Wen Yan Shi Ran walked in front of her, the sun hitting his thin shoulders, and the broken gold was brilliant. He leaned back on the couch, his long legs stretched forward, his eyes looking at her casually.

"You...... When have I ever powdered?! Just put on some sunscreen! You rough guys, relying on yourself to be sixteen or seventeen years old, don't know how to maintain, don't be jealous of me in N years! ”

"Haha-ahem......" A thin, thin boy walked in, with pale skin and yellowish hair, and coughed before he could laugh twice.

Wen Yan poured a cup of hot water and handed it to him: "Ah Che, drink water."

He took it and moistened his throat, sat down on the seat next to the sofa, and said to Wen Yan in a soft voice: "Ah Yan, are you really not going to go on this trip?" When you go to college in the U.S. in the future, it won't be so convenient for everyone to get together. ”

"Yes, Ah Yan, the island of country S is fun! If you don't go, you'll regret it! The king also lay on his side on the bed in a very bewitching position.

She heard her own voice say, "Hour, what are you taking?" ”

At the door of the room stood a little boy with curly blond hair like a porcelain doll.

"It's a signed photo of Brother Han Xiao, Brother Han Xiao is so powerful, a drama is like this! Give me a few too. She reached for it.

Jiang Tianche walked over: "I helped Ah Yue get it for the children in the orphanage." ”

"Ah Yue, this favorite sister is crazy, it's not that the little potato wants anything, it's unconditionally 'good'", Wang also shouted into the study, "Ah Yue, right?" ”

"What?" A clear and gentle voice.

Her whole body was shocked, the air in her chest was instantly emptied, the corners of her eyes were sore, and she didn't dare to look back.

The sound of footsteps behind her approached, and a warm palm landed on top of her head.

"Your little potato wants to swallow a few signed photos of Brother Han Xiao."

He chuckled and said, "That's right." Huanhuan, I'll ask Brother Han Xiao to sign you a few big posters and paste them in the room, okay? Or, how about accompanying you to visit the class another day to watch him film? ”

What she answered at that time, I can't remember.

In the hazy line of sight, the picture began to rotate and distort into a ball.

"Huanhuan, Huanhuan?"

"Why are you stupid, out of your body?" The king waved vigorously in front of her eyes.

The blue perfume was still in her hand, and she looked at Wang Yehan and then at the empty bedroom.

Just now, memories and reality overlapped, twisted into a quagmire, and her thoughts were just pulled back by the sound of the call, but they seemed to have fallen into a deeper cold pool. A certain part of his heart was poured by the cold wind, and his eyes were desolate, and a bitter smile pulled out of the corner of his mouth.

Now that I think about it, that time was the last time they were all together.

"Hour, Wang Ye, let's go see Ah Yue together and give this to him."

……

There is a green mountain in the eastern suburbs of Lin City, called Donglin. There is a group of buildings on the mountainside, with white walls and gray tiles, simple and rustic.

Pedestrians come and go on the stairs in groups of three or five, or alone.

Among them, there are three young people, one girl is sweet-looking, petite and lovely, and two boys are long, handsome and sunny. They walked up the stairs and looked up, and there were simply two words on the openwork iron door:

Cemetery.

Shen Xihuan walked in front of her head and bent left and right, went up to the third floor, and after several twists and turns, she came to a columbarium wall - it was really strange, she should be the one who came the least, but she could find it without the slightest pause.

The walls are full of transparent lattices, most of which are full.

Some only have an urn, and the glass door is even more dusty, deserted; Some are stuffed with all kinds of objects of the owner's life, the windows are bright and clean, and they are covered with dried flower ornaments.