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Song Ping, the surprised Song Ping, the dead Song Ping.

Song Ping, Song Ping, Song Ping.

But never seen again.

Thinking of this, it may be relief, or it may be that grief is greater than death.

Jin Zhongda finally cried out.

It wasn't the silent crying in my heart when I saw Song Ping's sister that day, but the sobbing that gradually enlarged, from the whimper pressed in the throat to crying, and then to mourning.

He didn't care that the boss ran over to comfort him, and he didn't care that everyone looked over with questions and disdain.

He just cried.

His throat seemed to be blocked by a foreign object, and he was almost out of breath, but he couldn't stop crying.

What kind of ceremony is it like, a ceremony to commemorate Song Ping and miss Song Ping.

Send him off with tears.

I am sorry.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have met you, I shouldn't have provoked you.

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They all left City S.

On a rainy night, Baekhyun and Wu Shixun had a heart-to-heart talk.

They were all in Seoul, but they didn't meet each other.

Baekhyun stood in front of the French windows, listening to the sound of Wu Shixun's breathing coming through the subtle radio waves.

"Hey?"

The other party replied with silence.

Bian Boxian gave up saying something to tease the state between them, cleared his throat and said, "Speak up, it's time to speak out."

"Let's... break up." Wu Shixun's voice was deep and metallic.

Baekhyun fell into this hysterical love countless times because of this voice. After everything was over, he only felt relieved when he heard this voice again.

"Yeah," he replied.

The many days of quarrels and cold wars have wiped out those insignificant complex feelings towards them.

Wu Shixun's childishness is no longer the fatal wound in this relationship, and Byun Baekhyun's indifference and distrust can no longer shake Wu Shixun at all.

They are so tired.

In this mutually damaging love, they exhausted all their energy.

Redemption has long been useless.

They both took a step back and retreated into amicability.

They are no longer lovers, not even friends.

While letting each other go, maybe they also let themselves go.

Wu Shixun said a few more words about the recent situation of other people, and Bian Boxian responded one by one, and the sound of rain became the only sound on the phone.

"Then... hang up." Wu Shixun said.

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Bian Baekhyun put down the phone, walked to the glass greenhouse, and helped his mother trim the branches of the lemon potted plant.

The relationship between him and his mother has eased a lot. There is less tit-for-tat between the two, and more tenderness with guilt.

The internal turmoil in the Bian family gradually subsided. With the assistance of Bian's mother, Bian Boxian shuffled the cards with a more determined attitude.

Holding the garden scissors, he snips off the excess dead leaves from the lemon pot, as if repairing his relationship with his mother.

"After this period is over, go and look elsewhere, let's go together."

Bian Baekhyun put down the scissors, and covered his mother with a scarf: "Okay, Mom."

The Zhang family announced that the second son had no intention of interfering in family affairs, and took the initiative to let Zhang Yixing go free.

Zhang Yixing, who was forced to resign, chose to re-learn the history and literature that he was interested in since he was a child. With the help of Park Chanyeol, he re-entered the university. He will live with Park Chanyeol in the rainy London for a long time.

They finally let go of their barriers, were unrestrained, and no longer hid anything from each other, and started a new life wholeheartedly.

Zhang Yixing even felt that this was an unprecedented freedom.

The depression that originally lived in Zhang's mother's expectations disappeared, and he was no longer restrained and relaxed from the restraint, but he became an independent person, no longer someone else's so-and-so.

Park Chanyeol's companionship and love allowed him to heal from excessive grief, and there is no better gift than a complete self.

The last time he returned to S City was in August, half a year after Song Ping's death.

He drove back to S University with Park Chanyeol to complete the formalities for early graduation. On the way, he seemed to see Song Ping from a year ago.

Song Ping was wearing a large, ill-fitting hoodie and dragging a suitcase while walking on the stone road. His thin body gradually became transparent in the sunlight until it disappeared.

Park Chanyeol grabbed his hand: "It's all over."

Zhang Yixing nodded, held the other's fingers back, and kissed him: "It's all over."

Before Jin Zhongda left City S and returned to Seoul, he erected a tomb for Song Ping in the cemetery in the suburbs.

Simple and unadorned tombstones stand near the corners of the cemetery.

Song Ping likes to be quiet.

The words are engraved on it, but it is very shallow, and it is easy to miss if you don't look carefully.

"Friend, Tomb of Song Ping"

There is no year of birth and death, and no person who erected the monument.

It's not as simple as a tombstone, but like an introduction.

Admiralty bent over and placed a pink rose, and gently stroked the tombstone with his hand.

"I'm leaving, won't you say goodbye to me?"

But no one answered him again.

Jin Zhongda's footprints on the lawn were restored by the wind, as if he had never appeared before.

That simple tombstone stood there watching Jin Zhongda leave.

The pink rose also moved, and then rolled down on the lawn, leaving no trace on the tombstone.