Beside the trail in late autumn, vines grow and wildflowers are fragrant. In the depths of the mountains and forests, there are crisp chirping of small birds, and butterflies fluttering in pairs, rushing back and forth.

Lu Xiuwen pedaled his bicycle and asked Lin Yinuo, who was sitting in the back, "Why are you in such a hurry to see me?"

"I'm a nymphomaniac!"

"Impossible, say, what's wrong?"

"Sick. ”

"What disease?"

"Neurotic, plus lovesickness!"

"Uh——? Lin Yinuo, if you do this again, I'll throw you out of the car!"

"I want to make a wish with you! There is a temple here, and the wish is very spiritual, and the Bodhisattva will be able to hear what you say!"

"Oh. He just let out a simple sigh.

Lu Xiuwen ...... Just this time, you're only with me this once, okay? I'll never—"

"It's okay!" he interrupted her, "I happen to like all three of your diseases." ”

A butterfly flew in his face and hit him in the face, and he hurriedly dodged it.

Yinuo laughed at him: "In ancient times, there were sinking fish and geese, and the moon was closed and the flowers were ashamed, and I had no chance to see it." Seeing Lu Xiuwen hit a butterfly today, I am very blessed!"

"Sure enough, it's a nymphomaniac!"

"Let's just say it! At present, I salivate at the little woman I see, and I want to think about it day and night, what should I do? What should I do? I am lovesick, so I have to make a wish!

"Are you confessing to me, Lin Yinuo?"

"Hmm. ”

"I don't accept this way!"

"Then I...... Another!"

"Tell me about it. ”

"I haven't figured it out yet. ”

"Stupid!"

Making a wish, kneeling in front of the holy and ** Buddha, she remembered that ten years ago, he had accompanied her to make a wish, and she remembered the two sentences he wrote on the back of the parchment:

Create a sunny day for you,

It's my eternal wish......

She stole a look at his side face and saw that he was religiously making a wish......

Lu Xiuwen, can you let me create a sunny day for you too?

He opened his eyes and saw that she was staring at him.

"Yinuo, why don't you make a wish?"

"Oh, make a wish! I make a wish!" she said, "I want to make a wish to my brain so that I can control my emotions very sensibly and do what I need to do well." I hope that the people I like can be safe and healthy! I hope that the people who like me can forget me! I hope that all the people I really like will not be hurt......

He hit her: "What kind of wish are you making? Be religious!"

On the way down the mountain, he carried her on his back.

"Lu Xiuwen, when I am sixty years old, can I come to you? I want to return that parchment scroll to you, I want to be your neighbor, I want to see you grow flowers and vegetables, I want to see you raise chickens and fish, I want to read all your books, I want to sit with you in the courtyard with a bamboo forest......

"Why neighbors?"

"Uh, it's the neighbor!"

"Okay, you can say anything. ”

"Lu Xiuwen, I asked for a peace charm for you, you have to wear it all the time, don't take it down!"

"Good. ”

"Lu Xiuwen, is there a butterfly coming to hit you again?"

"Well, there's a stupid one, on my back. ”

"Lu Xiuwen, I like you. ”

"What?"

"Lu Xiuwen, I like you!"

"Lin Yinuo, did you lie?"

"Nope. ”

"Then why is it raining all of a sudden?"

"I cried....... Hehe......"

It did rain, drizzle, but enough to wet clothes.

"Lu Xiuwen, can you walk slowly?"

"Why is it raining heavily!"

"My brain burned out and I need to be sober......"

“......”

"Lu Xiuwen, can you sing? Can you sing a song for me?"

"Matthew Lane has a song called "Brissenon", have you heard it?"

"Nope. "She lied.

"Many years ago, when I first arrived in Paris, I was alone and listened to this song every day...... Do you want to hear it?"

"Good. ”

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......

Whose tears are wetting the clothes? The sad past is singing whose sorrow? Yinuo seems to see Lu Xiuwen walking alone in the French night...... She remembered Annie's words again: Ask yourself, Lin Yinuo, what can you give him? Do you know what Xiwen has experienced in the past ten years? Do you know how difficult it is for Yiheng to get to where he is today, and how difficult it is for him to take every step?...... She had not been by his side in his most painful years, and now, perhaps, the best she could give him in return was to stop bothering him......

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Please let go gently,

Because I must go away......

She remembered that Anne had said that he had been calling her name all the time in a coma in a car accident.......

Lu Xiuwen, why do you still love me even though you know I'm so stupid? Why am I not qualified every time I want to love you? Why let me meet you? Why do you let you meet me? Why do I die of distress now.......

Lin Yinuo, you can't be too selfish, you have to endure it, it will pass...... She said to herself, "All appearances are vain...... Yes, all appearances are vain...... It's all vain......

Tears fell from her eyes......