Xia Qiu has not arrived

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Xia Ran's throat hurts, and she couldn't utter a word when she wanted to say something.

Wei Ping said from the side: "She is too tired in this life, maybe death is also a way of relief."

Putting down the letter, Xia Ran opened the white photo album, and on the first page was a familiar photo—two hands tightly clasped together in the sun, and the back view looked so empty under the light.Next to it is a handwritten sentence by Qiu Leyu: Remember our first trip, didn't you always want this photo?Give it to you now, give it all to you.

Looking back, it was full of Qiu Leyu's personal photos, as well as some scenery photos. Every time he went to a place, Qiu Leyu would take a photo at a local scenic spot.She undoubtedly wrote notes next to these photos, such as going to xx on xx, xx, xx, etc.

Xia Ran looked at every photo very carefully, as if trying to visualize the people in the photo.

At the end of the flip, a bright red fell out of the album. Xia Ran picked it up and saw that it was a red wedding invitation. The dazzling red hurt her heart.

When the wedding invitation was opened, it was an unfilled blank wedding invitation, but Qiu Leyu signed her name on the bride's side.The word 'bride' was printed next to it where 'groom' should have been printed.Seeing this, Xia Ran could no longer bear the tension in her heart and suddenly broke.

With a "plop", Xia Ran knelt in front of the grave, tears overflowed from her eyes involuntarily, and a hoarse voice burst out from her throat: "Why? You can't die quietly."

"Why are you telling me!"

"Why didn't you tell me!"

"Why are you so selfish? Tell me! Do you think I will remember you forever? Let me tell you, Xia Ran will never remember you forever! Why should I remember you forever?! Qiu Leyu! Get up, Tell me!" Xia Ran fell weakly in front of the grave, the shirt she was wearing was soaked by the rain, and her hoarse voice sounded colder than the rain: "Qiu...please, speak to me one last time Well, one last time..."

You used to think that time can smooth everything out, but later you find that no matter how fast or how slow time passes, as long as you love her, this sentence is just a joke.But how many years will it take to prove that this sentence is a joke?

Later, Xia Ran and Wei Ping left the mountain, and Qiu Leyu's grave was empty when they went there, but a red wedding invitation was left on her grave when they left.

The breeze blew away the wedding invitation.I saw the bride written on it: Qiu Leyu Bride: Xia Ran got married on xx, xx, xx.

One day, there was another photo album in front of Qiu Leyu's grave. The photos on it were all about Xia Ran. She left her footprints in the cities she walked through.

So far, Qiu Leyu's grave is not so lonely and quiet every year during the Ching Ming Festival.

The author has something to say: gin's writing style is very bad, so I can only write it like this, and I also wrote some memories that happened in reality. Is the plot not enough for memories?However, this article is all over when I write it here. It is really a very short piece of essay.Hey, that's how it ends