The sky was gray and the people were out of breath. In the cemetery, the long coniferous pine trees around it were blown to the ground by the wind, and the December wind blew people cold, and only after standing in the open for a while that their hair and clothes were wet.

Du Tengyu got out of the car wearing a long black trench coat, holding Wang Ying's favorite blue hydrangea in his left hand, blue hydrangea with eucalyptus leaves, and a black umbrella in his right hand.

It gradually began to rain lightly, due to the frequent rain and humidity in recent days, and there were still a few puddles of water on the ground, Du Tengyu's back was straight, and there was no emotion on his face.

He walked step by step, each step heavy and powerful.

He came to Wang Ying's tomb, squatted down on one knee, and placed the bunch of blue hydrangeas in front of Wang Ying's monument. He pulled out a handkerchief, embroidered with small flowers and two crooked letters. "DW", this is a gift from Wang Ying, he said to make a mark, those two letters were taught by Wang Ying to sew.

He held a handkerchief, a needle and thread, and followed Wang Ying's movements, he learned very seriously, but the embroidery was awkwardly tight.

Wang Ying said that he would sew a new one for him, which was neat, but he didn't, he said that this was special.

He picked up a handkerchief and carefully wiped the rain that fell on the black-and-white photograph little by little.

He held his umbrella high to cover the tombstone, and he was afraid that she would get caught in the rain.

"Ying'er, I'm coming to see you."

"I dreamed of you last night, and you still grabbed chicken legs with me to eat." As he spoke, a smile appeared on Du Tengyu's face.

Wang Ying's favorite food is chicken legs, Orleans grilled chicken legs, every time she and Du Tengyu go out, they will take him to the snack street to buy chicken legs to eat, she said that eating chicken legs will make her happy again, Du Tengyu kept asking her why, this question did not answer until she left.

In the dream, he took her to the snack street to buy chicken legs, and there was no one in the bustling snack street in the past, not even the people who watched the store, he lit the fire and roasted it for her with his own hands, and she stood on the side to help him fan the fire.

"Add more cumin."

Her eyes were fixed on the chicken thighs on the grill.

"Today we have a charter, I will bake as much as you want."

She had an excited expression on her face, smoky and fragrant, and the two of them carried the roasted chicken leg and nibbled on it, her mouth full of oil, and he gently wiped it off with a tissue.

Wang Ying grabbed Du Tengyu's hand, opened her mouth and bit it.

"Don't you still have it?"

"I just want to eat you."

The two laughed and laughed.

Later, I woke up from the dream.

Du Tengyu quietly stroked Wang Ying in the black and white photo, from hair to eyes, to nose, and finally to mouth.

He didn't say anything, just watched quietly with a smile on his face.

Meng Nan also took Su Yi to the cemetery and saw Du Tengyu in the distance.

Meng Nan was wearing a white sweatshirt with a dark brown coat and a transparent umbrella in his hand. Su Yi stood beside him, also holding a bouquet of blue hydrangeas in his hand.

"Brother."

Meng Nan took Su Yi to Du Tengyu's side and stopped.

Du Tengyu didn't reply to him, still standing quietly, looking at his lover in the photo.

Su Yi gently placed the bouquet next to Du Tengyu's bouquet. She looked at the girl in the photo with a big smile.

Meng Nan didn't speak in the car, and Su Yi didn't ask him, just drove quietly.

"She is Du Tengyu's girlfriend."

Meng Nan pursed his lips, and there was no obvious emotional change on his face.

"Died in front of my concert venue, car accident."

Su Yi didn't speak, Meng Nan didn't make a sound again, Meng Nan felt that the car was very stuffy, he rolled down the window, the wind was very strong, blowing on the window sometimes like the low cry of a lonely ghost, sometimes like the roar of a wild ghost.

According to the convention, every year on Wang Ying's death day, Du Tengyu will go to the bar to drink alone, he wants to numb himself through alcohol, usually he is too busy to think about her, but every day his thoughts are like a demon devouring him.

The lights on the dance floor were shining, how many men and women were crazy about their love, and they were eating glasses of wine, but Du Tengyu was getting more and more sober, and he even felt that the wine was spicy.

He walked out of the bar in silence, his coat in his hand, his ears suddenly unaccustomed to such a quiet environment, and he began to buzz in resistance. He walked alone, with the driver following behind and driving.

He wasn't drunk, but he was staggering. The wind made him shiver, and he shook off his clothes and put them on obediently, as if he had returned to the past.

"It's almost Christmas, what are you going to give me?" Wang Ying looked at him and walked backwards step by step.

Du Tengyu held her hand and met her smiling face, "Can you give me to you?" ”

Wang Ying pulled her little hand out of her big hand, stopped her steps, and punched him in the chest, she thought he was stingy and didn't want to give her a gift. He grabbed her little cold red hand and put it to his mouth, squeezed her hand and rubbed it and stuffed it into his own pocket, and she tucked her other hand into her own pocket.

With a deep sigh of relief, it was white.

Du Tengyu reached out and grabbed a handful of white gas that had just been spit out, the driver thought he was drunk and stopped the car to help him, but he waved his hand and continued to walk forward.

Zhang Yunling picked up his wine glass and clinked glasses with Chen Dong, and Chen's mother sat next to him.

"Yunling, you haven't been here for a long time." Chen's mother took the vegetables and put them in Zhang Yunling's bowl.

"How's it going?" Chen Dong raised his head and drank the wine in the cup.

"It's not normal."

"They see it."

"Eight or nine is not far from ten."

Chen's mother helped Chen Dong pour wine, he was afraid that he would drink too much, so every time she poured it for him personally, she only poured a small sip every time.

Chen Dongcai put his hand on the wine glass and retracted it.

"You must have played other chess games, I'm just a façade, right?"

"Do they think I'm that stupid?" Chen Dong sneered twice.

Huang Mao held the guitar and played it seriously, and he improved the song he wrote to Zhao Qing last time.

Zhao Qing sat opposite him, his chin in his hands, and listened carefully.

Huang Mao wrote all their experiences in the song, Zhao Qing felt that her eyes were a little blurry when she listened to it, she was very moved, and she was touched that someone could hinder her so affectionately.

Su Yi looked at Meng Nan, who was sitting on the sofa silently, made a cup of hot tea and brought it to him, and was ready to go back to the room, maybe now he needs an environment where no one disturbs.

"Su Yi."

Meng Nan called Su Yi.

"Huh?"

"Let's get married."

Su Yi was stunned.

"I don't want to have regrets."

Su Yi understood what he meant, maybe he saw Wang Ying's photo today and thought of the past, maybe he was because he saw Du Tengyu's eyes looking at Wang Ying's posthumous photo, in short, he loved her, he didn't know which one would come first tomorrow or the future, and he didn't want to leave regrets.

This is also the thought of returning from the cemetery today, and she understands him because she has experienced the kind of regret that she has not even had time to regret.

"I do."

Su Yi turned back and stood beside Meng Nan, Meng Nan looked up at her, Su Yi looked down at him, "I don't want to have any regrets anymore." ”

Meng Nan gently leaned his head on Su Yi, and Su Yi gently patted him on the back.

There was a light rain outside the window again.