That morning, Ye Tang woke up very early and didn't sleep all night. In fact, she lied to him, she didn't have a class today. Sitting on the bed, she hugged her legs and buried her head in it, feeling very uncomfortable and uncomfortable. She no longer wants to admit it, but she can only accept it, this parting may be goodbye.

Tears flowed down their own accord until the quilt was wet. Rubbing her reddened eyes and looking out the window at the beginning of the day, she went to the kitchen, ready to make another cake for him. This cake was a very common tiramisu, but she had never made it for him before, and now it was time for her to think it was the most appropriate, because "tiramisu" means "remember me".

Counting the time, she stood in front of his door, and when she heard the sound of a suitcase dragging inside, she gently placed the cake on his door, and returned to the house at a rapid speed, and when the door was closed, the opposite door opened. She gently put her ear on the door, but the sound insulation effect of the door obscured their words, and she could only hear that it was Wang Yuan's voice, that it was Wang Yuan's mother's voice, and that was Wang Yuan's father's voice.

She heard footsteps approaching her door, and he seemed to have something written on it. Just a door away, he was writing a message outside, while she cried inside the door until she fell to the ground. That kind of indescribable pain, that is the heartbeat and love that Ye Tang only understood after a long time. And at this moment, she only knew that it was an unforgettable reluctance. She thought so much that time stopped at this moment. Eventually, however, the footsteps went away, and she heard the sound of the elevator.

She opened the door, and sure enough, there was a note taped to the door, which read:

"Thank you for the cake. I left you a night light and a guitar. I've had a lot of fun with you all these years. Thank you very much for the nights with you. I hope you can open up your world, accept kindness, and enjoy your life. Goodbye ~ my, little leaf. ”

She didn't have time to pay attention to the guitar and night light leaning next to the door, took down the note and ran to the balcony, and saw Wang Yuan's family standing on the road, and when his line of sight drifted by, she subconsciously squatted down. When she poked her head out again, she saw that they had already stopped the taxi and were putting their luggage inside, as if she saw that Wang Yuan was holding the cake in his hand.

Watching the taxi go away little by little, it's like their torn life little by little, and the trajectory of fate far away a little bit. When she couldn't see the taxi at all, she knew that Wang Yuan had left her world.

Suddenly, tears rained down, and she shuffled back to the door and picked up the guitar. He sat down by the wall, his fingers brushing over the guitar. The first familiar note that played was the song "Spillover" that he taught. Holding the guitar, she was at the height of the eighteenth floor, crying almost suffocating.

If someone asks, do you regret not sending him away? She thought, regretting it, but she didn't regret it. I just felt compelled to do it.

This year, Wang Yuan taught Ye Tang the guitar, and this year, Wang Yuan left Ye Tang's world.

"My light

I have secretly hidden myself and sang in the shadows.

I give you, my blank heart.

Please write all your heart's desires. ”。

If I could, I would like to use it, and if I can't get it well, I will change it to a future, and I will be willing to change it even if it is a bubble.