Seattle, USA.

The climate mood is changeable at the end of spring, and it is cold and warm at first. Last night's heavy rain hit, and today the sun is shining.

On March 8th, Ah Sheng walked out of the attic and walked down the stairs step by step, her steps were vain and weak, and she once thought that she would step on the air and roll down weightlessly.

Ah Sheng stood in the courtyard, the sun shining on her face, dizzy for a moment.

She was wearing a long white cotton skirt today, a black knit sweater, and a pair of dark blue sneakers, and the yard was wet with mud and the soles were wet.

Gu Cheng followed behind Ah Sheng, facing his sister, many times he was powerless, because he couldn't cure her illness.

Many years ago, he knew about Lu Zichu's existence. At a glance, he deeply realized that Lu Zichu was a poppy to a woman, beautiful and stunning, elegant and elegant, pleasing to the eye from afar, once he got close, he undoubtedly handed over all the joys and sorrows to the other party. Just like Ah Sheng, even if he is silent, when he meets Lu Zichu, he will get drunk after all.

Now, Ah Sheng stood numbly in the courtyard against the light, and Gu Cheng couldn't help but think of that day: in the attic, Ah Sheng fell asleep on the table.

On the diary, the handwriting was blurred by tears: "Time peeked at my unbearableness, and it was full of devastation." ”

The words were dazzling, and Gu Cheng could hardly breathe. As now, she turned to look at him, her eyes were pale and she seemed to want to say something to him face to face, but because she hadn't spoken in the sun for too long, she opened her mouth and was silent.

Gu Cheng was looking forward to it and was sad, and there was only sadness in his heart.

But Ah Sheng still opened his mouth after all: "Isn't my mother at home?" ”

"Ah Qiu accompanied her on a trip and was not at home."

Mother Shen Ya was hospitalized with cerebral infarction, and Ah Sheng should not know.

"It's her birthday." When he said this, Ah Sheng's expression was calm, and his expectation turned into a bubble.

March 8 is a festival for Chinese women, and it is also the birthday of her mother Shen Ya.

Under the sun, the heat was steaming, and Ah Sheng's gentle tone was mixed with too many thousands of sails, faintly lonely.

Gu Cheng looked at her, his eyes ached inexplicably.

"Do you want to go for a walk?" He spoke to Ah Sheng, but did not look at her.

Ah Sheng lowered his head, like a child who had done something wrong, staring at the mud-stained sneakers, and his emotions were faint: "No, if I am sick and my mind is not clear, others will laugh at you." ”

In a word, it hurt Gu Cheng's heart.

At the beginning of spring the year before last, two pear trees were planted in the yard. Last night it rained heavily, and the branches and leaves were still covered with undried water droplets.

Gu Cheng hugged Ah Sheng from behind, tightly, his eyes were slightly red, "Ah Sheng, the domestic climate is warm, presumably the pear blossoms have already bloomed on the branches." ”

Ah Sheng raised his eyes to look at the pear blossoms that were waiting to be released, and the breeze blew the scent of pear blossoms, bitter and astringent, fragrant and sweet.

It's like a memory of her.

……

In the northern cities by mid-March, the pear blossoms in the suburbs are in full bloom, condensing a light fragrance.

Cars travel on the highway leading to the airport.

Inside the car, the air is viscous and stagnant.

Lu Zichu looked through the car window and looked at the pear blossom forest along the way, his eyes were as thick as water.

In the slightly drunk afternoon, his face was reflected in the window mirror, and before he knew it, he was already dying.