tone, "You have been busy all the time, so I haven't had the time to say a word to you personally... Well, I'm sorry for you... You still have me."
He didn't know what else to say except this.
He had also experienced death and heartbroken loss, because death was irreversible, but the living people had to live on, looking forward and moving forward.
Lenny raised his hand to cover his tired eyes. He felt as if his heart was cut by a knife, but the pain was in his heart. He couldn't say or cry. He could only bear it silently.
After a long time, Lenny came to his senses and said slowly, "Arthur, promise me that no matter what danger you are in and no matter what situation you are in, you will survive... Promise me..."
Arthur smiled, pretending to be relaxed. Then he raised his hand and rubbed Lenny's head, saying, "Don't worry. God will bless me. I will take you out to have fun when you are old. As for you, he has gone. Don't make things difficult for yourself, okay?"
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: It Was You