Sandalwood as deep as a feather

early morning.

Lin Jingtan woke up from his sleep, his head was in a daze last night, and he even dreamed about what happened ten years ago.

Now he is 35 years old, and he is no longer the boy he used to be, but there are some things that cannot be easily forgotten.

He sighed deeply, got dressed and got out of bed.

Pushing open the dilapidated courtyard door, the courtyard is covered with weeds and piled up with wooden tables and chairs with missing arms and legs.

He picked and picked among them, and finally managed to find a few usable ones, and put them in the house.

After wiping off the dust and tidying up the house, he lay on his back on the bed, trying to let his mind go, but he couldn't. His mind was full of the figure of that person.

It's ridiculous, obviously the truth has been bloodied in front of him, but he still wants to find a reason for him and subconsciously believes him.

There should be no love when there should be love, but there should be love when there should be no love.

If I hadn't met him at the beginning, would the ending be different?

If I don't move this thought, will the ending be different?

Why is it like this, and he is still thinking about him?

The bitterness at the corners of his mouth slowly expanded, and tears slid down the corners of his eyes onto the wooden bed.

He clenched his clenched fist tightly, and sobbed intermittently from his mouth.

I can't remember how long it's been since I cried. He seemed to have paid off what he owed in one go. In the end, there were no more tears, and he was hiccupping from crying.

With tears and snot all over his face, he sloppily wiped his face with his sleeve.

If that person is there, surely they will say him again, right?

His eyes were watery again, he suppressed the emotions in his heart, went to the well to fetch water and washed his face.

Pushing open the courtyard door, there is a deserted street outside.

That's right, how could such a dilapidated courtyard be next to the busy city.

He wiped off the water droplets on his face with the other sleeve, and walked towards the crowded place.

When he came to a cloth shop, he paused and walked straight forward.

After a while, he turned back and entered the store.

There were fabrics with various patterns in the store, but he didn't look at any of them, and just asked for plain white cloth.

He used to wear all black on the battlefield, in order not to let the soldiers see that he was injured and messed up.

In fact, his favorite is white, which doesn't match his personality at all.

Holding a stack of fabrics, he went into the tailor shop again, measured the size, paid the deposit and left.

Standing on the bustling street, he was suddenly at a loss: where else could I go, what should I do.

The crowd came and went, but he had nowhere to go.