Cremated, followed the hearse back to his hometown, asked the Taoist priest to do things, keep the spirit, burn paper, and bury. The procedure of death proceeds step by step, a person is born to death, and with the burial of the grave, the erection of the tombstone is thus ended.

Yang Yunruo stood in front of the tomb, surrounded by green mountains embracing this small village, and the curling smoke rose, quiet and clear.

"Okay, okay, everybody go home for dinner," said the uncle.

Untie the black cloth on your arm, the red rope on your chest, and the funeral will complete the last step, there is one less person in this world, and there is one more wooden plaque that needs to be sacrificed during the New Year's holidays. Grandma, just like that, there is no more such person in this world, and those memories will slowly fade with the passage of time.

The courtyard was filled with the laughter of the neighbors, and several big men were punching and drinking, as if this was not a funeral, but a wedding banquet.

The second aunt is right, this is a happy funeral.

Back at home, Yang Yunruo gently turned on the computer, feeling very depressed, and wanted to shout to the sky. I don't know if others will look at him like a psychopath if he yells.

......

"I should have been on a flight to Taipei at the same time you received this email, can you feel me smiling at you at 10,000 feet in the air? Maybe the plane won't be able to climb to 10,000 feet today, because my heart is heavy...... Let's go read my diary...... After reading it, you can delete or keep it, and the decision is up to you...... Because I probably didn't have a chance to go online......"

There are many people who pay attention to Yang Yunruo, and there are also many people who read Yang Yunruo's novels. The cheerful and witty tone in front brings a lot to the reader, and the characters of Wenqing are easy to beat the young heart. Many people think that this will be a cheerful novel, a book about flirting and chasing girls and picking up girls, otherwise, how could it be called "The First Close Contact".

It's just a few chapters newly released by Yang Yunruo, which makes everyone smell a different atmosphere. Because Yang Yunruo posted a song "Lilac" the night before yesterday, this atmosphere was even stronger.

Why didn't I get a chance to go live?

Flying and fluttering on the back of the neck?

Almost all of the readers are apprehensive, as if they have thought of something, but it is not obvious. Is something going to happen to Dancing and Flying? How could such a lovely woman let her die?

Sun Yaoyao is a college student in the Department of Literature, a petty bourgeoisie, who likes to wear long white dresses and waist-length hair, and her hair is blown by the wind, softly like a lover's hand. She sat on the grass, she was not a fan of Yang Yunruo, just because Yang Yunruo was too hyped during this time, she liked Yang Yunruo's words, whether it was "Flight Attendant" or "First Close Contact", she liked that kind of faint and indescribable style. She hid on the grass and looked at her phone, because the name was really too controversial, looking at Yang Yunruo's Weibo, looking at the text that had just been updated.

Why let the reader suddenly take a turn when he is happy, doesn't he think it's a cruel thing?

There may still be hope. Sun Yaoyao comforted herself, but she knew that this was just a dying struggle, and when she clicked in, she seemed to see Yang Yunruo's accusatory messages on Weibo.

She followed the ruffian Yang's gaze and saw the diary of the dancing and flying, which recorded the love between the two from the Internet to the beginning, sometimes sweet, sometimes sad.

It wasn't until the last few diaries that Sun Yaoyao understood what the red spot on the back of her neck represented when she was dancing lightly...... Hereditary lupus erythematosus.

This is a beautiful girl with hereditary lupus erythematosus, her life is destined to end at the most brilliant time, she is lucky, to meet a special lover like ruffian Cai, she is also unlucky, just had a good relationship with ruffian Cai, and she has to break it with her own hands......

Sun Yaoyao's heart tugged, this is a novel, a novel, and there will be a plot to save the disease that cannot be saved in reality, Sun Yaoyao comforted herself.

The last time Ruffian Mo and Light Dance Feiyang came face to face was in a hospital room mixed with disinfectant water.

The ruffian Mo didn't even dare to pour the water, because he was afraid that when he turned around and poured the water, the beautiful butterfly would disappear into this world.

That's how it works in movies, isn't it?

But the disease doesn't tell the truth, so it ...... at three o'clock in the morning A coffee-colored butterfly flew out of the hospital......

Yes, Dancing Flyer passed away.

Sun Yaoyao bit her lip with all her strength, holding back her tears, her eyes kept rolling in her eyes.

"Why do you want to let the dancing fly to death!Why! Such a good girl, it is a masterpiece of God, you created her with your own hands, and you want to destroy her with your own hands......"

It seems that cursing can form a dam and block her tears in her heart, so Sun Yaoyao continued to read while cursing the author......

This is the last letter from Dancing Flying, a letter that is long overdue.

"If I had one more day to live, I would be your girlfriend that day.

Do I have a day to live?

So, it's a pity. I'm still not your girlfriend in this life.

If I had wings, I would fly down from heaven to see you.

Do I have wings?

So, it's a pity. I will never see you again.

If I pour out the water of the entire bathtub, I will not be able to extinguish the flame of my love for you.

Can you pour out all the water in the entire bathtub?

So, yes. I, you. ”

This was the last letter that Qing Wu Feiyang left to the ruffian Mo.

He changed the text of the ruffian Mo and gave her version of the interpretation.

The water from the sea can't be poured out, but the water from the bathtub can't be poured out, so ...... I love you......

Fuck strong!

Fuck not crying!

Ruffian Yang's chest was easily torn apart, and tears flooded like a flood to burst his flood control project.

< the whole book >

Sun Yaoyao's chest was also easily torn, and the tears that wanted to break the embankment were spinning quickly, just for the beautiful coffee-colored butterfly......

"Yaoyao, you're here" Several women in long skirts and holding books walked towards her, it was her roommate.

"What's wrong Yaoyao, someone is bullying you" Seeing Sun Yaoyao's stubborn and aggrieved tears, her roommate comforted.

"Yang Yunruo, it's a bastard" Sun Yaoyao gritted her teeth and said, tears couldn't be kept after all, pouring down from the corners of her eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"He wrote the light dance flying to death," Sun Yaoyao said with tears in her eyes.

"Hey, what's this. It's just a novel, okay, okay, don't cry" A few roommates who haven't read it don't think there's anything about it, novels, it's the norm to write people to death.

"Ding Dong" Su Yaoyao's mobile phone rang. It is a Weibo reminder set by Sun Yaoyao.

Maybe you're crying too tired,

Maybe, maybe you're going to sleep,

Then tell the nighthawk not to cough,

Don't call frogs, don't fly bats.

Let the sun shine on your eyes,

Don't let the breeze brush your brows,

No one can wake you up,

Hold an umbrella and pine shade to shelter you from sleeping.

Maybe you listen to this earthworm turning mud,

Listen to the roots of this little grass absorb water,

Maybe you listen to music like this,

More beautiful than that cursed voice.

So you close your eyelids tightly first,

I'll let you sleep, I'll let you sleep,

I gently cover you with loess,

I'm calling paper money to fly slowly.

"Bastard, it's not as good as a beast" Sun Yaoyao gritted her teeth and watched sentence by sentence, and several roommates also came to watch.

"What are these? paper money is flying slowly, how can you panic," the roommate said.

"This is Yang Yunruo's funeral for the light dance, this beast," Sun Yaoyao said.

"Funeral?"

"Look at what the video below is," said the roommate, who had more fun watching the video, and gently clicked the play button with his hand.

"You said you love lilacs the most, because your name is her, what a melancholy flower, a sentimental person, when the flowers wither, when the picture freezes, what a delicate flower, but can't escape the wind and rain, floating, shaking, swaying....... Yang Yunruo's somewhat desolate and somewhat lost and sad voice came from the mobile phone.

The cruelty of loss washes over the heart again and again. Sun Yaoyao, my mobile phone, tears flowed like a waterfall.

"Light Dance Feiyang" Sun Yaoyao murmured softly, Light Dance Feiyang finally died under Yang Yunruo's pen, a "Lilac Flower", a "Maybe-Funeral Song". This is a funeral arranged by Yang Yunruo for the death of Light Dance Feiyang.

"Yang Yunruo" Sun Yaoyao remembered this star, who was not famous, this ruthless man.