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After Lin Huaimeng's New Year's Eve party ended, the small restaurant also ushered in a rare rest day. There should be some time to relax throughout the year. In previous years, when Lin Huaimeng was alone, he might choose to continue operating.

After all, she doesn't have any relatives or friends worth visiting, and it's a sense of accomplishment to keep the small restaurant running throughout the year.

It's just that this year's situation is a bit special. She is no longer alone, with Ai Wen by her side, and Su Pei'er is staying at home temporarily. When it comes to Su Pei'er, her mood seems to have improved recently, but she is still not in high spirits.

Every time she saw a familiar face on TV, the other party would involuntarily start to get nervous. During this period, Su Pei'er didn't even answer a call from the outside world. She completely abandoned social channels, as if covering her ears and living a lonely life. in their own little world.

In fact, the discussion about her on the Internet has actually entered a period of relaxation. The entertainment industry is always like this. Every day there are lace that seems to be true or false. No matter whether it is true or not, people want to join in the fun.

The support team cheers on her Weibo regularly every day, hoping that their sister Su can get up early and come back. Lin Huaimeng also remembers the girls who stayed at the airport day and night to see Su Peier.

Su Peier's matter is just a short-lived hot spot, and there are new discussion points on the Internet every day. Netizens actually don't care about the truth of the matter. What they care about is that they participated in this topic during that time period, expressing their opinions and mutual attack.

Once the heat dissipates, everyone will move their positions again.As for Su's mother's current status, no one will continue to pay attention. If Su Pei'er's current status is posted on the Internet sincerely, it is estimated that there will be a lot of cynicism and sarcasm.

There is no way to do this, and there is no way to improve it. Lin Huaimeng will not deliberately advise Su Pei'er to face the censure of the society.

At this moment, Su Pei'er is like a restless cat, hiding in the box looking for a little sense of security.

She didn't continue to harm herself, which was a relief to the owner.

Lin Huaimeng often feels that life is not easy in this world, everyone has their own flaws, and every family has its own difficult scriptures, even if it is really as the media said, this is not a reason to watch Su Peier give up on herself .

More or less want to help her, not for anything else, just want to have a clear conscience.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, Lin Huaimeng decided to take Ai Wen and Su Peier to fly a kite on the mountain, mainly because when cleaning up the house, he accidentally found a dusty paper kite under the bed, thinking that Ai Wen hadn't let it go Kite, Su Peier also stayed at home for too long, so this proposal was unanimously approved.

The group of them drove to the nearby Qiuyu Mountain. Ai Wen and Su Peier sat in the back seat, and a small wooden basket was placed in the passenger seat. lunch.

Su Pei'er looked at the scenery outside the window without saying a word, Ai Wen was not inferior in silence, and Lin Huaimeng was sandwiched between two completely silent people, seemingly unable to adapt.

There is a monument to martyrs on the top of this mountain, and there are several memorial halls of celebrities. There is a small square on the mountainside. Because of its remote location, only nearby residents will come here, and use the open space to jump around the square. Dance to pass the time.

Most of the small towns are like this, there are not many places to party, young people are not comfortable staying here, go to the big cities early, and most of the old people stay, before 08:30 in the evening, there are almost no people on the street .

It is the second day of the Lunar New Year, and the usually bustling square is empty now, only accompanied by the icy cold wind. Fortunately, the sun is good today, and the sky after the rain is exceptionally blue.

Su Pei'er got out of the car, she covered her face tightly with a mask, and put on a black hat, the brim of which was pressed down so that it was difficult to distinguish between men and women.

Aiwen stood in front of the martyr's stele, looking up at the stele in front of her. Her back was straight, and she was very focused on watching.

The martyr's stele is not built very high. The white stone stele stands in the center, and there are several wreaths around it. The red paint has faded from the original color. Maintaining that lush appearance.

She looked at the strange names engraved on the stone tablet, and was touched somewhere in her heart for a moment. She thought of the teammates she had been with day and night, but now they are buried in a certain place. The soldiers who died in the war are often found. Do not return to the bones.

They can only engrave their names on the stone tablet to prove the traces of their existence.

It is an honor to die for the country, and Aiwen once believed that this is the best destination for soldiers. She will be buried in the burial ground with the Seventh Army, or die in a certain battle, ending a hopeless life. I wish I had no afterlife.

Aiwen then thought of Elena, and the little girl who loved singing. He made a wish with her, and accepted her help in the weakest period. Hearing her melodious singing, he fantasized about a A very different future.

Now that I think about it, I should be able to call her friends. Elena is her only friend in the army, but the intersecting with her came too late, and my former self would not set his sights on others.

Lin Huaimeng asked: "What's wrong?"

Ai Wen shook his head and replied softly: "I just think of my former comrades in arms."

Lin Huaimeng didn't continue to ask, she patted the other person's shoulder comfortingly, and accompanied her to look at the monument. Ai Wen walked around the monument, and she looked at the densely packed names. The scene at this time was the same as when she attended The scene of the funeral coincides.

No matter which world, war is unavoidable, and human nature is to be uneasy with the status quo. Aiwen saw this sentence engraved in it: The martyrs exchanged blood for today's peace.

Aiwen is actively trying to treat their sacrifices as a meaningful thing. For ordinary people, the stone tablet is just a string of names. For some people, these names represent a vivid life. life.

They also yearn for peace and have their own likes and sorrows.

After Ai Wen commemorated his comrades-in-arms, he readjusted his mentality and continued the kite-flying game with the shopkeeper. People always have to look forward, thanking their temporary cowardice for their only chance of survival.

Lin Huaimeng grabbed a handful of dead grass and threw it upwards to measure the wind direction. Flying a kite is all about the wind direction. Without the help of the wind, the paper kite in your hand cannot fly to this sky. This is what the shop owner learned from observing others.

It was also the first time for Lin Huaimeng to fly a kite.

Ai Wen lightly supported the kite with both hands, facing the headwind and holding the kite still, waiting for Lin Huaimeng to give orders.

"Is this position okay?"

Lin Huaimeng suppressed his mood and waited for the wind to come. When a gust of wind came, he immediately started running, and the kite was dragged along the ground with a whoosh.

Of course, it didn't fly at all, and it didn't even mean to fly.

"...It's a little different from what I imagined!"

Then Lin Huaimeng experimented a few more times, with the good mentality that failure is the mother of success, and continued to work hard, but it was a pity that things backfired and landed on the way of taking off several times.

Lin Huaimeng's practical experience is really not enough, so he stood on the edge of the square and started Baidu. Later, Su Pei'er couldn't stand it anymore, got up, took the kite, and began to give orders to Ai Wen.

When the wind came, she let Aiwen let go, and started running with the wind direction, and let out the thread in her hand. Perhaps it was luck, this gust of wind just sent the kite high into the sky, and Su Peier shook her hand The kite line stabilizes it gradually.

The kite went up to the sky smoothly, and more and more strings were put in her hands. Su Peier looked up at the blue and transparent sky. Compared with this, the kite was so small that even its appearance began to be blurred when it flew high. It fluttered up to the sky, its trailing wings trembling.

The fingers that were gradually being stretched by the string swelled up. The shopkeeper took out gloves from the bag, and she asked Su Peier to wear them to prevent the kite string from cutting her fingers. Don’t underestimate a string. The higher the kite is, the easier it is to hurt yourself.

Su Peier shook the kite string, and she said, "I haven't touched this for many years."

Lin Huaimeng asked curiously, "Did you often fly kites before?"

"Well, I played it with my father, when I was young."

Su Pei'er squinted at the kite in the sky. She sent the kite to the sky with her own hands, just like in the past, when she was held by her father in his arms, holding the handle of the kite string in her hand.

In the dawn of childhood, having such beautiful flowers grew up and left behind. She quickly withdrew from the romance and lived in the present reality. Su Pei'er could no longer remember her father's face, but she could remember many small details.

A kite often has to try many times before it can go to the sky, and occasionally it will fail because the thread is broken on the way to the sky. This fragile thread is tied to the distance between the kite and the sky. It trembles slightly, and the trembling Su Peier is in fear.

She felt that she was like this kite, which managed to fly into the sky, but could not control her own destiny. It was all about this thread, and once it was blown by the wind, there would be nothing left.

Later, Aiwen also tried to play for a while, and the kite that was getting higher and higher almost disappeared from sight, only a very vague outline was floating.

Su Pei'er took a sip of water and sat on a public chair beside her.

The lunch box prepared by Lin Huaimeng is packed with bentos. Different ingredients are neatly stacked in an exquisite box, made into bear-shaped rice balls, sausages fried into octopus, and golden tamagoyaki cut into florets. Cherry tomatoes.

There are different dishes in the four lunch boxes, which shows the owner's care. Every dish is prepared by the other party early. Su Pei'er remembers that the other party got up at six o'clock, and there was a sound of oil pan sizzling in the kitchen.

Lin Huaimeng would wear an apron and hum a song quietly. Her movements were very light, and she didn't want to disturb the sleeping Ai Wen and Su Pei'er, but they both woke up very early.

This home is full of fireworks, and it is different from the place where I live. Although I live in a well-decorated villa, I have nothing but myself.

When Su Peier lived alone, she seldom opened fire. Cleaning up the kitchen was bothersome and unnecessary, so she rushed to make announcements all day long and spent countless holidays on the plane.

The desire of tongue is suppressed to the extreme, and now looking at such a bento, I feel a little warm in my heart. I can't tell the reason, maybe people also have phototaxis.

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