Seeing her smile, Feng Hongyin tried to stretch his lips, but the corners of his lips seemed to freeze. No matter how hard he tried, only tears fell.

He buried his face on her neck and cried.

Can't go back anymore.

From that day on, her rejection of him seemed to be less.

Feng Hongyin is like teaching a child, slowly speaking, learning Chinese, and reading.

She was ignorant, and finally learned to write her name after more than half a month.

On the day she would write her name, she smiled brightly, turned her head, and pointed at him.

your name.

Feng Hongyin's Adam's apple moved slightly and opened his mouth, but in the end he couldn't say it.

He couldn't say the name that brought her a lifetime of hardship.

From spring to summer, when she was crazy, she was less and less, and she was able to say a few words intermittently.

But at the same time, her body also weakened a little bit.

No matter how many doctors Feng Hongyin had hired, and how many medicines she had given her, she gradually withered like a flower that was about to bloom.

With one month left, Feng Hongyin took her out of the capital.

They walked in the mountains and villages, climbed mountains and watched the water, like countless couples traveling together.

She was able to follow him slowly, but later she fell asleep often and her body became thinner and thinner.

Feng Hongyin carried her on his back, stepping across the Qingfeng stream step by step, talking to her gently.

She became more and more silent.

Sometimes Feng Hongyin felt that she had remembered something, and sometimes looked at her pupils, and felt that she was still a dust-free child.

The sun was scorching fiercely, and Feng Hongyin was walking on the bridge with her on his back.

No one has been here for a long time, and the bridge is covered with moss.

Feng Hongyin slipped and fell to the ground.

He hugged her into his arms in a panic, only to realize that the wound on her body healed a long time ago had opened at some point.

Those wounds were already scarred, but at this time a bright red hole was opened.

"Yunmei..." Feng Hongyin shook his hands, trying to pick her up.

She spit out a mouthful of blood.

There was ignorance in those eyes, and a complicated look that Feng Hongyin couldn't see through.

Feng Hongyin settled his mind: "Don't be afraid, I will take you to the doctor now, it's okay, you won't be okay..."

The person in his arms stretched out his hand.

The tiny wounds on those hands had also been opened, and large drops of blood leaked from the fingertips.

She stretched out her hand and gently traced his outline with her fingertips.

Feng Hongyin looked at her, tears falling.

The person in his arms smiled softly, a little like her at the beginning and a little like her now.

"You..." With blood on the corners of her lips, her voice was inaudible: "I remember what your name is..."

Feng Hongyin took a breath.

"Feng Hongyin..." Her hands dropped weakly, her eyes gradually clear: "I don't hate you anymore."

I hated you at the beginning, hate you never know how to respect me, hate you for taking everything from me.

But now, I don't hate you anymore.

Love, hatred, entanglement, grievances and entanglements are just like passing away.

I put it down.

Feng Hongyin's hand holding her stiffened, then slowly lowered his head, and cried out in a low whimper.

Tears mingled with the blood dripping down from her body, staining the moss on the bluestone steps red.

The shopkeeper of the bookstore has married a wife recently, with a smile on his face.

Soon after the bookstore opened the door, a guest arrived, and the smile on the shopkeeper's face became brighter. He grabbed a handful of wedding candy and stuffed it into his arms.

"I got my wife recently, and I am also happy for you."

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