like you so much

Yu Qiyue's calmness was beyond everyone's expectations.

Yu Ting even asked for leave to watch him at home, for fear that he would do something that would hurt him.

But no, nothing.

He was well aware of Yu Wenci's death, but it was the selective amnesia of the body's protective measures. He was not surprised that the memory returned. It was not a sudden strange memory, it belonged to him in the first place.

What he needs to take time to accept is not the news of Yu Wen's death, but his unbearable self.A self who knows that the person he loves the most should be put to rest, but he is unwilling to return the ashes.

Yu Qiyue was very conflicted when he saw Zhou Yuelin again, he was very scared.

I was afraid of Zhou Yuelin's attitude towards him after the truth was revealed, I was afraid that Zhou Yuelin would scold him, and I was even more afraid that Zhou Yuelin would not scold him.

In fact, it took Zhou Yuelin so long to come here, and he was cleaning himself up. Why didn't he need to adjust himself to face Qiyue?He hated Qiyue for hurting my sister-in-law and hated him for not telling him earlier and suffering for so many years.

My sister-in-law left a lot of things after she left, some for Zhou Yuelin and some for Yu Qiyue.Zhou Yuelin put them away one by one, not daring to let Yu Qiyue see them. These days, he brought out all the things that had been sealed up for nearly ten years, picked and picked them, and finally brought only a letter.

"This is from my sister-in-law. It hasn't been opened yet. You can take a look." Zhou Yuelin solemnly took the letter out of his arms. This letter recorded the traces of the years. There is no address on the postmark, and there are only a few beautiful words on it-as for Qiyue.

Yu Qiyue hid behind Yan Sheng and poked his head out when he heard the words, and walked over bravely.

The letter took Zhou Yuelin's body temperature and arrived in his hands ten years later.

Seeing how he was holding the letter like a treasure, Yan Sheng walked out silently with Zhou Yuelin.

Outside the door, Yu Ting and Wang Xueling looked worried but neither of them spoke.

Yu Qiyue stroked the words on the envelope and carefully opened it.

The light blue letter paper was pulled out, and the fine dust rolled and jumped in the ray of sunlight coming in from the window, and the space reversed as if returning to that time.

[Yu Qiyue, long time no see.

It may have been a long time since you read the letter, and you must have accepted my departure by the time you got it.

I didn't expect that I still had the strength to hold the pen holder in my last time, and the written words are crooked, but I believe you won't mind.

To be honest, when I found out that I had cancer, I was very unwilling, why me?I have never done anything wrong, why did I get this disease at such a young age?

It is more painful during the treatment, there is only pain, and the pain is too painful.

I wanted to give up therapy very early on, all therapy is torture and just makes me ugly.But as long as I see you, I always have some confidence, what if it is useful?Wouldn't it be able to accompany you for a long time?

Later I gave up, the pain is irrelevant, you are too painful.I don't want to leave because I don't feel relieved about you, and it hurts you instead.

I was in heart-piercing pain, and you were even more sad. Every extra second of life was a torment for you and me.

But I'm still too greedy. In fact, I can't last two months, but I don't know why I endured it. It gives you hope and makes you despair.

I just didn't expect you to say that in the end.

As I write this, I am suddenly relieved.How could you have the heart to hurt me?But it was too much to part with.

In my Wen Ci's life, it's worth it to have someone who cares about me like this, who refuses to let go even when I'm dying.

I think you must be very guilty, unwilling to forgive yourself, maybe you still want me to hate you too.

No, it's too hard to hate someone, let alone you.You love me as much as you say in the end, I understand.

Speaking of love, I have never loved anyone in my life. My father gave his love to the army, and I don't love him.My mother gave her love to my brother, and I don't love her.

except you.

The first second I saw you was amazing. I hate children very much, but I just like you.What a wonderful fate.

I love you, love has many forms of existence, I don't know where to classify this kind.

I used to regret that I had never met love, but then I thought about how many people have never met in my life, not to mention my short 20 years?

Moreover, it is enough to have one person who can make me love so much.Thank you for making me cute, and thank you for loving me too. 】

The teardrops hit the letter paper drop by drop to blur out the regular circle, and the words behind it became more and more irregular, which shows that the writer of the letter was at the end of the day.

【I once said that I hope you will scatter my ashes into the sea. When I really get to this day, I still hope to be buried in the soil, on the slope of my hometown, facing the sea.

Yu Qiyue, you don't want me to go far, and I can't bear you either.

There are still many, many things to say, but unfortunately I can't write anymore, but you must know it in your heart.

Although I didn't look good when I left, that was my best age, Yu Qiyue, this is my only consolation, in your heart, I hope I will be young forever.

Yu Wenci. 】

His pale knuckles tremblingly held the thin letter paper, which was pressed tightly against his chest, wishing it could be stuffed into his heart.

In the room where the sun was setting, the boy's undisguised cries sounded.

In the tears she shed after rinsing, there is regret for the past, nostalgia for the dead and farewell to obsession.

"It's been a whole day and I haven't come out. Iron Man can't handle it without food or water." Wang Xueling couldn't help looking upstairs, and Zhou Yuelin stopped her several times when she wanted to go up.

"Give him some time," Zhou Yuelin lit another cigarette, "it will be useless to go in at this time."

The ashtrays in front of Zhou Yuelin and Yu Ting were full of cigarette butts, and even Yan Sheng who was far away was smelled of smoke.

"But... well, you all should sleep for a while, what's the matter with Yan Sheng being so big and lying on the sofa—"

The upstairs door squeaked, and the door of Yu Qiyue's room opened.

Zhou Yuelin, who had always been calm and self-sufficient, threw away the cigarette in a hurry, and was secretly relieved after seeing that Yu Qiyue was intact.

Yu Qiyue didn't have a drop of water all day and his lips were chapped, but his mental state was surprisingly good.

Wang Xueling rushed upstairs and hugged him, "You really scared mom to death."

Looking at the worried faces downstairs, Yu Qiyue felt a little guilty, he hugged Wang Xueling back a little stiffly, "I'm fine."

"Okay..." Wang Xueling's eyes turned red instantly. When did Yu Qiyue get close to her like this, "It's fine as long as it's fine."

The steps gradually decreased, and Yu Qiyue finally dared to face Zhou Yuelin, "Brother."

Zhou Yuelin seemed to be blinded by the smoke, he blinked vigorously, and waved at Yu Qiyue without saying a word.

Yan Sheng stepped forward and held his hand, silently conveying energy to him.

"Father, I want to change my sister-in-law's place."

The cigarette in Yu Ting's hand shook off a piece of soot, and Wang Xueling's voice calling for cooking stopped abruptly.

Zhou Yuelin was not surprised.

Yu Ting pressed the cigarette into the ashtray, bowed his head and remained silent for a long time.Yu Qiyue thought that he would object, after all it was a big taboo for someone who had already been buried to raise the coffin again.

"Okay," Yu Ting unexpectedly agreed, "It's too noisy there and it's not suitable for her. Discuss with your aunt to choose a suitable day and change it."

The rain that had been raining for many days finally stopped that day, the washed sky was blue and clear, and the clouds were white and flawless, occasionally covering the dazzling sunlight when the wind blew by.

Yu Qiyue carried Yu Wenci's urn to the top of the mountain, where the terrain was the highest, backed by towering trees and facing the vast sea.

Yan Xiahan re-read the eulogy because Qiyue sent the urn back into the ground.

"Fish?" Seeing him not moving, Yan Xiahan thought he was reluctant.

Yu Qiyue put the urn in Zhou Yuelin's hands and slowly took off the bottle around his neck.

Finally complete, Yu Qiyue lowered his head and kissed the urn, I'm sorry I've trapped you for so many years.

Yu Danquan looked at his watch, "It's almost time, let's put it on."

Yu Qiyue didn't answer, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

People around kept urging him, and Zhou Yuelin asked him if he wanted to let him go.

Does sister-in-law really want to be buried in the dark soil?

A gentle voice faintly sounded in my ears, 【When I turn into ashes, throw me into the sea...】

Suddenly, Yu Qiyue snatched the urn, as if he was afraid of regretting it, he opened the lid and threw it towards the sea - the east wind blows the ashes to the sea, and the sun shone brightly.

"This is what you want..." In the shock of everyone's unresponsiveness, Yu Qiyue suddenly understood that the so-called changing her mind and wanting to be buried in the soil was just my sister-in-law's consolation. She never wanted to be shrouded in darkness. I want to give Yu Qiyue my only thought.At the last moment of her life, what she missed was Yu Qiyue.

"What are you doing!" Zhou Yuelin grabbed him, but it was too late.

"It's simply outrageous!"

"you--"

"Her last wish was to be buried at sea. I was too selfish to help her fulfill it. Today it is finally fulfilled."

Yu Ting hesitated, "...sea burial?"

Yan Sheng hastened to protect Yu Qiyue for fear that someone would touch him.

Yu Qiyue gently pushed them away, kneeling in front of the empty grave, and took out a pair of scissors from his clothes.

"Fish!"

"Be good and calm down!"

"Brother," Yu Qiyue didn't look back, "help me cut my hair."

"what?"

Yu Qiyue originally planned to let my sister-in-law's beloved long hair be buried with her here, but it's good now, at least my sister-in-law's grave is not empty.

"Cut it." Yu Qiyue said firmly.

Zhou Yuelin took the scissors and held up his hair, "You have kept it for ten years, do you really want to cut it?"

Yu Qiyue suddenly said, "Yan Sheng."

"At this."

Yu Qiyue raised his head and smiled at him, "I don't know if it will look good after I cut my hair."

Yan Sheng finally stroked his long hair, with a gentle smile in his eyes, "It looks good no matter what."

The shiny double blades entangled the jet-black hair, and as Zhou Yuelin exerted force with his fingers, the hair slowly fell off from the knot.

Yu Qiyue closed his eyes, tears slid down his cheeks.

He is happy.

The sea breeze whizzed past, and the wind was filled with the smell of Yu Wenci's ashes.

[From now on, I will be there in every sea you see and every small river you pass by, and I will see you wherever you go. 】

With the cut off of the last strand of hair, those fine thorns buried in the heart and the knots in the heart of the past ten years are also gone.

Yu Qiyue has never been so relaxed.