After the beginning of winter, the weather is cold and gray, and the Qingling Cemetery in Kyoto becomes more and more bleak.

The tombstone carved in bluestone stands quietly, revealing cold and silence, only a handful of white roses, revealing some vibrant beauty.

The tall figure standing in front of the grave for a long time, with a handsome silhouette, was lined with a black coat that became more solemn and lonely.

There were crows in the distance, harsh and noisy, which made Xie Yi's heart startled for no reason, and after returning to his senses, he felt a little trance.

He didn't know why, after coming out of the clubhouse, he would leave Zhao Dongyuan and drive here alone.

Xie Yi leaned forward and gently stroked the photo on the tombstone, such bright and flamboyant eyebrows and eyes stopped forever in time and will never change.

The red face and dry bones, all the elegance and elegance are peerless, and finally they all become ashes in the altar and mud under the soil.

A light rain gradually drifted on the hillside, and the corners of the man's eyes and eyebrows were stained with dampness, and his eyes were also wet.

After a long time, he closed his eyes gently, and when he opened them again, he was only left with a cold and calm atmosphere.

From now on, there is probably no one who can make his eyes moist and make his cold heart collapse into softness.

"There are beauties, and you will never forget them."

Black handwriting, few words, a delicate little card inserted in a bouquet of white roses, revealing the traces of remembrance and being too late.

A clump of pines and cypresses behind the cemetery walked out of a delicate figure, looking at the figure of the man walking away in the misty rain and fog, she frowned slightly.

"Xie Yi?"

The girl's facial features are exquisite, her straight hair is pinned behind her ears, her makeup is very light, she looks indifferent, and she looks a little arrogant.

It's just that this arrogance, when looking at the photos on the tombstone, is like a swan lowering its neck, with a bit of sluggish sadness.

She didn't move the flowers and cards that the man put down, but silently put down a pot of green plants in her arms, and dug a small pit in the ground next to the tombstone with her bare hands.

Carefully transplanted the small saplings in the pot into the pit, and when they were finished, the girl was soaked with mud all over her hands, but her expression was a little proud.

"Don't you always say that you are a phoenix, this is a sycamore sapling, how about it, am I very smart?"

Looking at the smiling person in the photo, she squatted like an obedient little girl.

On his arrogant face, his eyes were slightly red, but he didn't cry easily.

In fact, Gu Xi once said the original words: The phoenix in distress is not as good as a chicken, but no matter how miserable the phoenix is, it is definitely better than a chicken!

And now Gu Xi is a real phoenix nirvana, reborn from the ashes.

The joke in the past turned out to be a prophecy.

The rain became heavier and heavier, but the people squatting in front of the cemetery still did not leave, nor did they find a place to shelter from the rain.

"You said that as long as you get out of there, everyone can live a new life."

The girl's voice was calm, and her expression was a little stubborn and stubborn: "After so many years, we have done it, why can't you?" ”

"Obviously ....."

The girl's voice gradually became quieter, her rain-soaked hair slid down, and her expression was a little panicked:

"Obviously, it was you, it was you, who fled with us without hesitation!"

Raising his hand slightly, he let the yellow mud between his fingers be washed away, as if washing away a dark gray past.

"Isn't everything we did in the beginning to live, but you have to choose to leave in this way."

After that, he smiled again: "Also, you are never afraid of death." ”

The raindrops on the long eyelashes, between the girl's lowered eyes, all fell into the eye sockets, bringing a touch of astringency.

"I recently wrote a new song, it's a genre you like, can I sing it to you?"

The melodious chanting voice gradually came from this lonely cemetery, and the lyrics could not be heard clearly, but it was like a hymn of sleep before going to bed, quiet and pure.

After singing, she gently poked the leaves of the little sapling, and the girl snorted softly:

"Don't say anything unpleasant, or I won't come to see you in the future!"

I have long forgotten that Gu Xi, who boasted that he was the life of a phoenix, was busy playing a role to rescue the economic crisis, and naturally I didn't know that thousands of miles away, someone sent a bouquet of white roses, and someone planted a sycamore seedling.

Even if she knows, she will probably only snort twice and say, "Hypocrisy." ”