cold flame

"Xiao Ran... this is the fruit your mother brought you. You love to eat it. You must not suffer yourself there. Whatever you want, you must entrust your dream to your mother... Mom hasn't dreamed of you for a long time. ...Do you miss us, Xiao Ran, mom misses you so much..."

With the support of Lin Mo and his mother-in-law, Lin's mother covered her face and wept bitterly. On the ground, there were items entrusted to miss her relatives, a CD of Lin Mo's solo, and golden tulips.Only two icy white candles were beating and burning, witnessing this embarrassing mourning scene relentlessly.

The girl on the tombstone has eyebrows and eyes similar to Lin Mo's, with a bright and bright smile, but it looks unreal because of the monotonous black and white. This unreachable feeling hit Lin Mo again, and he had to think over and over again, why ?Why was the person whose life was taken away his own sister.

Lin Ran is such a good and outstanding girl. She will successfully obtain a graduate degree from a prestigious school and have a bright future. She will also join hands with her beloved first love to run a family. She will also have a son and a half daughter to accompany her, leading an ordinary but satisfying life. A life that others envy.

Even every time her parents put forward any life plan for herself, she will definitely stand on her side and tell him, just do what she likes and thinks is right—she always supports herself unconditionally like this younger brother.

And this considerate, kind, gentle and beautiful sister has gone forever, and any trace of her past can only become a memory, which has become dark and bitter in infinite remembrance. There is a deep sense of powerlessness, which is the frustration and loss of having to succumb to the so-called fate.

Lin's father silently wiped the tears from his face, and only his mother was sobbing in grief. Lin Mo knew that she had suppressed the grief in her heart for a long time. In order not to arouse the heavy atmosphere in the family, she, who seemed weak, could only choose During the few days when I come to worship every year, I pour out my sorrow for the flesh and blood of my loved ones.

The cries were accompanied by intermittent confiding, these few words that seemed to be nothing more than commonplace to ordinary people, but at the moment they made the people present dejected, and when the time passed by every minute and every second, they realized that it was almost noon.

Lin's mother left with the support of Gao Wenxuan's mother. The black dress was wrinkled from kneeling and crying just now, and the hair that was well tied at the back of her head in the morning had been scattered and hung on the side of her pale face, unable to cover the red hair. Swollen eyes.

After walking out of the cemetery, Father Lin gradually calmed down, his face stained with tears showed the vicissitudes of life, but he still spoke calmly and invited Gao Wenxuan's parents to have dinner together.The two families were already extremely satisfied with their children's marriage, so from Gao Wenxuan and Lin Ran's love affair to the day they became husband and wife, they have always maintained a good in-law relationship.

What's more, since his daughter left, this young, promising, calm and steady son-in-law has helped the Lin family a lot, and he has tried his best not to treat himself as an outsider in the slightest.So much so that they always secretly lamented that their daughter found such a good son-in-law but had no luck, and at the same time rejoiced that the other party's character cultivation was indeed worth entrusting for a lifetime.

Gao Wenxuan's parents naturally agreed, because the daughter-in-law's death day, both of them had already asked for leave from their work units and made arrangements. Seeing the heartbroken appearance of their in-laws was also a source of grief. Besides, the chances of getting together every year are less than before, basically relying on Gao Wenxuan From it, the number of times we can sit down and talk about greetings is even more rare.

Originally it was suggested to go to the hotel for dinner, Gao Wenxuan saw that Lin's mother was in a state of despair, so he went home to have a light meal. Going back earlier can also allow Lin Mo's parents to adjust, and they don't have to be as rigid as they are when they go out.

Back home, Mother Lin washed her face, pulled her hair up again, put on her apron and went to work in the kitchen, and Mother Gao, who seldom cooks, also went in to help her in-laws.In the living room, the two fathers chatted with the three men, Gao Wenxuan.

As soon as Lin Mo got home, he went straight to his room, ignoring the coming and going of the elders. He just wanted to be alone in a place where no one was around, and he could continue to recall or just stay quietly. Staying in the chest, he sat at the desk and saw the piano placed on the side, and walked over involuntarily.

This has been his habit for many years, since when has he forgotten it.As long as his mood is complicated, Lin Mo will sit down and play different styles of music according to his own mood. He seems to act rebelliously and boldly, but in fact he is just tired of expressing himself, and spends more time in immersion In the ocean of music.

If it is expressed through the music flowing between fingers, it is better to talk to the familiar piano as a friend. He does not need other people to understand.

Looking back, he found the door was half open, Gao Wenxuan was leaning beside him, he seemed to have stood there for a while with a calm and composed look, and his voice was a bit hoarse, "Didn't I bother you?"

"No." Lin Mo Wuxin choked with him, trying to answer briefly.

"Mom let me come in and see you."

Only then did Lin Mo face him squarely, his eyes were slightly red, and he still said, "I'm fine, you can go."

Gao Wenxuan turned a deaf ear to him, stared at him for a while, and suddenly called him, "Momo."

Lin Mo asked with his eyes, but he didn't wait for the next words. Gao Wenxuan looked at him with deep meaning in his eyes, but finally turned into a calm smile, "It's nothing."

Without further questioning, when Lin Mo turned his head, he heard the other party whisper behind him, "The piece you played just now... I remember you practiced it many times before, and now I can still think of that time when I hear it."

With his fingers on the keyboard, Lin Mo, who was about to continue playing the next song, did not press the black and white keys for a long time. Gao Wenxuan's soft and deep words carried a certain force of recalling memories.

"Ah, it's raining, luckily I didn't go out." Lin Ran lay on her younger brother's bed, with a freshly unpacked novel in front of her, and the black hair scattered around her ears shook slightly as she spoke, Swipe across the pages of the book.

The rain in summer is always willful, and it comes as soon as it is said, with great momentum.The slanted ones were shot on the glass window, the air conditioner was turned on in the room, and the comfortable temperature made the girl squint her eyes to watch the rain outside for a while.

Gao Wenxuan, who was sitting in front of Lin Mo's desk, also put down the psychology professional book in his hand after hearing the sound, and looked up at the rainy scenery outside the window.Lin Mo quietly turned his gaze to him, curious and subconsciously attracted by that chiseled handsome face.

The two of them who were planning to go out on a date in the afternoon after dinner, stayed in Lin Mo's room to join in the fun because Gao Wenxuan changed his mind temporarily, under the pretense of supervising his younger brother's piano practice.

But this also happened to make Lin Mo, who was immersed in the boring practice, feel a little more joy and anticipation in his heart.

"It's good to be at home." Gao Wenxuan's gaze has returned to his book.

Lin Ran propped his chin with his hands, and said with a smile: "Yeah, I finally got the chance to read the novel I bought and haven't opened for half a year, but you, it's rare that you come to play during the summer vacation, and you are still reading professional books, no Are you bored?"

"It won't be boring, because you can still enjoy Momo's piano music." Gao Wenxuan looked at Lin Mo with a smile, "You play well, you've improved a lot."

Lin Mo pretended not to care and nodded. In fact, every time he felt the gaze of the other party on his back, the hands lingering on the keys seemed to become lighter. This feeling was both pleasant and secret.

"Of course, my brother is very talented. He will definitely be able to enter the most powerful conservatory next year, but I still hope that you can enter the local university, so that we can still meet each other every week, like now." Lin Ran's bright eyes He stared at his younger brother with a request.

"Well, if there are no accidents, I probably won't go to other places." Lin Mo said.

"That's good, it's great to have such a comfortable moment like now." After speaking, he turned over and lay on his back, holding the separated book in one hand and continuing to read.

The sound of raindrops fluttered loudly and loudly outside the window, and the three people in the room did not disturb each other. At this time, they listened quietly with a tacit understanding, as if they could also feel the summer breath of the rain nourishing the grass and trees outside.

Even without his sister's request, Lin Mo never thought of going to other places to study in university.Part of it is because of family members, and the other part is naturally that little selfishness.He didn't expect anything extravagantly, he just hoped that such a relaxing afternoon would be a little more, three people would be fine, and being a spectator from a distance would be enough.

He really felt that this was the best thing.