The moonlight, like a silver waterfall, sprinkled on the calm and waveless sea. The singing on the beach became higher and higher, and Qin Chenchen raised her usual quiet smile when she was sad.

"Grandpa." She called sweetly, "Are you going to walk here alone tonight?" ”

The uncle sighed: "Yes, I made an appointment with my wife before." ”

"So, this rose is for your wife."

"yes, but she can't come."

Qin Chenchen was puzzled, "Why?" ”

"Because ......" The old grandfather, who was still as naughty as an old urchin, suddenly appeared on his wrinkled face, and his eyes, every gray hair of his, flowed with a sentimentality for time, for life, and for death, "She is gone." ”

Qin Chenchen and Leng Mo were stunned for a moment, and they both pursed their lips and were silent.

The old man laughed again. He looked at the distance of the sea, and pointed with trembling fingers, "It's not about leaving, she's right there." Her ashes, right there. ”

The night seems destined to belong to those who have a story.

Qin Chenchen regretted revealing the old man's sadness a little. Although she did it unintentionally.

The old man sighed heavily, "Alas, I come here every day for a walk. Before, it was quiet, and only she and I would come. How do you know that after all these years, you young people have moved here, and now look here, how noisy! ”

"However, it's good to be young, you guys, you like to make trouble. There are a lot of bad ideas. Before my wife left, I saw a young man proposing to his girl. Alas, that's probably what you young people call romance. At that time, my wife also said that I would definitely give her a bouquet of roses. I've lived most of my life, how can I understand this? Now that she's gone, I feel a little sorry for her. So, taking a walk here every day with a rose, I hope she can see me and know that I actually remember her wishes. Later, when I go and meet me underground, she won't keep complaining about me. ”

Qin Chenchen felt that this story was a little sentimental.

She subconsciously looked at Leng Mo and found that his expression was as usual. I can't help but feel a little lost again.

She handed the rose to the old man, "Old man, since this is the flower you gave to your wife, let's pay it back to you." ”

The old man smiled kindly, "No need, this flower is still more beautiful for a girl to hold." Your brother gave you, and you will keep it. I also like to see you young people having fun. My wife was happy to see it. ”

……

Back at the hotel, Qin Chenchen found a vase and inserted the roses into it.

After Leng Mo sent her to the hotel, he said that there was something wrong and went out.

She was alone in her room, staring at the rose steadily.

It's beautiful! It's a pity that he didn't really send her.

For him, it was really just a joke. He didn't want to surprise her, he didn't want to give her roses, he didn't think about taking other people's roses to win her heart.

In fact, with some irony, how could he ever think of pleasing her? It's really just his prank!

If a flower that represents love has lost its support and watering, then why does it represent love? Why is it a symbol of love?

……

After taking a bath, Qin Chenchen looked at the time, half past eleven. He hasn't come back yet.

She was a little confused and wanted to call him. But when she picked up her phone and found the phone number, she didn't want to think about it again.

I was still angry in my heart.

It doesn't matter where he's gone. Maybe he really has something very important.

Climbed into bed, turned off the light, closed her eyes, and fell asleep!

In the middle of the night, she was woken up by some strange noises. She opened her eyes and sat up.

The room was pitch black! Strange noises coming in from the living room.

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