"Xiaoxiao, don't cry, you see that your eyes are about to cry into a panda eye, I know all these things you said, it's over, and the mourning is changing." Gu Qingshui stared at the back of He Yuwen walking into the house coldly, and comforted Mo Xiaoxiao, who was crying silently.

Time is fair and cruel, just like someone said it will not stop and turn the wheel because of anyone, whether the people in the world are sad or happy or dull, just like it is not in the same parallel world as the people in the world, everything seems to be close, but in fact it has nothing to do with it, you see the dawn outside the window is breaking again, someone is snoring and having a sweet dream, someone is sleepless all night or the tired heart all day.

"Knock knock......" Mo Xiaoxiao didn't close her eyes almost all night, and when it was almost dawn, she no longer forced herself to fall asleep, but fortunately she got up and took a bag to pack up Mo Yao's clothes.

Mo Xiaoxiao entered the house where Mo Yao once lived with an extremely complicated mood, and turned on the lights inside, but the warm yellow light could not warm the coldness of a room, just like the sun in winter could not warm people's shivering bodies, it seemed to exist but felt so empty, except for some clothes left by Mo Yao when he left, it was a memory that belonged to Mo Xiaoxiao, and looked around silently, a lamp was placed next to the bedside table, and there was a story book that had not yet been read on the side, it seems that time has nailed it there, and it will stop forever at that page and will not be turned again.

Mo Xiaoxiao squatted down lightly again, pulled open the wardrobe that stood quietly on the side, and began to pack up for Mo Yao, those clothes will infinitely pull her thoughts for a long time, and the surging emotions will be secretly ambushed in the depths of her soul, as long as her emotions are slightly affected by external objects, those pathos like a flood will follow, and her emotions that have finally calmed down will be re-entered into the place of no return.

He Yuwen got up very early, thinking that he had to accompany Mo Xiaoxiao to the funeral home to retrieve Mo Yao's ashes in the morning, so he got up at dawn, cleaned up his things at will, and walked towards the living room, but found that the door of Mo Xiaoxiao's room was actually open, so he walked over gently, but the room was empty, and her figure was just a light left empty, and the loneliness and loneliness shone on the loneliness of a room.

Then he retreated in confusion, and saw that Mo Yao's room light was turned on, He Yuwen didn't think much about it and walked towards the house, seeing that the door was hidden and not closed, but when he arrived at the door out of politeness, He Yuwen still knocked on the door first.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

Mo Xiaoxiao was squatting on the ground, thinking of something, when he heard a knock on the door behind his ears, in this silent environment, the knock on the door suddenly broke in, like a messenger from outside, breaking all the tranquility and serenity, which made Mo Xiaoxiao come back to his senses, and unconsciously found that there were two lines of tears on his cheeks, so he hurriedly wiped them away, stood up and turned his back to the person outside the door, quickly sorted out his emotions, and said casually for a moment: "What's wrong?" ”

He Yuwen also witnessed all her embarrassed appearance, and when she eased her mental state, she slowly responded calmly: "No, it's just that when I saw that it was dawn and you weren't in your own room, I came over to take a look." ”

Listening to He Yuwen's unfazed reply, Mo Xiaoxiao reacted, looked out the window, and saw a sun like a pearl of fire rising from the east, and the crimson light sprinkled down, rendering a large area of the sky, as if it was burned with red light by the rising sun.

He Yuwen saw Mo Xiaoxiao looking at the sun outside the window in amazement, looking thoughtful, in fact, he could also understand her mood very well, and after a while, he said again: "Have you cleaned up?" If it's almost time to clean up and we have some breakfast, let's get ready to go over, I'm worried that there won't be enough time. ”

Mo Xiaoxiao heard He Yuwen's words again, and gently agreed: "Okay, I'll pack up now and come out immediately." ”

At the dinner table, Mo Xiaoxiao, the taste is the same as chewing wax and eating breakfast but can't eat a little taste, often eating and eating, she will be distracted, seeing that she is holding a chopstick to clip the eggs on the plate on the table, but she has not eaten at all, He Yuwen is a little worried about her state: "Xiaoxiao, what are you thinking?" Do you still have something on your mind? ”

Mo Xiaoxiao didn't hear He Yuwen's question at all, but in the afterglow, he seemed to see someone looking at him, so he turned around and looked at He Yuwen in a panic: "Ah...... What the? ”

He Yuwen didn't speak, shook his head lightly and was silent, Mo Xiaoxiao saw him like this before he spoke again: "By the way, what about Qing Shui?" Why didn't I see her early this morning? ”

"Looks like something is going on! I don't know the specifics, don't worry about her, let's set off after eating, it's not too early. ”

The two of them cleaned up, went out, got on the babbling rickshaw, put on their hats and covered up all the world in front of them, no longer questioning the traffic in front of them, but in a trance, they could still hear the noise of the noisy earthly mixture.

"Here we are." I don't know how long time has passed, but I suddenly heard He Yuwen's calm and low voice floating over in my ears, Mo Xiaoxiao pushed his hat up, and the scene in front of him has been completely replaced by another scene, from the crowded and crowded city, Zhan turned to this cold and silent alley, got out of the car and looked up, a black signboard was hung at the door, carved with white lacquer "funeral home" three eye-catching big characters, and the car was sparse in front of the door. Separated by a distance of more than a dozen steps, there is a sense of distance for no reason, a sad and desolate feeling that people can't say, and there seems to be a burning smell of high-incense paper money in the cold air.

"Let's go, let's go in." He Yuwen said as he took Mo Xiaoxiao to enter from the door that was big or small, and walked into a hall where there were all kinds of mountains of high incense and yellow paper money, as well as some things like shrouds on display, and the caretaker was a white-haired old man, seeing He Yuwen and Mo Xiaoxiao entering, he put on his reading glasses that he placed on the side and looked at the two.

The old man's face was a little fierce, and there was an extremely deep scar on his eyebrows, a shocking appearance, and he walked towards the two of them, which scared Mo Xiaoxiao's heart tightened, and he hurriedly took a step back and almost fell.

He Yuwen looked ahead, without the slightest hint of fear, and calmly faced the person in front of him, and opened his mouth first: "Old man, we are here to pick up the urn of our relatives, where do you claim it?" ”

The old man in front of him looked at the two of them, looked up and down, and only spoke for a long time: "Come here with me and make a registration for you to check." ”

After the old man finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards a small table beside him, on which was spread a red cloth, on which a lamp was placed, and the oil was still burning in it, and on the table was a thick old notebook, perhaps it had been turned over a little frequently, and it looked tattered, and it was still shining with an old light, and it was densely written, and it was impossible to see what was written.

"What is the name of the person you are looking for, male or female, and how old is it?" The old man said without a smile.

"Mo Yao, male, eleven years old" Mo Xiaoxiao was stunned in place, silent as if he couldn't say a word, He Yuwen said calmly alone.

"Go to the third door and go in, the No. 14 cabinet is it, remember not to take it wrong, don't make a mistake with the name on the cabinet, verify it when you take it."

There are four doors in the hall, and the numbers are marked on the doors, He Yuwen led Mo Xiaoxiao to push the door from the third door, and a strong scent of smoke rushed to his face, and when he entered the door, he saw that the four sides were densely packed with cabinets like drawers, Mo Xiaoxiao saw the picture in front of him, and he only felt that his head hurt, so many living people were crowded in this small box......

He Yuwen took out the small box full of Mo Yao's ashes, and gently ripped off the label on it, as if he had completely torn him off this world, which was heavy and complicated, and Mo Xiaoxiao on the side was in a trance, thoughtful......

It was already noon when the two came out of the funeral home, and after He Yuwen's repeated thinking, he resolutely decided to bury Mo Yao in a forest behind the hospital, where there was silence all year round, and no one would disturb him anymore, and here Mo Xiaoxiao could still visit him from time to time, and there might never be any trace of him in this world, but his shadow would always live in Mo Xiaoxiao's heart.

To define a person's death is not to mean that he dies physically, but that he is not truly dead until the last person in this world who remembers him has died.

Twilight is like a bloodthirsty madman, dyeing the whole sky with bright red colors, summer is probably already old, to the end of summer, autumn beckons in the distance and is about to hand over to the end of summer, there is no coolness in the wind, only the surging layers of heat, Mo Xiaoxiao and He Yuwen stood in the sunset, and the new tomb added in the barren grass, to make a final farewell, just like the calm and ordinary of spring to autumn, a sense of pathos arose in the unprovoked ......