Xiaobai is a dog raised by the car factory downstairs.
No matter whether it was scorching sun or freezing cold, he was always tied to the old electric pole, like a part of the street scene, quiet and inconspicuous. The iron gate of the car factory was opened, and he was there, standing, lying down, the days repeating themselves, and the world seemed only this big, the length of a sidewalk, with no end and no exit.
I always think about taking him for a walk, even if it's just around a street corner, to see the tree on the corner that blooms every spring, and to smell the aroma of food wafting in the wind. He should like it? But every time I thought about this, my steps remained the same and nothing changed.
"The boss looks so fierce..." I said to myself
"I'm too tired from work lately..." I made an excuse
"next time."
"next time."
As the days go by, Xiaobai is still there, and I am still just thinking about him.
Until one day, Xiaobai was gone.
There was no rope, no figure, even the hair on the ground was blown away by the wind, as if it had never been there, like a dream that was awakened halfway through.
Some encounters, once missed, will never come back.
Xiaobai disappeared from my world, but remained in my heart, becoming a regret, quietly tied in a corner of my memory.
In this world, the most irreversible things are always those things that are too late.
No matter whether it was scorching sun or freezing cold, he was always tied to the old electric pole, like a part of the street scene, quiet and inconspicuous. The iron gate of the car factory was opened, and he was there, standing, lying down, the days repeating themselves, and the world seemed only this big, the length of a sidewalk, with no end and no exit.
I always think about taking him for a walk, even if it's just around a street corner, to see the tree on the corner that blooms every spring, and to smell the aroma of food wafting in the wind. He should like it? But every time I thought about this, my steps remained the same and nothing changed.
"The boss looks so fierce..." I said to myself
"I'm too tired from work lately..." I made an excuse
"next time."
"next time."
As the days go by, Xiaobai is still there, and I am still just thinking about him.
Until one day, Xiaobai was gone.
There was no rope, no figure, even the hair on the ground was blown away by the wind, as if it had never been there, like a dream that was awakened halfway through.
Some encounters, once missed, will never come back.
Xiaobai disappeared from my world, but remained in my heart, becoming a regret, quietly tied in a corner of my memory.
In this world, the most irreversible things are always those things that are too late.