The cold tablemate is a bamboo horse

The airport in Jin City was crowded with people in winter, Lin Zhi got off the plane, he was 28 this year, and came back three times, Yang Qian's wedding, Wen Yan's wedding, and Lin Yue's funeral.

Lin Yue passed away the year before last, and before his death, he did not want to see Lin Zhi again.

From then on, he was alone.

This city has too many memories for him, beautiful, unbearable, longing, and desperate.

The year Yang Qian went abroad was the most desperate and dark time for him. Lin's mother passed away before Yang Qian went abroad, and it was too late to clean up the grief. Lin Le's condition deteriorated, and he passed away in just a week, in his arms.

When people experience great pain and grief, they will become numb. Later, when they find out that they also have nosebleeds, they feel that life is nothing more than this.

Leukemia is hereditary.

Over the years, watching Yang Qian change girlfriends one after another, he guarded the relationship named "friend" and dared not take a step further.

Yang Qian is not Jiang Han, and he will never respond.

At the beginning, he would be in pain, Yang Qian liked girls, would date girls, would hold girls' hands, and kiss girls, he just looked at it like this, suffering unbearable pain.

Later, he became numb and desperate, listening to Yang Qian having sex with other girls, he could even smile and give away condoms. If you like someone, you will be as humble as dust.

But good luck tricks people, Yang Qian is going to go abroad, he is the last to know the news.

He originally thought that Yang Qian and others are fine, as long as he can still be by Yang Qian's side, even in the name of a friend.

He can always stay by Yang Qian's side.

But Yang Qian wanted to go abroad, and he didn't give him any chance. For the past two years, it seemed like a joke.

He chased after the man's footsteps, but fate wanted him to let go cruelly. How could he let go? It was harder than breaking his heart.

A heart riddled with holes, originally thought that it would never hurt again, and would laugh when it hurt to the extreme. That year he said goodbye to Yang Qian with a smile.

The one-man show of one person finally came to an end.

In the most painful year, he committed suicide by taking sleeping pills. When he woke up in the hospital, Lin Yue looked at him indifferently: "The money has been transferred to your card, so don't come to me again."

The last straw that overwhelmed people was never despair, it was the disregard of the closest people he ever had. He broke down and cried: "Why... I am also your child, why did you treat me like this after she died..."

He cried until his heart broke, Lin Yue remained expressionless, he could be called indifferent: "I'm leaving, don't come looking for me."

He begged: "Don't go... Dad, please don't go... Don't leave me alone..."

That year, the most humble and desperate begging failed to win Lin Yue back.

Mother Lin and Lin Le passed away one after another, which dealt a great blow to Lin Yue, and closed herself up. Even Lin Zhi didn't want to see him again. Without hope, there would be no pain.

Later, the years were full of wind and frost, and he walked out. No one knows what kind of past the spring breeze and noodles have experienced.

Over the years, he has kept Yang Qian's circle of friends large and small. Yang Qian doesn't like to post on his circle of friends, but every time he changes girlfriends, he will post one.

After going abroad, in his spare time, he would check to find out that Yang Qian had a girlfriend again, celebrate his girlfriend's birthday, or have dinner with friends.

Being separated by the farthest ends of the earth is the only way he knows Yang Qian's life.

Sometimes, Yang Qian would also call him, just to send greetings between friends, or to send something.

Knowing that the day Yang Qian was going to get married, he suffered from insomnia all night, reminiscing about the past between him and Yang Qian, and finally found that he was just a passer-by in Yang Qian's life.

Maybe many years later, Yang Qian will gain weight, have gray hair, wrinkles, and his face will be changed by life.

But Lin Zhi would think that Yang Qian in his mind would always be a boy.

He has always stayed at the age that made his heart beat.

What he likes is only the high-spirited young man in his heart.

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The balloon was rolled in the grass, the little girl ran to pick it up, and a pair of leather shoes stopped in front of her eyes.

She raised her head and saw a good-looking man who picked up the balloon and asked her with a smile, "Is it yours?"

The little girl nodded blankly, took the balloon, and said, "Thank you uncle."

"You're welcome." The man knelt down and rubbed the little girl's head, "Where are your parents?"

The little girl is in kindergarten, and the adults in her family have warned her not to talk to strangers casually, but for some reason, she instinctively feels that the good-looking person in front of her is not a bad person.

It's only seven o'clock in the morning, and her parents have to take care of her younger brother, so they don't have time to play with her, so let her play around the house first. The security here is very good, and there will be no bad guys. The little girl felt relieved, looked at the man and said: "Uncle, are you here to find someone?"

The man shook his head: "Come and see, don't look for anyone."

The little girl looked at him puzzled: "Is it someone unimportant? Why didn't you look for him when he came?"

The man smiled: "It's very important, but he has someone else."

The little girl seemed to understand, but also seemed to be ignorant. When she saw the keychain in the man's hand, she was quickly distracted: "Uncle, why doesn't your keychain have a key?"

The man didn't answer, but gently rubbed the little girl's head: "Little friend, can you do uncle a favor?"

The little girl nodded immaturely.

"Help uncle return the keychain to your father."

The little girl blinked: "Uncle, do you know my father? My father is most afraid of my mother pulling her ears."

The man smiled, a smile that came from the depths of the years: "I've known you for a long time, can you keep today's matter a secret for uncle, uncle will tell you a secret again."

The little girl lowered her head and thought for a while, puzzled: "Why doesn't uncle give it to daddy?"

The man looked far away, looking into the distance: "Because uncle... really loves your father..."

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The little girl walked home and saw the gate. Her mother was holding her hips and pulling her father's ear. His father was holding his one-year-old brother and screaming for pain.

Every time, when he came home late, or his father did something wrong, his ears would be pulled. The little girl was not surprised, and only remembered to return the keychain when she walked into the house.

The little girl is a trustworthy person, and the uncle picked up the balloon for him, so he will not tell what happened today.

It's just that when she gave the keychain to her father, his father seemed to have forgotten it. He hugged his younger brother while feeding the bottle and said, "Mine... I don't even remember it. It's an old keychain. Just put it there."

The little girl was a little sad. The uncle obviously cherished the keychain, but her father didn't remember it. So, after thinking about it, he put the keychain in his locker.

When the last light disappeared, the keychain lay quietly in the darkness.