This shout became more and more urgent, as if it echoed in the forest for a while: "Xiaofeng, Xiaofeng......"

There are no people in the woods, and there are no paths, as if they were rarely visited.

Feng Feng couldn't discern the direction, he just ran in the direction of the sound, thinking in his heart, "Ye Jia, I'm here to ......" but he couldn't shout, the voice slid past his mouth, and was drowned out by the running wind.

It was an unusually strange summer, early in the morning, the cool breeze against the tide, there was a sound that seemed to be nothing, finally, Feng Feng was tired of running, the wind was still the wind, the trees were still trees, everything was quiet, there was no sound, there was no Ye Jia, everything was an illusion.

She leaned against an unknown broad-leaved tree, gasping for breath, her chest clogged, as if she couldn't get her breath back, and was about to fall.

After a while, she came back to her senses, thinking to herself, she has been hallucinating seriously recently, and she always appears in a trance with Ye Jia.

The cool breeze against it, if there is no sound, finally, everything is quiet, there is no sound, there is no Ye Jia, the person who is on the verge of death, he has not been able to see the most stone side of the person he remembers, he is always unwilling, and he does not look at death.

I can't even see Ye Jia for the last time.

At this moment, his goodness, his badness, his smiling face, his warmth, and even his occasional cold war and indifference...... All of this has turned into a deep nostalgia.

She somehow remembered Lin Jiani, Miss Liang, and the video that the big mask had shown her, in the videotape, Ye Jia and a graceful lady talked and laughed intimately, and of course, Mrs. Ye!

She suddenly panicked in her heart, she died, Ye Jia will slowly fall in love with other women, marry other women as wives, and only think of herself very occasionally, maybe only faintly.

People always think that they will miss their first love for the rest of their lives, but when time passes, they have a wife or husband, children, grandchildren...... A family, happy, who will remember the first love?

People are always buried with his (her) wife or husband, not with their first love, the so-called birth is not food, death is different, how can there be eternal love in the world?

I thought that I had already let go and everything had been let go, but the person I loved for the first time was always a tattoo on the chest, a mark for a lifetime, at this time, I suddenly hated, spat on the grass angrily, and murmured: "Ye Jia, I hope that after I die, you will not live happily, not happy at all......"

A gust of wind rose, and a large leaf fell on her head, down her cheek, and not far away, a stereotyped face stared at her carefully, watching her bow her head and shed tears, a tear just dropped on the leaf, and when the wind blew, the leaves and tears flew up.

She didn't realize that someone was watching her, and it took a while to look up, and she felt that her legs were so weak that she couldn't move.

She walked back slowly, and when she passed by the stereotyped face, she didn't even look at him more, and suddenly remembered the pot of black fake flowers, and went over to look at it again.

Because the woods are damp and dark, this pot of flowers is not very eye-catching, but when I got closer, I found that this flower is very strange, the rhizomes and leaves are almost all black, but the maintenance of the flower pot is white marble, the petals are single-layered, like a variant of the sun chrysanthemum, and there are dewdrops rolling on it, translucent black and crystal water, which looks particularly clear.