Putting on a white shirt and a black suit that his father used to wear, Ren Zihua's handsome and immature face in front of the mirror looked much more serious.

At breakfast, her mother told her that Wan'er would go back last night, and asked him to thank the girl for taking care of her two days ago. Thinking of the remnant sword standing by the wall of his bedroom at this moment, Ren Zihua knew that Wan'er was inside.

As I went out, a light rain fell from the sky, washing away the irritating heat on the ground. Holding an umbrella and walking on the crowded streets, the raindrops that slipped between the umbrellas inevitably dripped from Ren Zihua's eyes. I don't know how long it was since I last walked down a wet street like this.

didn't bring the remnant sword, and Wan'er really didn't follow. When Ren Zihua walked into the subway, he realized that he had been out of the house for some distance. The subway in the morning rush hour was crowded as usual, and the neatly ironed suit had been squeezed out of the folds when I got off the station.

The closer I got to my destination, the more hesitant I became, and finally I even had the idea of going home.

Thinking about it, this is the first time I have come to a place like a funeral home.

He walked lightly into the door of the funeral home, looking helpless, as if it was not someone else who was going to be buried next, but himself.

When he came to the mourning hall, the scene in front of him was more uncomfortable than he imagined, relatives hugged and comforted each other, and cried to each other, as did Li Qin's classmates and friends, everyone was doing the same thing, and everyone showed their sadness unscrupulously. In the center of the hall is a photograph of Li Qin's seventeenth birthday, surrounded by wreaths.

An Ran saw Ren Zihua coming, and immediately came over to greet him, but after only a moment of greeting, Ren Zihua said that he wanted to stay alone, and then he walked to the black coffin where Li Qin would stay for a long time.

Li Qin, who was wearing light makeup, looked as beautiful and moving as when she was still alive.

Li Qin's mother Ren Zihua knew her, and the almost forty-year-old female teacher had now cried with the makeup on her face, she recognized Ren Zihua standing next to the coffin, and walked quickly to him.

"You're Li Qin's junior high school classmate Ren Zihua, right? This kid used to tell me about you, and once when she picked her up from school, she pointed you out to me. The tear stains on the woman's face made people feel distressed when they saw it.

"I'm Ren Zihua, hello Auntie." He didn't notice that his eyes looking at Li Qin's mother unconsciously dodged, "Li Qin has often mentioned you to me before, and she also told me that you are the person who loves her the most in the world." ”

"That kid loves to say these nice things to please me." The sobbing sound in the room made the woman's words sound like crying, even if she said this with a forced smile on her face, "Auntie is very grateful to you classmates for coming today, really, Li Qin should be happy to know over there." ”

Ren Zihua stood silently on the side, feeling unusually bitter in his heart.

"Obviously, the day before yesterday I just crossed the most important hurdle in my life, how could this happen......"

Li Qin's father saw that his wife was crying uncontrollably, so he came over and hugged her tightly in his arms. The words of comfort lingered on Ren Zihua's lips for a long time, but in the end, he still failed to take that step towards the two people in front of him, and the picture of Li Qin being pierced through the chest by the magic sword resurfaced in his mind again, and he left the overdepressed mourning hall as if fleeing for his life, and vomited in the corridor.

The memorial service officially began, and the hall resounded with mourning music and more piercing cries, and the head teacher of Li Qin High School then gave a eulogy, and then Li Qin's mother intermittently read the words prepared before to bid farewell to her daughter in a hoarse voice. When visiting the body, Ren Zihua did not go, and when it came to the moment when he began to nail the coffin, he knew that he could not stay any longer, and left the funeral home without saying hello to anyone.

As soon as he went out of the gate of the funeral home, he saw Liu Luo. The boy closed his eyes and was praying for someone.

He knew why Liu Luo was reluctant to go in, the thin air inside was too easy to suffocate.

The rain was still falling, and Liu Luo was already drenched, and his hair was lying on his head.

Ren Zihua walked over and held up an umbrella for him, and the two stayed in the heavy rain curtain for an unknown amount of time.