May 4th, sunny and breezy.

Su Qingjia wore a black dress, her hair was pulled up, and Carlos was dressing her eyes with ice packs all the way.

He didn't know how to comfort her, she had been crying all the time last night, crying so much that his heart was broken, and he rushed to Su's house overnight and hugged her like this.

He remembered Liu Mengya, and he once disliked Liu Mengya for snatching his girlfriend with him without his might, and Bella also helped her let him slip the ugly bulldog.

However, it is just the blink of an eye, and if you say no, it will be gone.

Life is sometimes no more durable than a flower.

Su Qingjia suddenly understood the emotion of Mr. Shen Congwen when he wrote this sentence, and she stood quietly in front of Liu Mengya's huge black and white photo for a long time. The little girl in the photo is still innocent and cute, with thin cheeks and round eyes, which inexplicably makes people feel a little pity.

Her life was forever left in her youth, and in the bright sun of Barcelona, the fresh life was like a bubble, which was shattered when she blew lightly.

In his ears was the cry of Liu's mother, Liu's father pursed his lips and did not speak, and his back showed the vicissitudes of old age.

Su Qingjia was half-hugged by Carlos and walked aside.

Ming Ling and Su Jingkang are also in a heavy mood, this is a girl as big as their daughter, it is when she is in her prime, she can be eighteen years old, just like this, who can let go?

This is a small funeral, and the people who come to mourn are colleagues and friends of Liu's father and mother, and after the condolences, Liu Mengya's body will be sent to be cremated and repatriated to China in the form of ashes. She had lived in Barcelona for so many years, and in the end it was a fire.

In front of the photograph are clumps of white roses, as well as many beautiful boxes filled with Barbie dolls of various shapes - the brightest color in the mourning hall.

The atmosphere was heavy and oppressive, and it was breathless.

Su Qingjia suddenly remembered a lot of things, she recalled the first time she met Liu Mengya, the little girl introduced herself timidly with a distant face, the white swan at that time was very arrogant, Zhou Ce and He Yanming were very dog-legged;

Later, they went to the second grade together, there was no homework, the white swan was always unpleasant, and they always played with Barbie dolls together;

Then she went to the sixth grade, Liu Mengya was still a chubby girl, after the white swan and Zhou Ce were together, the little girl looked at their backs and yearned for chocolate-flavored love;

After that, the memory became intermittent, she went to the United States, with Liu Mengya gave her the out-of-print Barbie doll, the little girl after the age of fifteen is thin, does not like to go shopping, has very long hair, with an English bulldog that has always been ugly, and smiled and said that she would be a designer in the future.

There were a few more familiar and unfamiliar figures in the crowd, Zhou Ce and He Yanming came over to greet Su Jingkang, and greeted Su Qingjia with their chins, Su Qingjia was a little tired, and Carlos returned the salute for her. The white swan Xiaoyun has returned to China for development, and there is no contact with him for a long time.

"Mmmm

It was a pit bull raised by Liu Mengya, and now it has grown up.

Zhou Ce seemed to be a little unbearable, walked over and touched the puppy's head, and then put it on the table.

The pit bull slowly lay in front of the black and white photo, and after looking at it for a long time, it stretched out its beige tongue and gently licked the cheeks of the person in the photo, once, twice, three times, as usual, and woke up the sleeping owner in this way.

But after licking for a long time, the puppy was a little tired, curled up and panted, it looked very helpless, as if asking the director why he hadn't woken up yet.

Many people burst into tears, and Liu's mother couldn't help crying next to the bulldog.

Su Qingjia lay in Carlos's arms and closed her eyes.

The cremation took only forty minutes, and Liu's father filled his daughter's ashes in a fuchsia box.

He took away his lively and lovely daughter when he went abroad, and now he has returned to China again, but he has brought ashes for burial.

He has handled many people's repatriation affairs, but he does not want to submit an application for the entry of ashes to the embassy one day.

The grand sunset is making a final tribute, and the large flaming clouds have evolved into a kaleidoscopic variety of shapes and shadows.

This epic city is still shining.

"Su Qingjia, wait a minute." Carlos walked out around Su Qingjia, and Zhou Ce chased after him from behind.

"Something?" Carlos has an inexplicable hostility towards every inexplicable man, and he looks this man up and down, shorter than him, not as good as him, not as handsome as him.

Zhou Ce had long heard that Carlos spoke Chinese very well, but hearing it with his own ears still made him stunned, he nodded and handed a picture book to Carlos: "This is what Xiaoya asked me to transfer to Su Qingjia." ”

Su Qingjia raised his head, and the pit bull rubbed in Zhou Ce's arms, as if he was very attached.

Zhou Ce noticed her gaze and explained, "Xiaoya asked me to take good care of it. ”

"Can you tell me about Monya?" Su Qingjia spoke, her voice was a little hoarse, and Carlos hurriedly took warm water for her to drink.

They walked along the silent street for a long time, and the night on the horizon engulfed the clouds.

After Zhou Ce and Xiaoyun broke up, he studied at the Faculty of Medicine of the University of Barcelona, his personality changed a lot, and he began to calm down, and Liu Mengya would ask him some questions on MSN from time to time.

A year ago, he went to the university hospital for an internship, and his mentor told him that there was a little girl who was very sick, but she was unwilling to do chemotherapy, but even so, her black hair fell out, and she drew things by the window with a thick hood every day.

When he did a skin test for this patient, he found that fate was really wonderful.

It was also at that time that Zhou Ce learned that Liu Mengya had been infected for many years, and her parents only took care of it by themselves and did not sue anyone. She went to and from school many times like an ordinary little girl, but she didn't have to worry about homework, she drew designs in her notebook all day long, and swore to him that she was going to apply for a job at Valentino.

But more often than not, the pain will be unbearable, admitted to the hospital, holding her pit bull and talking with a smile, she is very optimistic, although Zhou Ce has not been in contact with many patients, he can clearly feel Liu Mengya's indifference and tranquility, unlike an eighteen-year-old Fanghua girl who is struggling on the edge of life and death.

"She used to talk to me about you, and Carlos." Zhou Ce said, "When you called her some time ago, she was undergoing surgery, the seventeenth operation, but in the end it failed. The countdown to her life began. When she woke up, the anesthesia had passed, she broke out in a lot of cold sweat on the bed, she said that it was your birthday that day, she wanted to eat your birthday cake, but unfortunately there was no chance. ”

Su Qingjia's eyes were sore.

"I bought her a cake, cut a piece and sent it to her bedside, and told her that you sent it. But she couldn't eat it at all, so she watched the cake slowly spoil. Zhou Ce thought back to the girl who was smiling at the cake blankly, she was also like this cake, which was broken day by day. Before she came to the operating room for the last time, she gave me the album and asked me to pass it on my behalf, and she said that she had promised to design a dress for your show. ”

Su Qingjia stretched out her hand, held the album in her arms, and held it firmly in her arms, and Carlos stroked her black hair.

After a long time, she took a deep breath and stared at the man in front of her. Zhou Ce looked a little warm, and there were already fine lines between his eyebrows. Su Qingjia opened his mouth and asked, "Mengya likes you, do you know?" ”

This is a little secret hidden in Liu Mengya's heart, her love is chocolate-flavored, dark chocolate-flavored.

Zhou Ce nodded, smiled lightly, and said, "Well, I know." If ......" he shook his head and said no more.

"On St. George's Day, I took her to Las Ramblas, and she said it was the happiest day she ever had." Zhou Ce looked at the black night, the stars twinkling, "She said she had never had Valentine's Day, I secretly took her out of the hospital and gave her a rose." But instead of giving me a book, she gave me this little one. ”

Love without giving back books is not blessed.

St. George's Day, April 23, the last ten days of Liu Mengya's life.

That day, Su Qingjia and Carlos were also on Las Ramblas, they strolled from morning to night, and Carlos carried her home.

Zhou Ce walked away with the bulldog in his arms, and Su Qingjia opened the painting book.

The design of each page is very beautiful, and this is a designer with artistic talent. She saw the red improved cheongsam that Liu Mengya had shown her, and it seemed to have been changed a little more, making it more elegant and beautiful.

The last page is a white gauze skirt with a faint vanity and messy handwriting written on the side, "Happy eighteenth birthday to Qingjia".

Those childhood jokes still echo in my ears.

"In the future, I will also find a boyfriend who is good to me and brings me chocolates, and I will find it when I grow up a little bit. Ha ha. ”

"Bella, when the time comes, let's get married together, they all said that good friends can have a family and a wedding together."

“……”

Su Qingjia couldn't hold back any longer, and lay in Carlos's arms and cried silently.

"Carlos, you know what? She said she would marry me when she grew up, and she said... Why did you get sick? Why didn't I find out at all, I thought she had lost weight......" she choked up as she said, "We want to marry together, good friends can marry one day, and we can have a wedding together......"

Carlos hugged her and licked away her tears, he would not comfort people, and a thousand words were blocked in his heart: "Bella, don't cry, don't cry......"

She clutched Carlos's clothes tightly, and there were green tendons bursting on her thin white hands, she only felt that her body was so cold, and she just wanted to lean on Carlos's arms.

They stood here for a long, long time, and Carlos picked up the frail girl and walked to the parking lot.

"Hey, it's Carlos!" A man's words sounded, and gradually more and more people joined in.

"Oh, it's him, it's all his fault."

"Barcelona... If it weren't for his foul, how could the game have gone through? ……”

There are more and more fans gathered here, and they are frantically blaming Carlos.

Su Qingjia remembered in a daze that today was the day of the second leg of the semifinals.

Something flew in front of him, Carlos turned sideways, and then took off his black blazer to wrap Su Qingjia.

The anger of the fans was high, shoes, cans, tissues and even eggs were thrown at Carlos, Su Qingjia wanted to poke his head out to take a look, but was covered by Carlos, "Don't come out." ”

He had a hard time, but kept walking towards the parking space.

Su Qingjia pressed his cheek to his chest and heard his heart beat calmly and rhythmically.

Security guards and police stopped the indignant fans, and Carlos put her in the car, touched her head, and smiled at her as if nothing had happened.

Su Qingjia picked up a tissue from the front of the car and carefully wiped the stains on his face and the blood flowing from the wound on his forehead.

"Didn't scare you, did you?" Carlos asked, leaning behind the wheel with some uncertainty.

Su Qingjia shook his head and kept looking at his face, "You can put me down and leave first." They won't do anything to me. "He's agile and it's easy to get over the encirclement.

Carlos was stunned for a moment and then smiled innocently, a little shy and shy: "I don't know how to comfort you, but at least, when you are sad, I must accompany you." ”