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Wang Ziqing looked through Guo Ming's recent situation, mainly about his space, Guo Ming seemed to update and talk about it frequently, but it was almost all landscapes, and there were very few photos of him and her.The most recent one is that one.

So handsome, even more handsome than in high school.Wang Ziqing thought in his heart.Guo Ming didn't use a beauty camera, his photos are very real, he is handsome, and she is also beautiful.

"Next week, I'll go see him." Wang Ziqing trembled again like an electric shock, this time a little bigger, and he repeated, "See him."

This time he shook harder, but he repeated it over and over again; eventually, he fell out of his chair.

"I'll see you next week, Guo Ming." This time he didn't shake anymore, Wang Ziqing finally smiled happily, and said with relief, "That's great."

Slowly turning off the computer, it was already three o'clock, Wang Ziqing numbly looked at the clock in the living room, and walked into the bedroom.

Wang Ziqing's house is relatively large, but it doesn't have a large area, but it looks very large, because the furniture is pitifully small.The clock in the living room is very loud. If you don't close the door, you will hear its monotonous sound when you lie on the bed, which is very uncomfortable.

Wang Ziqing returned to the bedroom. There was a bed in the bedroom. The sheets were very ordinary stripes, and the things on the bed were neatly packed like those in a hotel. There was a wardrobe next to it, dark black, like a black hole.Wang Ziqing opened the closet and found a black suit. The black suit was in a beautiful box. Wang Ziqing spread it on the bed and looked at it.

Fortunately, I can still wear it.Wang Ziqing took off his clothes and put it on on his body. There was no fitting mirror at home. Wang Ziqing had to go to the bathroom to look in the mirror, and his lower body could not be seen.

The white light above made him even paler, like a patient who had been ill for a long time.Wearing this outfit, Wang Ziqing even felt that he would be carried into the crematorium and cremated into ashes in the next second.

Wear this to attend Guo Ming's wedding?Will it really not be misunderstood?Wang Ziqing rarely mocked himself.I look like I'm going to a funeral.

His wedding is his funeral.

go.Wang Ziqing said to himself, as if to encourage himself.Do you really plan to never see him in this life?He thinks he can't do it.

In fact, this suit was custom-made. Wang Ziqing himself forgot that it was a high-end suit that he spent all his savings a few years ago wearing old clothes and went to a suit shop to ask someone to order it. This suit was really designed for funerals. style.The waiters at that time thought it was a mental illness. If you have money to come here to make suits, why don't you put the money in the life of a dead relative or friend?

"It's so beautiful." Wang Ziqing said to himself.

He remembered that Guo Ming wore a white suit at the wedding.Wang Ziqing suddenly felt that he wished the suit was white so that they could wear suits of the same color to the wedding, but it was a pity that one was in front of the stage and the other was in the audience.

After taking off the suit, Wang Ziqing's pale body was exposed to the air. There were a few light-colored scars on his abdomen and chest. He had almost no flesh and even his ribs were obvious.

When everything was packed, Wang Ziqing buried himself in the bed. His bed was very soft, and Wang Ziqing curled up and slowly fell asleep.

He had a dream, dreaming that one afternoon, he went out with Guo Ming, and in a certain park, Guo Ming bought him an ice cream.

He licked it, and Guo Ming also licked it.

He took a bite, and Guo Ming took a bite too.

After he finished eating, Guo Ming secretly kissed Mozi on the side of his mouth.

Fortunately no one saw it.

He laughed, and Guo Ming laughed too.

There was a song on the old man's radio in the distance, "Sweet Honey", they heard it, and looked at each other.

"You smile sweetly." Guo Ming laughed at him

"It seems that the flowers are blooming in the spring breeze~~" he learned to sing.

The days at that time were really as sweet as honey, and the smiles at that time were as unrestrained as a hundred flowers blooming in the spring breeze.

Wang Ziqing thought, if he wanted to die in this dream, even if no one knew that he was dead, even he would rather no one knew that he had existed, that would be great.

In the morning, Wang Ziqing woke up leisurely with some pain in his stomach.He got up, brushed his teeth and washed his face, took out a piece of bread from the refrigerator, boiled some water and mixed it with honey—a breakfast.

It's 10:30.Wang Ziqing looked at his watch, went back to the bedroom and took out another set of clothes from the closet, a white top and a pair of jeans.He looked at the jeans, put them back, and took out a pair of black shorts.

He went downstairs, downstairs was the main road, and stopped a taxi.The place name was "that cemetery on the outskirts of the city".

Wang Ziqing didn't remember the name of the cemetery, but only remembered that it was on the outskirts of the city. Fortunately, the driver knew, because there was only one cemetery on the outskirts of the city.

There was a flower shop at the entrance of the cemetery, and there were not many people there. He glanced at the flower shop and bought a bunch of birds of paradise.The florist took a look at him when he was checking out.

"Are you going to visit the grave?" the florist asked

"Look at a friend, he's been dead for a month." Wang Ziqing replied calmly.

"This flower is not suitable for going to the grave at this time, and the flower language is wrong." The florist told him. "The flower language of bird of paradise is freedom, happiness, unrestrained and auspicious."

A smile appeared on Wang Ziqing's somewhat stiff face, with a pair of small dimples on his cheeks. He said, "It suits him very well."

A handsome and handsome man dressed for love.Wang Ziqing thought of another flower language, and felt that this one was perfect.

The flower shop owner looked at him again and said nothing.

Wang Ziqing took the "misfit" bird of paradise and entered the cemetery.He walked aimlessly, he had never been here before, and he had a vague impression of where the person he was going to worship was.

After going around and going around, he finally caught him. There were still some people standing in front of the tomb, and Wang Ziqing recognized some of them who should be the family members of the people in the tomb.Wang Ziqing had seen them a long time ago.

"Hello." Wang Ziqing said to a person.He took a look at the tombstone - Zhang Jinzhi's tomb.

Zhang Jin, a very common name, a very common man, and a very common tombstone.

"Are you?" His family asked, obviously they had no impression of Wang Ziqing.

Wang Ziqing put the bird of paradise in front of the tombstone, and smiled comfortingly at the tombstone.Said: "We were sick friends before, let me come and see him."

Patient?

Someone understood something, and looked at Wang Ziqing with a strange look, a little contemptuous.

Wang Ziqing didn't say anything, but stepped aside and stood until Zhang Jin's relatives left. He was sweating from standing before he finally walked back to the tombstone.

"Do you think they are..."

"What are you talking about in front of people?!"

Wang Ziqing glanced at them and said nothing.After they finished walking, Wang Ziqing turned his attention to the tombstone.

"Brother Zhang Jin." Wang Ziqing called out, "According to your last words, I came to see you. Do you like the bird of paradise I gave you?"

When the wind blew, Wang Ziqing felt a bit of coolness, but the wind stopped soon.

It's almost twelve noon now, how can there be wind?You are dead, who can expect to remember you?

This position is very good, it reminded him of the time in that ward, when the two of them knew each other best, there was a person who seemed to never wake up between them.Wang Ziqing looked to the side, and there happened to be an empty seat next to Zhang Jin.