Ming Minghe

Life became so pleasant, Ming Shanghai joined us.The three of us drank together, drank tea together, ate together, talked and laughed, and even under my stalking, the two of them were dragged into the supermarket by me to buy ingredients.

Ming Shanghai has always been decisive in dealing with things. He himself is surprised that he can't survive my fatigue bombardment. He is patient and coaxes him to go out on a date, but he always drags his rumored boyfriend Xia He.

Xia He and Xia Luo are unbelievable people. Our way of getting along is not like ordinary men and women who treat desires.We can kiss goodbye, but only goodnight kisses, the kind between relatives, without a hint of obscenity.Even Ming Shanghai, who intervened in our lives, easily noticed our relationship, which was not what the media reported.

Xia He just said, "She is my sister, a sister who is not related by blood."

Ming Shanghai didn't know that I was weaving a web.He often patronized our dinner table, and occasionally he had to cook under my coercion.I naturally booed and asked Xiahe to guide him to learn art. Although the cooked food was not satisfactory, it was still delicious.

A few more months passed, and one day, Ming Shanghai brought Minghe to the door of Xiahe's apartment. I finally knew that Minghe had been doing very well in the past few years.

He visited Ai Shuixin when he was sent to the morgue.When Ai Shuixin's body was sent to the cremator, I cried hoarsely and passed out.At that time, Minghe was standing behind me, covering his mouth, not daring to cry.

People who have not lost their loved ones will never understand the feeling of watching the flames go from the soles of their lover's feet to their heads, watching their bodies being swallowed up little by little and turned into ashes.The sizzling sound made by the body being burned was like countless ugly and disgusting worms gnawing.That feeling is more painful than facing death yourself.

A fruit bowl slipped from my hand and shattered into pieces.I couldn't hold it back, tears welled up in my eyes, rushed to Minghe, and dragged him out.

"You go! I never want to see you, I never want to see you..."

I knelt down, hugged my head and cried, Minghe squatted in front of me, "Xia Luo, I beg you, take me to see Shuixin, don't force me, don't torture me anymore, I can't take it anymore, I really can't take it."

"Can't bear it?" I seem to have heard the funniest joke, "You can't bear it? How did Ai Shuixin suffer? Do you know how your mother ran to Ai Shuixin like crazy and said such nasty things? ?”

I didn't bury Ai Shuixin in the cemetery. I just told his father that I wanted to find him a quiet place, a place he liked.He nodded, lit a cigarette, and left silently after the smoke was exhausted.He didn't ask me where his flesh and blood were buried, and he didn't say that I would come to see him in a few days.After that, there was no phone call for ten years.

Now, this fellow who hadn't seen Ai Shuixin for ten years, actually said that he couldn't stand it, and finally wanted to see Ai Shuixin.

Haha, what a joke.

Xia He came over and hugged me, comforting me, "The past is forever, they all have their own rules of conduct, and you, just need to remember, that's enough."

Will Ai Shuixin blame me for losing his temper with Minghe?When Xia He carried me into the room, I stopped them who were about to leave.

I want Ming Shanghai to accompany me, Xiahe looked at me, and did not stop me.

I handed the diary and photo album I pressed under the pillow to Minghe, "This used to be the most precious thing in his life, I gave it to you, don't give it back to me, I don't ask for anything, just ask You should remember him well and visit him when you have time, sorry, I was the one who did the wrong thing."

For me, Ai Shuixin is cleaner than anyone else compared to those men and women intoxicated with desire and money.With that kind of relationship, there is no deceit, no interest disputes, no valuation, just love, so love it.Ai Shuixin, does it look like a moth to a flame?