On the day Fu Yunshen passed away, the sky was rainy.

There were old friends and children and grandchildren in the ward. After I had explained to the children, Shi Mu was left alone.

Shimu is old, with gray hair and wrinkles on his face, but his eyes are as clear as when he was young.

The human is about to die, and the light will come back to light. Fu Yunshen, who was like a dead leaf, instantly refreshed when he saw Shimu's face, his eyes burning, and a smile on his dry lips.

"I knit ten scarves for you, you can change one every year, that's enough."

Shi Mu sneered: "I am now 75. You knit so much, I'm not blessed to lose weight."

Fu Yun closed his eyes deeply, his throat was uncomfortable, and he could not get up or down.

After taking a few breaths, Fu Yunshen caught a glimpse of a black air in the distance, as if someone had come to pick him up.

He stretched out his hand, that hand was no longer young, thin, with black fingertips, Shimu reached out and held it back, and he suddenly squeezed it.

When she was in a daze, she suddenly remembered that when she was young, Fu Yunshen was pulling her tightly, as if he was involved in the whole world. He took her through the warm spring and winter snow, unknowingly, both of them were already there. He was old, unknowingly... he was going.

"Wife..." He lowered his voice.

Shi Mu put his ear to it.

Fu Yunshen slowly and slowly uttered a discontinuous syllable: "I have been unable to figure out, where did you come from? I haven't asked, and don't care, but I want to hear you tell me, in this life, where are you? Do you regret being with me afterwards?"

He is not a fool.

No one will show up for no reason, and treat you well for no reason.

He said to Shi Mu that he liked it all his life and talked about his love all his life, but at the end, he wanted to hear her say the answer in person.

Shi Mu's lips whispered and opened his mouth. After only one word, his hand broke away from his palm, and his closed eyes never opened.

Fu Yunshen's funeral was simple, and the cemetery was quiet.

On the day of the burial, after seeing off the guests, Shimu stood alone in front of his tombstone.

The autumn wind swept the fallen leaves, and the sky was slightly cold.

Shichen came from behind, wrapped her scarf tightly, supported her arm, bent over and whispered quietly; "Mom, let's go back."

Shi Mu nodded.

Her legs and feet are not very good, every time she walks, her kneecap is acupuncture painful, she is always careful of her mother and walks slowly.

She was about to leave the cemetery, but Shimu didn't want to leave, and sat down stubbornly on the steps. Shimu was afraid of her cold, took off her coat and placed it on the stone, Shimu leaned on his son's generous shoulder, confused.

"Mom, do you love Dad forever?"

Shi Mu's eyelashes trembled: "Love, I still have the few from when your father and I first met..."

Shi Chen looked shocked: "What did you say?"

Shi Mu sighed, "It's nothing." Now the children are just ignorant and make a fuss.

Shichen glanced at her: "Dad loves you very much. When I was seriously ill, I didn't forget to run home from the hospital to celebrate your birthday. When I was young, I always felt that I and time were unnecessary. Now Dad is gone..." Shichen bites Clenching his teeth, the choking sound still poured out from his throat.

Shi Mu squinted at his son. He looked surprisingly similar to Fu Yunshen. Staring at this face, Shi Mu thought of Fu Yunshen’s appearance when he was young, his eyes trembled, and his heart suddenly began to hurt. The pain was like a poisonous invasion. She frantically swallowed the blood and flesh of her heart. After she finished smoking, the pain began to split between her limbs.

"Chen'er, you leave mom alone for a while."

Shi Chen looked at her, got up and went to the back of the tree not far away.

She was sitting on the steps, the figure of autumn leaves falling down thin and lonely.

Shimu pulled the red scarf around her neck tightly. This was knitted by Fu Yunshen before his death. In the middle of the night, he was knitting a scarf in the hospital without sleep, always in exchange for teasing by other patients.

Does she love Fu Yunshen?

She had already answered this question, and spent her entire life.

When Shi Mu closed his eyes and was drowsy, a familiar voice resounded.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host Shimu for completing the main task-to accompany Fu Yunshen to the old age, to give Fu Yunshen a home, the task is completed, you can choose the reward. ]

Shimu was in a daze: [Are you still there? ]

The system's voice is calm and unwavering; [Of course, host, I will be with you. ]

Shi Mu lazily leaned against the railing: [You never showed up, I thought you rolled away early. ]

System: [Everything you have done for Fu Yunshen has complied with your own heart. The system can no longer contain you. Now you can choose your wishes. One: Return to reality and revenge. Two: other. No matter what you choose, the system will do what you want. ]

revenge?

Shi Mu had lived a lifetime, had already seen through the world, and had an open-minded mind. She even forgot the face of her last life.

All this is really like a dream.

Shi Mu couldn't help but stroked the warm scarf around her neck, and Fu Yunshen's breath still remained on it.

"I want to... make an appointment with Fu Yunshen for the next life."

This life is too short to meet in the next life.

In the next life, they will still look like teenagers, and they want to greet him when they meet him: "Hello, Fu Yunshen."

[Wish is established, host, no see. ]

The author has something to say: it's over!

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