One day in September, Ji Ran booked a plane ticket online: "If you want to go to Santorini to get married, now you have to find a wedding company to plan, I will book a plane ticket, and we will take a leave of absence in October and we will go to Greece." ”

I was reading a book and answered casually, when suddenly he said, "Is this director the stage director you went to see last time?" ”

I leaned over, it was a news pop-up, paparazzi secretly filmed, saying that the well-known stage director Zhang Yong'an was found by a reporter visiting a bookstore a few days ago, which is not surprising, but strangely enough, he suddenly cried in the bookstore.

"What's going on?" Ji Ran muttered.

I didn't answer him, I just turned away.

I know, how could I not know, I was standing next to him at that time, I saw him casually pull out a book on the tool shelf, that book was exactly He Jialan's book, I saw his hand pause, open the title page, and then suddenly squatted down with his mouth covered, behind the bookshelf, in this cold space with only me and him, suppressed tears for half an hour.

On the title page of that book, the author's name, the three words He Jialan, are framed in black, indicating the author's death.

###篇十四: We're married

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