"The flower language of the purple hyacinth is 'please forgive me', what does he mean by sending this flower?" I asked, confused.

The wind also thinks it is strange, usually the flowers that come to pay tribute to the dead are chrysanthemums and white flowers, so why don't you send hyacinths.

He asked, "Do you remember any friends your uncle and aunt used to have?" ”

I recalled: "No, I don't remember too much. ”

They died when I was too young, and I don't remember them much.

"There should be some reason why he doesn't meet you, I'll pay attention to him next time I meet him."

"Thank you." I thank the wind.

After visiting my father and mother, we went to a nearby café, which we used to go to every year.

As soon as the door opened, there were only one or two people inside, drinking coffee and reading books.

After four years, the interior decoration has not changed, and it is still a simple industrial style.

Suddenly, a woman came out of the kitchen, it was the boss.

As soon as the boss saw us, he shouted enthusiastically: "Eh~ I haven't seen you for a long time!" Well? What about Sister Xuan Yao? ”

I smiled awkwardly, "Uh... Didn't come today. Boss, I want a cup of cabu and iced Americano! ”

We sat down and were silent.

After a while, the owner put the coffee on our table and sat down.

The boss is a young sister, we all call her Sister Hong, she is about twenty years old and thirty, she never tells us.

We used to talk to us when we came, and we've known each other for years.

Sister Hong opened this café because her dead husband was in the nearby cemetery, and she wanted to be closer to him.

She propped her head on her hand and looked at us puzzled: "Aren't you good friends?" Why is it so quiet? ”

Feng immediately retorted: "Tsk, who is friends with this guy." ”

I smiled faintly: "Something happened..."

Sister Hong looked at the reactions of the two of us and squinted at us: "Is it related to Xuan Yao?" ”

I laughed dryly, sister, can you not be so accurate...

Seeing that we didn't reply, she continued to say by herself: "In the past, it was all Xuan Yao who was talking about it, and you two dry wood will only quarrel, tsk! ”

"Xuan Yao, ......"

Just as Sister Hong hadn't finished speaking, Feng stood up.

I pulled the wind's sleeve: "Luo Shaofeng, what are you going to do." ”

He didn't say anything, but walked straight in the direction of the door and went out.

I apologized to Sister Hong and chased after her.

I shouted to the wind as I ran, "Luo Shaofeng! Wait for me! ”

The wind stopped, turned to look at me, his eyes were full of sadness: "You can still listen to Lu Xuanyao's name calmly!" Mo Liyan, have you forgotten who killed her? ”

"Don't you feel a little guilty?"

"Count me begging you, if you still have the slightest sense of guilt, don't mention her name again!"

I'm stunned, guilty? I don't feel guilty?

What is it that weighs me down every day and makes me breathless?

I looked at the wind, I didn't know what to say, Xuan's departure was the biggest blow to us.

The wind turned away, but I stayed where I was for a long time.

Yes, it was I who killed Xuan, killed Feng's lover, and killed my best friend.

What right do I have to mention her?

Who am I to talk to about her?

I was the sinner who killed her...