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Lin Mo's death day is getting closer and closer. June 6th, Chen Huan's birthday, is also a day to commemorate Lin Mo.

The death day was Thursday, and Chen Huan and Lin Yan had already joined the company, so they could only visit Lin Mo in the cemetery after get off work.It is still the purple hyacinth, and the flower language is the eternal memory.

The two took a taxi together after get off work and it was past seven o'clock. After sitting in front of the tomb for a while, Lin Yan received a call from the company, saying that there was something wrong with the client's plan and that he had to rush back to change it.He was a newcomer, so he could only hurry back to work overtime. After Chen Huan sent him to the company, he took the subway home.

It was almost nine o'clock when he got home. He turned on the headlights in the living room, slumped on the sofa exhaustedly, and called Lin Yan to say that he had arrived home.

The moment Chen Huan hung up the phone, the headlights above his head went out.The house is shrouded in darkness, only the phone screen emits a faint light.

It has been ten days since the electricity bill was paid at home, and no one in the apartment’s WeChat group has mentioned the power outage, and the building opposite can be seen brightly lit from the balcony.Only Chen Huan was trapped in the darkness.

He found the candles that the landlord had left at home, put two on the coffee table, and lit a cigarette.

The wind is blowing again outside, it is already summer at the end of June, this wind is really a headache.

The house was terribly quiet. After a few minutes of silence, Chen Huan stubbed out his cigarette and said slowly, "Let's talk, Lin Mo."

The candle flickered twice, as if responding to this sentence, "Xiao Mo, I know it's you. You're trying to tell us that you still exist. Are you angry when you see Lin Yan and me together?"

"I don't know whether I should apologize to you, but I feel that I have done nothing wrong but it seems that I have really hurt you, so I still want to say sorry to you. I'm sorry, Xiaomo."

It seemed a bit silly for such a person to talk, so Chen Huan lit another cigarette with the candle.

"After you left, Lin Yan was in so much pain, but he still wanted to drag me out. During those days, I lived in a muddle. I don't know if you can see it. I was living like a ghost, and I almost gave up. It’s my fault, it’s Lin Yan who walked out with me all the time.”

Chen Huan bit off the popping beads and took a deep breath. It tasted like Mojito.

He flicked the cigarette ash and leaned tiredly on the sofa, "Although you two are brothers, you are really different. In the past, you carried everything by yourself, and you hardly relied on anyone. You relied on me. There are also very few of them. Lin Yan has a carefree temper, and we quarrel occasionally, but he is very easy to coax, sometimes he has already compromised in his heart, but his face still refuses to admit defeat."

The cigarette in his hand was just burning like this, Chen Huan didn't smoke any more, and a wisp of smoke floated up after burning, "Lin Yan and I have had a very difficult life these past few years, and we have never forgotten you for a moment. Xiao Mo, you Do you understand? I liked you before, and now you are gone, but the memory of my liking for you will always exist, and those are real."

The sound of howling outside the window seemed to have stopped, Chen Huan looked out the window, paused, "Lin Yan is not your substitute, I love him just because he is Lin Yan. But you will always be our family, Xiao Mo, put it down, I don't want you to be some lonely ghost. I want you to go to the most beautiful place, you don't deserve to be trapped in this house."

After finishing speaking, the flames of the two candles flickered twice, and then went out.In the dimly lit living room, only two wisps of green smoke could be seen. I don't know if Lin Mo just dissipated in the air just like the green smoke.

The lights in the living room turned on, the Bluetooth speaker was triggered on and off,

Should'vestayed, weretheresigns, Iignored?

CanI helpyou, nottohurt, anymore? (Can I helpyou, nottohurt, anymore?)

Chen Huan went to the TV cabinet and squatted down,

If they say, Who cares if one more light goes out?

He wiped the frame of the group photo of the three of them when they graduated from high school vigorously,

Whocares when someone's time runs out? Ifa moment is all weare.

Then bit her lip to keep herself from crying,

Orquicker, quicker. Who cares if one more light goes out?

"Well Ido." He sang that line, and yet, I will.

[One person's time is over, who cares, after all, we are fleeting, maybe faster, faster.Who cares, that light that reappears and disappears again? ]

[However, I care. ]

[However, we care. ]

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The author says:

The ending song is OneMoreLight by LinKinPark. The lyrics in [] are also in this song. It is a very short article. I may write a special episode later. Thanks to the readers who have been with me all the time. See you in the next article~