Seven days later, at noon.

A gust of wind blew suddenly, blowing the paper all over the place.

The wind chimes by the window swayed, making a series of pleasant sounds.

The young man paused the pen in his hand and walked to the window.

It's the season of peach blossoms.

But out of nowhere, bursts of petals floated in the air, pink all over the sky, and a faint fragrance of flowers.

It's like her taste.

The boy's breath was suffocating, and his heart was pounding.

He stretched out his hand, and a petal landed in the palm of his hand.

His tears fell, and the petals turned into a golden glow, which circled his fingertips affectionately and disappeared.

How familiar this picture is.

This is the scene when she took on a human form and came into the world.

And now, she is gone, and so it is.

The palm was empty, but the young man clenched it carefully and gently, put his fist in his heart, and solemnly choked up and said, "Lan Zhi, I'm sorry." May you ...... in the afterlife"

He paused, "May you meet your loved ones in the next life and live happily ever after." Make a ...... Just be an ordinary person. ”

This is also his wish.

If let him choose.

He would like to go back to the most carefree and happy times.

Be the most ordinary person and live the most ordinary life.

A simple side dish, a bowl of hot rice, careful planning for life, calculating for a few pennies, holding hands to visit the market, watching the sunset side by side.

He felt the most beautiful love.

It's snuggling and getting old.

He looked down, his eyes red.

It's a pity that he doesn't deserve it.

She will meet better people.

Definitely.

**

Yuan Li went to the peach forest.

Xu is because she is gone, and Peach Blossom is also thanked.

The room was still the same as when she was there.

The ink on the table hadn't dried yet.

The book hasn't been closed yet.

There is a fire burning in the stove where the tea is burned.

He sat down in her seat.

When you look up, you can see the bright sunshine.

Fingertips stroked inch by inch from the table.

It's as if you can keep something.

In the cabinet under the desk, there is a box.

It seems to be used regularly in general, and its surface is spotless.

Yuan Li gently opened the box.

Inside was a thick pile of paper, which looked like hundreds of sheets.

It's like a draft of her usual handwriting.

All sheets are backside up, buckled.

He reached out.

But I heard a crisp sound of "popping".

The contents of the sandwich fell and broke to pieces.

Yuan Li lowered his head, and his pupils shook suddenly.

It was a clay figure.

He remembers.

It seems that one fell on the day of Tanabata.

Is there another one......

On one of the fragments, there were obvious signs of sticking.

As if he had guessed something, a sour feeling surged in his heart.

This idiot.

A sucker.

Why didn't she say it earlier.

What if she was, what if ......

He looked at the clay figurine, which had been shattered into dregs, and reached out to pick it up, to put it back together in its original form.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the thick pile of paper in his hand accidentally slipped out.

Hundreds of sheets of white paper flew in the air, scattered on the ground.

Like feathers, like snowflakes, falling all over the room.

The boy froze in place.

On every piece of paper, there are her beautiful and neat words.

He knew that she would not be able to hold the pen by the end.

But with every stroke, you can see the seriousness and intentions of the writer.

Those hundreds of pieces of paper, full of them, are all the same sentence.

Yuan has Zhixi and Lan, and Si Gongzi did not dare to speak.

The young man picked up one and read it softly, "Yuan has Zhi Xi Lan ......

Si Gongzi didn't dare to speak......

Lan Zhi, you idiot. ”

The boy hid his face and wept silently.