In the eyes of others, memory has no power, because it is just a spell placed on oneself.

On that cold summer day, Tan Tian stayed alone in the cemetery all day.

This is the fourth birthday without Mannie around.

Three full years have passed, and Tan Tiancai has finally begun to accept the fact that Mannie has left him forever. He stood still, muttering to himself, "Why, this day, Mannie?" ”

I don't know when it started to rain, and the increasingly dark sky was filled with depression, and my vision was already blurred. The mobile phone in the satchel had been 'buzzing' for a long time, Tan Tian just smiled wryly, looked at Mannie for the last time, and then turned around and staggered into the rain.

When I walked down the mountain, the bus stop in the western suburbs was already lit up with dim street lights. Tan Tian walked into the platform and saw a thin woman sitting on the crossbar under the eaves of the platform.

The woman's two slender legs stretched straight out of the eaves, and the intermittent raindrops rhythmically hit her white sandals, shattering into droplets.

Seeing someone coming, the woman turned her head to look at Tan Tian, and saw that his hairline was dripping with raindrops downward, so she handed over a square towel in her hand: "Are you wet?!" ”

Tan Tian was stunned at the moment when the woman turned her head.

"Dry your hair, or you'll catch a cold. Didn't your mom teach you? ”

It's just that the eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar, and she's not Mannie. Tan Tian smiled bitterly and pulled himself back to reality, took the square scarf, and was about to say thanks: "Thank you—"

"Is there anything to eat?" The woman suddenly frowned and looked at Tan Tian's satchel, which seemed to be bulging, so she said, "I'm hungry." ”

When Tan Tian heard this, he put down the square scarf, turned around and broke into the rain again, walked to the supermarket not far away, and after a while, he returned to the advertising board with a large bag of food, and said to the woman: "Eat." ”

The woman rummaged through it unceremoniously, but in the end she just took out a box of milk tea, inserted a straw, and sipped it to herself.

Under the dim street lamp, Tan Tian looked at the woman in front of him who was sipping milk tea with her head down, and the sound of dripping rain gradually faded in Tan Tian's world, scattering into a heart-rending memory.

"Are you vagrant? It looks like an adult, why is it still raining in this wilderness so late. The woman looked up at the yellow mist from the streetlights.

"I'm here to meet someone very important."

When the woman heard this, she turned her head and glanced at Tan Tian, then suddenly pointed in the direction of the cemetery on the mountain and said, "Is that 'very important person' there?" ”

"Hmm."

"Did you go to her with such an expression?"

Tan Tian was speechless, although he couldn't see his 'expression' at the moment, he knew his decadence very well in his heart.

"She's crying, it's all you." The woman looked at the raindrops falling like tears with a solemn face and said softly.

"But I don't know what to do—"

"If she was still alive, what would she be doing now?" The woman leaned back with her hands propped up, revealing her slender collarbone, and she looked more and more emaciated.

If she were still alive, she would have become a best-selling novelist by now. Because, she is a wonderful romani.

"Now, can you help her realize her dream?" The woman turned her head to look at Tan Tian, but her expressionless face made Tan Tian feel a lot of emotion.

Tan Tian suddenly remembered Mannie's smile - Mannie said: "Tan Tian, I write books, you make books, we have been together, okay?!" ”

"Okay." Tan Tian's vision was hazy, and tears slid down and melted into the rain on his face.

Tan Tian didn't know at the time that three months later, he would meet this woman with abnormal emaciation again, and this woman turned out to be the new writer of "Flowering" "Yiye Shuang".