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A month later, I divorced Lao Dou and entrusted my son to him.

Then I put on my backpack and went to Japan, to the place I was most interested in.

As a Chinese cartoonist, I met my most admired painter.

He had a very serious illness during my freshman year, and he didn't release a new manga for two years.At that time, I would pray every day before going to bed that he would get through it...but I didn't tell him about it.

That night, I had a dream like a fairy tale.

I dreamed that I was leaning on her shoulder and waiting for the ending.

When she was dying, I vaguely heard her say: "Shuwen, I love you."

Then I wanted to refute her—then why didn't you choose me then?

But for a moment, I wasn't me anymore.

I became a tree on campus.

Below me was a girl weeping in grief.

I shook myself and put a leaf on her head.

"Dear girl...don't cry."

"I gave you a leaf."

She put the leaf on the palm of her hand and looked at it carefully.

She murmured something, then opened the other hand...

It's a brand new knife.

She stared at it for a moment, then hesitantly threw it in the trash.The vertical and horizontal tear stains remained on her face like a labyrinth, and she murmured something again, but this time I heard: "Why am I alive?"

"I buried my dream with my own hands to inherit the family business. I was determined to let the person I love no longer be obsessed with me, so that our respective futures would not have to live in the oppression of the world...but now I regret it... It's a big joke..." She slid down weakly along my tree trunk, and the sun shone on her face, so that I could just see her general appearance...high nose bridge and slightly wide eyebrows , let me feel strange.I felt that the sea of ​​blurred memories was suddenly churning crazily, and the strangeness in my heart was getting stronger and stronger, making me want to find out more and more.

"You...what's your name?" I suppressed the strangeness in my heart and asked her such a question in a normal tone as much as possible, but I woke up as soon as I finished asking.

Yes, I woke up at the critical moment.

There was snow floating outside the window, and I forgot to close the window, the snow fell in from the outside and landed on the ground by the window, turning into water, absorbing heat... I think I have a lot of heat absorbed by it.

But miraculously, I don't feel cold... I am trapped in the scattered snowflakes, but feel that the glittering snowflakes have sincerity to illuminate people.

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