"I know, dusty ......" Shen Mingji's voice was very low, and he slowly approached the tombstone in front of him, probably no one had ever seen such a gentle expression on his face, and now he knelt on one knee, his black suit pants were slightly stationed in the dirt, but he was holding the cold blue-gray tombstone, and ...... lightly

Thin lips touched the small black and white photo, kissing the sweet smile of the girl in the photo.

He moves carefully, as if he were tending to a dream.

Fragile weaving dreams, brilliant and warm, a touch of bright color in the dark.

I'm afraid that if the arc of the action is larger, the dream will dissipate like a bubble.

Not a trace is left.

"You've always been there, haven't you?" Shen Mingji continued.

The cemetery was very quiet, almost everyone was gone, only Shen Mingji was left, after his words fell, the surrounding silence was a little suffocating, and no one responded.

Shen Mingji lowered his eyes and didn't speak again, just stood up quietly, dusted off the dust next to the tombstone, pulled out some weeds that came out of the surroundings, and cleaned up very cleanly.

Immediately, Shen Mingji took out a blue-gray painting book from his arms, which was filled with all kinds of paintings, and it could be seen that the painter was a little jerky, but he also painted very carefully, almost drawing everything he saw and heard, and all the beauty he saw.

It's just that the book was soaked and re-dried, and many of the traces under the charcoal drawings on it are gone.

Place the notebook next to the bouquet.

Then.

"Young man, we're going to close the cemetery, you see." The uncle guarding the cemetery walked next to Shen Mingji and reminded Shen Mingji of the time.

"Okay, I'll leave right away." Shen Mingji got up from the ground when he heard this, he straightened his clothes, nodded at the cemetery uncle, and turned to leave.

The uncle stood behind him and glanced at the things placed in front of the tombstone, as well as the back of Shen Mingji leaving, and shook his head, he has been guarding this cemetery for almost half his life, and there are many things that impress him.

And the young man in front of him was the most impressive to him.

Not because of anything else, but the look on his face is too impressive.

It was also in front of this tombstone back then, and the boy was only so big at that time, with a skinny body, wearing a loose adult short sleeve, which looked a little funny, with a broken leg, and bruises all over his body, standing in front of this grave with a cane.

It's been a day since I stood there, I didn't eat or drink, and I was stubborn and refused to leave.

He stepped forward to persuade him, but the little boy only had red eyes, his eyes were full of sadness and death, and his voice was soft and tender and asked him.

"Grandpa, you said that it's so dark underground, there is no light at all, I'm not there, will she be afraid."

The little boy's words suddenly made his throat swell, and he felt a little speechless in his heart, and he didn't even understand why he couldn't see a little vivid color in his eyes when he was such a young child.

"I must be scared......" the little boy muttered again when he saw that he did not speak.

From that day on, he was particularly impressed by the child, and since that day on, he has been here every year today, standing in front of the tombstone.

"Little girl." The old man stood by the tombstone and sighed.

"He's really attentive to you, it's a pity that ......"

Life and death, the most helpless thing in the world, the dead will not be resurrected, that young man is destined to go down alone like this.