He said he would come next spring

Shen Yilai hugged the urn, dazed in the wind.

His eyes were red, even though the wind blew his tears away, he didn't move his hand once.

A child from a relative's family had a ponytail and tilted his head to look at him: "Brother, why are you crying?"

He sniffed his nose, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and shook it in front of the child: "Do you smoke?"

The child walked away with disgusted eyes, as if he was looking at such a stupid thing.

Shen Yi smoked it self-consciously, even feeling that it wasn't enough, so he smoked all three at the same time.The large white mist completely engulfed his face, and his eyes were stung with tears streaming down.

The funeral was over, and the dark crowd was talking in twos and twos, but they always came towards Shen Yi.

He turned around and left, like a celebrity who faced tough questions from reporters on the hot search, but Shen Yilai didn't have that halo.

This is his dad, he can't say a word.

Shen Yilai didn't expect that people would fall twice in the same place. Now, he has no relatives except his girlfriend.

"Xiao Shen, stay at my house tonight, lest you go home and fall in love with the scene."

"No, thank you."

When he was drunk alone, Shen Yilai glanced out the window.

The eaves swallowed the neon lights of the big city's feasting and feasting, leaving a few faint afterimages for the unconscious boy in the house.

His parents didn't leave him much money, and Shen Yi was very uncomfortable spending it.

Li Chunnian didn't contact him for a day, and he didn't tell her about his father's death.

Standing downstairs, looking at the gray building and sky above his head, he knocked on Li Chunnian's door with a gray mood.

He wanted to cry in his girlfriend's arms, it seemed better to tell her the truth in advance.

It is difficult for Shen Yilai to use any words to describe himself, he is just a child, a child who has lost his parents and achieved nothing.

The moment Li Chunnian opened the door, in Shen Yilai's eyes, she was the Virgin Mary with light.

Li Chunnian panicked, but this was beyond Shen Yilai's observation range.

Shen Yilai burst into tears, holding a half bottle of beer in his hand.

Panic, guilt, and indifference all intertwined in Shen Yilai's ears.

"Baby, who is it?" A shirtless man came out from the bathroom door.

Shen Yilai rushed to the window, tore off a few pairs of underwear that were not his own, and threw them out of the window.

"Who? Parabolic, crazy? Believe it or not, I'll call the police and arrest you?"

"Report! Anyway, I don't want to live anymore! I might as well go to the police station."

There was no more sound from outside the window.

That day, he had no other memories left, only the blood after the scuffle remained, which could not go away in his dark life.

Fist or something, just swallow it yourself.

He just remembered smoking by the window, one after another.

"I'm really dying."

The cigarette butt was not extinguished, and it was pressed to his wrist.

"Crazy, I won't love you even if you burn yourself to death."

Is it because the autumn is too deep, Shen Yilai is overwhelmed and can't breathe.

Walking on the edge of the top floor, Shen Yilai felt like a random wild tree on the side of the road, wrapped in the wind and lingering in the wind.

"It's good to be a tree. It's better to be a dying tree, otherwise it will get tired of being a tree for a long time."

The onlookers and the video shooters were quite lively.

"Come down! What kind of building is the child jumping off! Don't jump!"

Who is persuading me? It's really boring.

Autumn was too deep, Shen Yilai was about to drown, all the bleakness and pain poured into his heart alone.

Don't even think about covering the scarlet ridges with snow. When the sun rises, those rocks that have nowhere to hide will only show embarrassingly to the passing pedestrians one by one.

Shen Yilai doesn't want to die anymore, he hasn't lived enough yet.

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