double duty

Xin'an is rich in sweet-scented osmanthus, among which the late sweet-scented osmanthus is the best. At the beginning of winter, the sweet-scented osmanthus floods the streets and alleys.

Gu Zhi picked up an osmanthus fragrans that was broken down by passers-by and randomly thrown on the lawn. The rough branches rubbed against his palm. Gu Zhi sniffed lightly. He remembered that Zhao Shuyi also liked to hold the osmanthus branches and sit on the balcony, basking in the sun. Bright sunshine like today.

Following the memory, he walked back to the old house unknowingly. The smell of rot and smell took root in the land, but it was covered up by the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.

The neighbors who passed each other had a word of condolence in their mouths.

Gu Zhi was silent and didn't respond, he looked out from the window sill of the corridor, and couldn't help thinking, when Zhao Shuyi jumped down, did it hurt?

When he got home, there was still a faint smell of blood in the air. He took out the put away vase and inserted sweet-scented osmanthus in it. The delicate and beautiful flower spikes brought the long-lost warmth to the house.

He didn't look at the document. He sat for half an hour, then walked into the kitchen and turned on the gas stove. After a while, soot flew all over the kitchen.

Paper ash ignites sparks, and the moment it comes into contact with the air, it brightens and then withers, just like human life, which is constantly burning, and after the brilliance reaches its peak, it gradually declines.

He opened the cabinet door, and a row of silver knives was at the bottom.

He returned to the balcony and sat on the ground, feeling the cold touch across his wrist, bringing relief.

He gave Zhao Xuanyu all the money, which was enough for Zhao Xuanyu to live in peace and stability.

Xu's wife went to Song Yu's company and joined Chen Zhu's subordinates. Life would not be worse than it is now. All of them, Gu Zhi arranged properly.

As for Shang Yizhou...

This should be his last gift.

He doesn't want to die, it's just that he can't find a reason to live, the sun is very warm, the fragrance of flowers is very moving, but he has no desire to touch all these.

He was too tired and wanted to have a good sleep. After waking up, maybe he could see Zhao Shuyi again.

Zhao Shuyi will hug him tenderly, and softly shout Nuo Nuo, and he will sit with Zhao Shuyi on the balcony, blowing the warm wind all afternoon.

Maybe he will meet another person who is willing to hold his hand and accompany him to watch a firework that belongs to him. They will walk into the holy hall under the witness of relatives and friends.

Gu Zhi raised the corners of his lips and slowly closed his eyes.

If there is a chance, he hopes that there will be a bouquet of orange flowers in front of his tombstone. When friends come to pay homage to him, the wind will wrap the fragrance of flowers and caress them for him.

Of course, if there is a god in the world, what he wishes most is for him to die when he is four years old.

He won't know Shang Yizhou, and he won't call that mother again.

The author has something to say: This chapter is very short...

Because everything is weird.

There is a chance to be longer tomorrow.

I really like this stalk, so I have been trying to make the text look a little more depressing, [Although I don’t know if it makes everyone feel a little bit, bad, the writing still needs to work hard. ] In this way, it will not appear very abrupt, but I don't know if it has been successful.

I have read everyone's comments, and it is also because of everyone's comments that I persisted!I almost became a eunuch once...

Thank you everyone!

It will be even more bloody next, because another favorite point of mine is about to go online!