The scene of being separated from Angel comes up in my nightmares every night.

Even though I told myself repeatedly during the day that everything was going to be fine...... The torment of dreams still baffles me.

It's really sad - I turned around and came back first, why is it always Angel who runs away first in the dream?

When I wake up, I always feel powerless.

And the anger that can't be vented.

On the fourth day, I could no longer pretend to be light and went to school, so I simply skipped class.

In the rainy early spring, the light through the window was very dim, and the rain on the windowsill was like a cry, repeating the last thing I wanted to hear—

So be it......

I flipped through the address book, and there were no more than five or six contacts up and down.

Van Yesh is powered off; I didn't dare to try Zhao Wei and Anqi's numbers.

After a moment of hesitation, I finally pressed the dial-out button of An Ke's number.

I almost gave up when the call was finally connected.

"Hmm." The ghostly voice was cold and desolate.

"Ann...... Uncle Ann ...... "I opened my mouth hard, "I'm Kang Rong." ”

"Hmm."

"That's right......" I asked with fear and sadness, forcing myself to ask, "do you know where Angie's mother's funeral took place?" ”

"Hmm."

"That'...... Can you please tell me? "I felt breathless, and the image of a ghostly man teetering at the end of the coastal levee flashed in my mind.

An Yanke hesitated for a moment and responded, "Tonghui Road No. XX." ”

The short, depressing conversation abruptly hangs up.

I pulled myself together, found a set of black long-sleeved trousers, washed up, and went to the flower shop near the neighborhood.

I picked out a bouquet of white tulips in decent condition and rushed directly to Tonghui Road.

The area around Tonghui Road is a well-known "rich area" in the city. It is about half an hour's drive from the city center and about a twenty-minute walk from the beach.

For so many years, I have only seen the luxurious entrance to this villa garden from afar on the bus.

Along the way, I sometimes looked at the rain-washed car windows, sometimes fiddling with the white petals, and I was nervous and had a hint of anticipation that was hard to ignore.

When I arrived at the villa, I made a detailed registration at the security office.

Going around and around, the rain slightly wet my trouser legs, I finally found Angel.

The door of this villa was open, and two young men in black clothes bowed their heads in silence.

I took a breath and forced my composure, "I'm a friend of Angel's. ”

One of them took my umbrella, placed it on the umbrella stand behind the door, and led me into the ground floor hall, which had been set up as a synagogue.

A thick dark green carpet stretches to the end of the spacious space.

In the center is a half-opened coffin, flanked by people holding flowers with their heads bowed.

Angel stood by the cabinet behind the coffin in a well-fitting black suit with her eyes down.

Next to him was the uncle he had met before.

On the cabinet are photos of Angel's mother and her urn.

Most of the mourners were relatives and friends of Angel's mother. But I still saw Zhao Wei and An Ke in the crowd at once.

I hid myself in the crowd, followed the flow of people to the coffin, and glanced at the well-dressed mound on my head.

Suddenly I had a splitting headache, and my vision was blurry.

I put the flowers in my hands with trembling hands.

…… This may be the last bunch I will give her.

I didn't dare to appear in front of Angel so blatantly - not to mention that the scene was full of elders who regarded me as enemies.

I quietly retreated against the flow of people to the corner of the synagogue.

In my ears were the whispers of people, and there was only Angel's tired and painful look in her eyes.