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Like rotting bones washed out by the tide.

All matter exists in unilateral solitude. Like the darkest night, the brightest light, they never intersect.

When Lin Feng walked to Dongzhuang Village, it was already morning, and the white sun still didn't make people feel warm in winter.

Dongzhuang Village is just south of Helin Town, and it is said that the village is actually a village where dozens of families live, and most of them have moved to the nearby Helin Town. Like the ancient village in Jiangnan, the village is backed by a mountain. Lin Feng was very curious about why his mother had to leave him in the first place, maybe he could find the answer here.

Just like a good movie, all the plots seem to be arranged. Lin Feng looked at the address left on the letter and began to look for it, the village is not big and it is very easy to find, there are very few people in the village, Lin Feng asked the villagers here and found his mother's house.

It's very shabby, it's very shabby, which makes Lin Feng very unexpected.

Lin Feng shouted a few times outside, but no one answered inside, so Lin Feng shouted a few more times, "Don't shout, the people inside have a strange illness and died!" The grandmother on the side of the room said to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng didn't believe it, he didn't believe that his mother died like this, he didn't believe that his mother lived here.

Mother must be lying to me,

Yes, they must be lying to me,

You're lying to me。。。。。

So the stories, like the plots, have already begun to follow one after another in order. Those who are reluctant to leave will always have the worry that they will not leave. Those who have already left may not want to leave, like weathered leaves hanging on the branches in the cold winter. No one likes the dark, it's just that the sun shines too brightly, so we flee into the night, at least the night will tolerate our wounds.

"Grandma, isn't this a woman in her thirties for many years?". Lin Feng asked.

Grandma said; “... Well, that's been many years, you're her? ”

"I am her, son, grandma, how did my mother die, why is it like this, why is it ......". Lin Feng asked with tears in his eyes.

"Alas, the woman lived here when she came to this village, and this house belonged to a man, and I heard that he married your mother, but your mother died just a few years ago because she was seriously ill, and the man left last, and now he has not returned for several years, probably dead....... Alas," Grandma sighed, and continued, "Your mother's is buried in the back of the village."

’"... Well.... Thank you, Grandma," Lin Feng replied crying.

‘"..... Alas, pitiful! After Grandma finished speaking, she left.

The sky seemed to be overcast, and the leaden gray sky accompanied by the whistling wind seemed to tell all the grief here........

Lin Feng pushed open the door of the house, a strong musty smell rushed to his face, and a 25-watt light bulb hung on the beam. Old furniture, tables covered with thick dust. Lin Feng walked into the room and saw a letter left in the corner of the bed, a letter that had not been sent. The envelope on the outside had long since yellowed. The address written on the letter is Helin Town, and the recipient is Lin Feng, Lin Feng opened the letter, and it wrote about his mother's coming here, and the end of the letter reads; Lin Feng, my mother doesn't want to abandon you, you will always be my mother's son, maybe you still hate me now, but please forgive your mother. My mother has cancer and knows that she will not live for a few years, and my mother does not want to drag you down, so please forgive your mother and forgive your mother。。。。。。。

Lin Feng couldn't help but shed tears in the end, it turned out that his mother didn't leave him, it turned out that his mother was afraid of affecting him, it turned out that he still loved himself, it turned out that he was ......... In the absence of the original.

Lin Feng left the house, and then walked in the direction pointed by Grandma to his mother's grave.

There were a lot of weeds growing on the grave, Lin Feng pulled out all the weeds on the grave with his hands, and then Lin Feng walked to the grave and knelt down and kowtowed a few times.

"Mom, my son has forgiven you a long time ago."

'I've forgiven you a long time ago,' maybe my mother could still hear it now.

Tears flowed down his cheeks and fell heavily into the earth, like memories that had been sealed in the dust for many years, and after being buried for tens of thousands of years, they turned into white fossils.

Lin Feng originally decided to leave tomorrow, but there was nothing to miss here, and the only thing he missed was his mother.

-- Actually, I also know that when you say forgive you, you are forgiving you for leaving this world. So that you can live without burdens as before.

-- I feel heartache when I hear such words. But at least I've forgiven.

――Every time I used to hear a song playing on the streets of Helin Town, it made me cry that day. That song is called "Leaving Song".

It's like a dream, too.

When the sun escapes the night, when the earth abandons the deep ocean, the world will come to an end.

Like all stories, there will be an ending.

Just like the dark sea, there will always be times when the tide rises and falls.