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Yu Qing lay quietly in a coffin full of flowers, dressed neatly, as if she was asleep, silently.

Everyone present lowered their heads slightly, mourning Yu Qing in silence.

Yang Moyu looked around when the people were about to come.

didn't come, Lin Yifei still didn't come.

Why!? This is Yu Qing's last face, and soon, after the funeral, she will be sent to be cremated! Why wouldn't he come!

Thinking of the sentence in Yu Qing's diary, Yang Moyu felt that his heart was dripping blood.

……

In a dimly lit room, heavy floor-to-ceiling curtains covered the floor with crumpled tissues.

In a dimly lit corner, a boy squatted, his hands on his knees, his head buried in the crook of his arm.

The person who attracted attention, in the palm of his hand, held a photo.

Take a closer look, it was a group photo taken by Lin Yifei and Yu Qing before. Inside, Yu Qing smiled brightly, her face was slightly red, and she was shy and gorgeous only a girl, while Lin Yifei's lively and handsome face had two eyebrows fluttering and one arm holding her.

"Yu Qing ......"

Lin Yifei's very light snort came out, and it was Yu Qing's name that he read.

"Why am I so stupid, when you express it so obviously, and I haven't noticed it."

He looked at the picture in his hand, and if he could, he really wanted to throw it away, because, no matter how many times he looked at it, the heart-wrenching pain made his dried-out eyes overflow with bitter liquid.

However, his hand was tightly pinching the photo in his hand, because it was the only object in his hand, which kept reminding him that it was the only thing that could make him feel Yu Qing's shadow at present.

It was as if it could give him the strength to tell him that she was actually always by his side.

He didn't know how long he had been crying in this enclosed space, and how long time had passed.

I only know that the heart-rending pain has not diminished in the slightest.

……

In the funeral parlor, the guests held yellow chrysanthemums and asters in their hands, lined up next to Yu Qing's coffin, and placed the flowers in their hands next to her body.

Yu's father and Yu's mother stood next to him after giving, Yu's mother kept wiping her tears, and Yu's father hugged his beloved wife tightly, as if to pass on strength to her, but he didn't know that he himself had already burst into tears.

When the team came to Yang Moyu, he was already the last person.

It's not a coincidence, but he deliberately wants to be the last in line.

Because, he has something to say to Yu Qing.

He placed the aster on Yu Qing's overlapping hand on his abdomen, and did not leave, but stood there quietly, looking at her face.

It's like I'm going to remember her forever.

Yang Moyu took out a photo from her jacket pocket and put it in her hand, along with the aster.

The smiles of the three above were bright, Nana made a cute grimace, Little Red Riding Hood turned her face away, her face was impatient, Michael's gentle and warm smile was like the sun, and Liz was a scissorhands, smiling and crooked.

The only group photo has become the only proof of the relationship between the three of them, and it has also become the spiritual pillar for him and Yifei to continue to live.

"This photo was taken by you for us, and this party was also proposed by you."

Yang Moyu recounted calmly, with a gentle light in his eyes, and his usual estrangement and indifference disappeared without a trace, as if chatting with a good friend, and talked to her.

"I think you don't have to be afraid, no matter where you go, our hearts will follow you."

He glanced at the photo, the group photo, and then looked back at her face. There was silence in the lobby, so everyone heard every word Yang Moyu said.

Including Yu's father and Yu's mother. In the crowd, there was a slight sobbing sound.

Yu's mother ran directly into tears, leaning on Yu's father's shoulder, crying silently.

Yang Moyu was silent for a while, and then continued: "Sleep well, you must be tired." ”

His eyes began to be clouded with a layer of gray, and with his words, it became thicker and thicker: "Let us bear all the pain of this world." ”

He closed his eyes and thought that after Yu Qing's death, the UnKnown on her phone disappeared without a trace.

The proof that she once fought for her life is like the sand blown away by the wind, leaving no trace.

When he thought of this, his heart hurt even more.

Isn't it, so many players who have lost their lives, after they die, it's the same situation.

How cruel it is, even if you die, everything about UnKnown during your lifetime has been wiped out.

Yang Moyu endured tears for a long time, slipping from the corners of his eyes, he stabilized his emotions and mind, as if to divert his attention, and took out a black box from his pocket.

"By the way, here's a piece of cake, I think, Nana will love it."

Yu's mother's shoulders trembling from crying suddenly stopped, and the guests all looked at Yang Moyu strangely and in surprise, they didn't understand what this sentence meant.

But Yu's mother's eyes were wide open, and her heart kept trembling.

Thinking back to the day when -

"Mom, I'm going out once!" Yu Qing changed her shoes at the entrance and shouted into the kitchen.

"Where are you going, dinner is going to be served!" Yu's mother poked her head out unhappily and looked at her, what did the meal come from.

"Ah, I'm going to buy a cake."

"It's time for dinner, what kind of cake to eat! Mom will come back from work tomorrow to buy it for you, don't go out! ”

Yu Qing smiled and said, "Oh, I didn't eat this myself, I gave it to others." ”

"Who? Boyfriend? ”

"Not really!" Yu Qing shook her finger when she heard her mother talking nonsense there again, "It's a friend of mine, her name is Nana." ”

"Why haven't I heard you mention it before?"

……

Nana, Nana, Qingqing has always mentioned it before, but she never told herself who the girl named Nana was after all and what she looked like.

And Yang Moyu knew that even Yu Qing would send a cake to Nana, he knew it clearly.

How could such a friend kill Yu Qing!

Originally...... It's her mistake! She was wrong! She misunderstood!

Yu's mother covered her mouth with her hands, and looked at Yang Moyu apologetically with tears in her eyes.

"Nana, you have to protect Yu Qing well, whether it is here or there, you have to."

Yang Moyu raised his head slightly, preventing his tears from becoming more and more, and his emotions became more and more out of shape.

A smile appeared on his face, and everyone saw it, but no one accused him.

Because of his words, because of the emotion in his smile.

"If I come to your place and see that she is not being taken care of, I will blame you."

"But I think I'm going to try to live, and I'm flying the same, so that we can be worthy of you."

After talking for a long time, it seems as if a century has passed.

In the end, Yang Moyu stood up straight, stared at Yu Qing's face, and held back a sentence in his mouth for a long time, and finally spoke.

"Goodbye, my friend."

The trembling voice echoed through the quiet lobby, and finally blew into the gray sky with the cold winter wind.