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If you are not old, you must be heartbroken.

An exquisite small house, with white lights and white silk, and paper money all over the ground on the short road, which will be scattered all over the sky when the wind blows.

"Which house is this, who is dead?" The people who got up early and went to the market gathered together, discussing noisyly and asking.

"Who knows, I haven't seen anyone since I moved here. They seem to be two old sisters."

"An old aunt who can't get married?"

……

While the crowd was talking, the door opened without warning. There was a man in white with a collar, his expression was indifferent, his face was faintly beautiful, but his hair was mottled and covered with frost, which was not in harmony with his face, as if it happened overnight.

Everyone didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, but that person never looked at anyone more, as indifferent as if he couldn't see anyone.

She walked slowly, and the coffin bearers followed her.

There were two other people who followed at the end, also with slightly frosted hair on their temples. They kept throwing paper money and looked sad.

Who is dead?No one knows except them, and no one dares to ask.

Yingxu slowed down her pace very slowly, regardless of the coffin bearer, she just wanted to walk slower.She thought, she was old and couldn't walk anymore, that's why she walked so slowly.

She walked very slowly, but it seemed that she arrived at the cemetery that had been chosen for her in an instant.

Obviously, I haven't been able to recall it well, keep it well, and hold the temperature of her hand at the end.

She can't look back, because she has never looked back all the way to lead her away.It seems that her life is also like this, and she can never turn back.Youth can't be kept, the time in the vague memory can't be kept, no matter what, it will leave quietly.

These ten years seem to have only passed one day, as if only one day has passed since they reconciled.

Looking at the newly dug up soil, with the moist and angry soil, she heard herself say: "Let it go." It was as if her soul was out of her body, and she was finally able to turn around, and she looked at all this with cold eyes.

Glancing at the coffin again, she numbly said, "Get down to the coffin."

Everyone was silent, struggling to bury the soil, crying tears, she was still indifferent, as if all this had nothing to do with her.

But, how could it be irrelevant.

She held her hand until it became completely cold, watched the light in those eyes go out, and stayed with her for the last night.

She still remembered the temperature, she didn't want to keep it, but felt that it was passing too fast, so fast that she couldn't feel it well, and it completely became as cold as stagnant water.

The only good thing is that she didn't feel anything, no sadness, nothing else.

It seems to be separated from this world, and the only connection with this world has been severed.

She doesn't like this world, not at all, and neither does the prosperity, she just resents it.

She felt the feeling of falling into the water again, this time even worse.

Watch them bury her completely.Now she thinks it can't be called 'she', because it's just a corrupt body, not Shen Yan, not her Shen Yan.

It's just a body, what's there to miss?

Seeing that they have erected a stele, nothing else is engraved, only the name of the place where it belongs.

She knew that what she wanted to return home was that when she went back, things would be different, even things would be moved, and people would be different.But knowing that there will be no more, I will definitely miss it, and even miss it even more.A wanderer is homeless, a wanderer is homesick.

But for some reason, she also knew that it was just a body, but she let them all leave, just wanting to stay here for a while longer.

Just for a moment.

He sat down directly on the ground, although it was a new tomb, he also brought some offerings.

She poured a full glass of wine and sprinkled it in front of the grave, and then poured another full glass until it overflowed, even onto her hand, but she still didn't care and drank it happily.

What are you respecting?she does not know.

"Finally get rid of you." She smiled.

I knew this day would come.

But it came too soon.

People who don't believe in God or Buddha quietly worshiped for thousands of days and nights, and then slowly waited for her to be incurable.Like a hopeless trap, you know it, but you have to jump into it, and then wait for the only salvation to go away.

She is just a widow.

Ning hates Canhui, Yi Junjun doesn't know.

I only hate the thin spring clothes when I am young.

The author has something to say:

The full text is over_(:з」∠)_Thank you little angels for your support all the way, I love you (づ￣3￣)づ

I don’t plan to write any more, so let’s finish it completely, but don’t worry, the main cp will also be buried together in the end

emmm If the little angels don't dislike it, they may open a modern chapter in the future (seems like they are dying again)

Ask for kisses, hugs, hold high~