Luo Xiaomei straightened up, looked at her father, who was much older, and said slowly: "Dad, you have always been busy with work and have a lot of entertainment. In the future, drinking less alcohol and smoking less cigarettes during socializing will not be good for your health. Money is something that you don't bring with you when you are born or you die, as long as you have enough, and the most important thing is to be healthy and with the people you care about. Luo Xiaomei wiped her tears and solemnly said goodbye, "In the next life, we will still be a family, I am still your daughter, Lili's sister, and Jiajia's good friend!" As she spoke, Luo Xiaomei's soul was gradually pulling out of Xiao Baicai's body, and her energy was weakening, which was not enough to support her to continue to stay in Xiao Baicai's body. Xiao Baicai slowly woke up, and as soon as she woke up, she saw the Luo family and Liu Jia looking at her warmly, a little confused.

"Xiaomei, let's go." Jing Yuan reminded.

Sure enough, Luo Xiaomei's soul had already floated into the air, her pink skirt was raised, and her scattered long hair was turning into a little starlight, diffusing in the air......

"Uncle and aunt, I'm Xiao Baicai. Xiaomei, she ......" Xiao Baicai's face was painful, and she had to face this parting scene again.

Luo Xiaomei reluctantly raised the index finger of her right hand, which was already more transparent, and put it on her thin lips, signaling Xiao Baicai not to tell her loved ones the truth, "Sister Baicai, please leave the rest to you." After speaking, Starlight came to her upper body, and in an instant, Luo Xiaomei had turned into cooking smoke and disappeared.

Xiao Baicai covered his slightly aching chest with his hand, and Jing Yuan saw Luo Xiaomei, who he had known for many years, leave like this, and he couldn't bear to cover his eyes with his hand.

Then ...... Let her end it, Xiao Baicai stood up and said, "Xiaomei will always be by your side." Death is not the end, but another beginning. "Luo Xiaomei has disappeared, let her tell a white lie, only in this way can she comfort the living.

Xiao Baicai and Jing Yuan left Luo Xiaomei's house, and when they left, the Luo family and Liu Jia thanked her in a complicated and uneven mood.

Walking from the road below Luo's house to the intersection, there is a store that is still open, and from time to time, a few wild cats are scurrying up and down on the fence of the street. There were three cats, a cat with white hair like snow, and an orange cat and a black cat, who came to Xiao Baicai's feet and "meow...... Meow ......", let out a delicate cry, stretched out his little tongue and licked her shoes, looked up at Xiao Baicai with pitiful eyes, and looked hungry.

Xiao Baicai squatted down, took out cat food from his trouser pocket, and sprinkled it in front of them, and sure enough, they scrambled to eat. She stroked the cat's head, the soft fur was lovely, "Oh good, Xiaomei, your cats are okay." Rest assured. ”

During the stroke of the hair, she found that the white cat's belly was bulging, and it turned out to be pregnant, "Ah, Xiaomei, there will be a little meow soon!" "Life can't go back and forth, but emotions can be delayed.

Xiao Baicai stood up and took out a letter in Luo Xiaomei's room in his trouser pocket, Luo Xiaomei told Xiao Baicai that it was a love letter to a boy named Li Jiwen in their class. He is the captain of the basketball varsity team, and Luo Xiaomei met when he was the captain of the cheerleading team. Originally, Luo Xiaomei originally planned to confess to Li Jiwen after the college entrance examination, but unfortunately the plan didn't catch up with the change. In order not to leave regrets, Luo Xiaomei specially entrusted Xiao Baicai to send this letter to his mailbox, which can be regarded as an end to her youth.

The letter is a Tibetan poem, "The flowers and trees in front of Li Ruo's door are fragrant, the years have endured for a long time, the literature and the paper are full of heart, Luo Yunbu, Xiaochun Miao, and the beauty is drunk and complains to Langqing." I wonder what kind of expression this boy will have when he sees it? Xiao Baicai thought, the letter has been delivered, this is the last wish of the deceased, what will be the result, let it go with the wind.

Luo Xiaomei's matter is over. Under the moonlight, there was only Xiao Baicai's shadow alone, and his mood was as unfolding as ink.

"Thank you cabbage. Let Xiaomei leave with peace of mind. Jing Yuan said.

Xiao Baicai sighed, "What about you?" One day, you'll disappear like her. ”

Jing Yuan looked up at the moon hanging in the distance, "Maybe." Actually, the answer is yes.

Xiao Baicai looked at his lonely appearance when he raised his head to look at Mingyue, her heart was like a knife, she just asked knowingly. Suddenly, I wanted to rush up and hug Jingyuan, hug this ...... Untouchable, soul.

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The next morning, a boy went out with his school bag on his back, passed by his newspaper box downstairs, saw a letter in it, and took it out. The envelope is plain white and has no recipient, sender, and address. Puzzled, he pulled out the tissue paper inside, and when he read the contents, the blank space on the paper was moistened. He took a deep breath and looked up at the cloudless sky, the cold wind of the morning lapping his face.

In my mind, it is the girl dancing gracefully by the basketball court before her death, holding flower balls with both hands, and smiling.

"You're over there...... Are you okay? I miss you, beauty. ”