Lin Shen stood in front of the tombstone for a long time before turning to leave.

She came out of the cemetery, because it was a suburb and there were very few vehicles, she walked slowly to the side of the road, and swayed aimlessly, somehow to the temple.

The temple is still the same, but the people who come to visit it have all changed, she bought a ticket, walked inside, and thought that the last time she came, Jinyang was behind her, she obviously knew, but she didn't look back.

This time, she was the only one, and she couldn't help but turn her head and look back, feeling indescribably sad in her heart.

She walked in step by step, the same as last time, revisiting the old place, and then repeating all the things she had done last time, and in the last temple, after worshipping the Buddha, where she came out of the door, there was an old nun.

Lin deeply remembers her, who has been collecting incense and wishing money all year round.

The last time she came, she made a wish, and this time, she still made a wish.

The old nun would record the name of the person who paid the money, and when he saw the money handed over by Lin Shenshen, he went to look through the heavy notebook.

Lin Shen glanced at it inadvertently, and suddenly said in a loud voice, "Wait a minute." ”

The old nun raised her head in some confusion and looked at Lin Shenshen, but Lin Shenshen stretched out her hand, turned the book back two pages, and saw her name.

Name: Lin Shenshen.

Wish: All wishes come true.

Amount: 100 RMB.

And her attention is not on her own name, but under her own name.

Name: Jin Yang.

Wish: Lin Shenshen.

Amount: 100 RMB.

Wish, Lin Shenshen just three simple words, replaced all his wishes.

Lin Shenshen's fingers trembled slightly, and then slowly moved her fingers away, handed the money in her hand to the old nun, and waited for the old nun to turn the book to the last blank page, she picked up the pen and wrote her name, wish, and amount on the paper.

In order: Lin Shenshen, Jinyang, 100 yuan.

The moment Lin put down the pen deeply, she vaguely felt that the bottom of her heart, calmed down, she came out of the temple, she saw the plum forest in the distance, it was the Spring Festival at this time, the plum blossoms had already withered, she stood there, looked at it for a while, and then walked around, and finally came to the wishing hall.

The place was still covered with red strips of cloth, and Lin deeply thought that he had once sincerely apologized here for her dead child.

She still bought a red strip of cloth like last time, and wrote a sentence on it, which was the sentence that Jin Yang once gave her: Hold the hand of the son, grow old with the son.

She took the red strip of cloth, stepped on the ladder, and went to hang it on the trunk of the tree, there were too many strips of red cloth on it, Lin Shen looked for a long time in the sky, and then found a place, she raised her hand and tied the strip of cloth to it.

The strip of cloth was a little long, and it was entangled with one of them, and when Lin Shen stretched out his hand to tidy it up, he inadvertently looked at the other strip of cloth.

I don't know if the sky has eyes, or if it is too fateful, or if it has its own arrangements in the dark.

Another strip of cloth turned out to be Jinyang's.

Because of the rain and wind, the red strip of cloth faded a little, but the black letters on it were very clear.

His handwriting looks smooth and chic.

However, the most touching thing is the above words: You look at me, I miss you all my life, and I will love you for the rest of my life.