Seed heart

When he was five years old, the child was kneeling in the cold mourning hall, suddenly, a warm embrace surrounded him.The man said, Yifan, I'm here to pick you up.

When he was six years old, the child looked at the spider plant at his feet, and tears fell down. The man said, Yifan, tell me everything.

When he was seven years old, the man asked the child cautiously, Yifan, do you still want to go to school?

When I was eight years old, the child looked at that person and said, okay, I want to learn to draw, so I can draw a lot of Uncle Gao.

When he was nine years old, the child heard the man boast that Yifan's paintings were really beautiful.he laughed.

At the age of ten, the child began to learn to draw his favorite person. At this time, he didn't know what his favorite was.

When he was 11 years old, the teenager secretly hid a picture album in the closet, not daring to let the person discover that it was all about him.

At the age of 12, the child looked at the painting teacher looking at that person, and didn't understand what the uncomfortable feeling in his heart was.

When he was 13 years old, the boy stared blankly at the book in his hand that he had turned over from the man's study room, and suddenly realized that he liked it.

At the age of 14, the teenager sat in an empty living room, and the last thing waiting was a person who smelled of alcohol and had traces of ambiguity.

When he was 15 years old, the boy went to the restaurant to find that person. The manager named Xiao Li smiled at him sarcastically and said to him, you are too young, you can't beat me.

On the day when he was 16 years old, the teenager was holding that love letter that he had painted and torn up, but he was told, Yifan, you are too young.

On the day when he was 16 years old, he found that the love letter was missing, but when he looked back, he saw the picture he least wanted to see-the picture of that person with someone else-the picture of kissing.

On the day when he was 16 years old, he said to himself in his heart, Lin Yifan, you lost, you lost completely.

At the age of 16, his heart died, but something spewed out uncontrollably—destruction.But how could he be willing to destroy his favorite Uncle Gao...

On the day when he was 16 years old, the boy ran to his parents' grave, but the weather wouldn't match his tears, and the scorching sun couldn't evaporate his tears.

"Mom and Dad, why... why doesn't he like me..."

"Will you still like me? You said you love Yifan the most. I miss you so much..."

"Uncle Gao also said that he liked me the most, but he still rejected me. He is a liar! He cheated my heart—"

"Mom and Dad, will you still want me? I'll come to you, will you still want me, will you not want me anymore..."

"Don't...don't leave me..."

He tried hard to shrink himself into a ball, just like when he was still in his mother's womb, like he was still in that person's arms, just like that person was still holding him...

"Yifan? What do you want to eat today? Sweet and sour fish or boiled beef?"

"Yifan... be good, take your medicine."

"How do you want to spend your birthday?"

"Are you still used to school? Can you keep up? If you can't keep up, I'll hire you a tutor."

"Yifan...you have to learn to sleep alone..."

"Huh?...Accidentally drank too much...this...mosquito bite."

"..."

The sky is spinning, and I feel that my body is stepping on the clouds for a while, and falling into hell for a while.

"Yifan! Yifan! Wake up!"

"Yifan... I'm here..."

"Yifan..."

No one will find him, no one will love him anymore, no more, no more...

Lin Yifan, let it be like this, at least, he will remember you...