A month later, Zhang Jing's body has entered the process of recovery. Lin Shuang's body and mind seem to have regained their calm, and they have completely returned to the track of life a long time ago.

Just like when Lin Shuang first came to Yangcheng, the appearance of the city still hasn't changed. The sky above is still so high and blue, and the buildings on the ground are still dotted like a labyrinth. When Lin Shuang first came here, he had nothing and no distractions. Now, Lin Shuang is no longer alone, she has Ouyang Lie. Ouyang Lie arranged everything for her and controlled all her affairs. No matter how big or small, no matter how detailed.

As long as Lin Shuang learns to be obedient, Ouyang Lie can give her everything. For a woman, isn't such a life a kind of happiness? But Lin Shuang's heart is often empty and uncomfortable, and she can't feel the taste of happiness. If we can't feel joy, can such a life be called happiness, no matter how much we have materially? If the other person can't give you your own space, can't allow you to embrace freedom, even if the other person is emotionally dedicated to you, is such a lover an ideal partner?

Lin Shuang's heart often thinks of Luobei's appearance. In everyone's love world, do there are two roses blooming, they are red roses and white roses? If you're lucky enough to have a white rose, you'll be thinking about that red rose day and night. If you are lucky enough to have a red rose, then you will spend your life remembering that white rose. Because you can't get it, it's so beautiful.

No matter how entangled Lin Shuang's heart is, life is still gradual according to the original order, and it has never been stagnant because of personal preferences. The laughter and sorrow of the past have gone with the wind. The years pass, burying all the past in the world, leaving no trace. Only those scars in my heart, soberly crying and wandering. I know that I can't change everything, but it's still hard to be willing. Hiding in no one's place, quietly dreaming of escaping, comforting his heart a little in the unreal.

It's only because the love in the past was so beautiful that all the emotions in my heart have been emptied, and today it seems so confused. I don't know how to face the person in front of me, the person who gives me warmth and love. As long as you live, you must continue. As long as life goes on, you have to endure what is imposed on you. The biggest loss is not the loss of love, but the helplessness of being involuntarily. The most painful grief is not not not not gained, but gained and lost.

Watching the love in the palm of his hand, he inexorably moved away from himself until it disappeared without a trace. That deep despair penetrates deep into the bone marrow, making you unable to survive or die. Death, it's simple. Alive, but hard. Therefore, those who live are the brave, and those who die are cowards who are not worth mentioning. Lin Shuang sometimes envies those cowards who run away from life, and she has also thought about escaping. But in the end, she chose to live. I don't know if she didn't love enough in the past, or if she loved herself more than the other person?

Lin Shuang took Ouyang Lie back to his hometown and returned to his parents.

Lin Shuang's parents took a fancy to Ouyang Lie at a glance. They thought that Lin Shuang's ability to meet Ouyang Lie was the greatest blessing in Lin Shuang's life. Ouyang Lie wants the wind to be windy, to be rainy, to treat Lin Shuang single-mindedly, and to treat him as a treasure. All this was seen by Lin Shuang's parents, who looked at the wishful son-in-law in front of them, and the corners of their eyes and eyebrows were smiling. Lin Shuang had a smile on her face, but her heart was sad and desolate. She really wanted to wander alone, but she couldn't let go of the bonds of her parents and family.

One afternoon, my parents went to rest in their bedroom. Ouyang Lie also lay in Lin Shuang's room and fell asleep in a daze. Lin Shuang quietly put on her coat and tiptoed into the courtyard. She pushed her bicycle, opened the courtyard gate, and rode alone along a deserted path. Lin Shuang rode for a long time, passing through patches of fields, passing through frozen rivers, and coming to the foot of a small mountain.

Lin Shuang put the bicycle down on the side of the road and climbed towards the top of the mountain alone. She climbed halfway up the mountain, and a tombstone was reflected in front of her. The trees in the cemetery were all yellow, and their branches were shivering in the cold wind. The sound of the wind whistling in the gaps between the tombstones was like a wail, which was heartbreaking. Lin Shuang put her hand in her coat pocket and walked alone in the open space in front of the tombstone. Finally, she stopped in front of a lonely tombstone.

The tombstone standing in front of Lin Shuang's eyes is the place where Luobei is staying. That year, Luobei's virtual age was only 19 years old, and the first year was only 18 years old. It was the same age as a flower, but Luo Bei became a deserter of life, leaving Lin Shuang alone in the world. Although all this was caused by Lin Shuang, Luobei's resolute ruthlessness at that time also made Lin Shuang's teeth cold.

If Lin Shuang was not so willful and paranoid at that time, and Luo Bei was not so arbitrary, would the tragedy not be staged? It turns out that young people don't know love. By the time they learn how to love years later, life is already a mess.

Lin Shuang was in tears in the wind, crying silently, unable to help herself. In the past, she would dream of Luobei every night, but now she has never dreamed of Luobei again. Sure enough, it's the yin edge, and it's so thorough and crisp. Lin Shuang looked at the tombstone in front of her with blurred tears and slowly knelt down.

Lin Shuang stretched out her hand and trembled to stroke the name of Luobei engraved on the tombstone. Luobei's young face suddenly appeared in front of him. Some people's faces can withstand the washing of time, and no matter how time passes, they will not change the beauty of time.

The years are quiet, and the past is like this. Lin Shuang took out a bunch of keys and opened a small pair of scissors that were connected to the keys. She raised her left hand and grabbed a lock of black hair, her eyes staring directly at Luobei's grave, and tears flowed silently. She quickly opened the small pair of scissors between the thumb and index finger of her right hand, and heard a click, and the lock of hair she held in her left hand fell in response.

Lin Shuang stuffed the long hair she had cut off into a sachet embroidered with red silk thread that she had brought with her. Then, with all her hands, she struggled to dig a small hole in the corner of Luobei's grave and buried the sachet with her hair in it.

Luobei, I wonder when I will come to see you next time? You must take care of yourself, take care of yourself, and remember to come to my dreams often. Lin Shuang muttered to herself, adding new soil to Luobei's grave. The sorrow in Lin Shuang's heart gathered more and more, like a mass of black ink that was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved. She lay down in front of Luobei's tombstone, weeping and crying for a long time, but the pain in her heart was still not alleviated.

In the dark, Lin Shuang suddenly heard a voice saying to her: Lin Shuang, it's cold, go back quickly. Lin Shuang raised her head in surprise, this was clearly Luo Bei's voice, but she looked around in a daze, but she didn't see Luo Bei's figure.

Luobei, if you don't show up right away, I'll die in front of your grave immediately. After Lin Shuang finished speaking word by word, he slashed the blade of the small scissors towards his wrist.

On the soil next to Luobei's tombstone, a gurgling of red blood suddenly dripped down. Luobei, you ended yourself in this way when you were young, it must have hurt, right? But why don't I feel a little pain now? Instead, I felt a sense of clarity in my heart.

Lin Shuang closed her eyes slightly, letting the blood flowing from her wrists drip down, and a relief and happiness appeared on her face. Luobei, can I be with you forever? Does that give me peace of mind and prove that I love you more than I love myself?

Lin Shuang's spirit gradually became erratic. She felt that she could finally let go of all worries and fly freely like a butterfly in the wind. She felt a sense of abundance and happiness that she had never felt before, and her face was full of the innocent and beautiful smile she had when she was young. Just as she closed her eyes, as if she was flying in the wind, she was suddenly swept up by a huge force and soared into the air.

Lin Shuang opened her teary eyes vigorously and saw that Ouyang Lie was actually in front of her. How is this possible? How could he be everywhere?

Ouyang Lie glared at Lin Shuang angrily, took out a white handkerchief and tightly strangled Lin Shuang's injured wrist. Lin Shuang, if you want to find death, just tell me, you don't need to work so hard to do it yourself! It seems that I really spoil you too much and spoil you! Ouyang Lie said viciously, holding Lin Shuang and running desperately down the mountain.