Who will you think of at the end of your life

Life is a train to the grave. There will be many stops on the way. No one can accompany you from beginning to end. You will see people coming and going, going up and down.If you are lucky, someone will walk with you for a while. When this person wants to get off the train, even if you are reluctant, you should be grateful, and then wave goodbye, because the traces of his stay on your train are enough for you in the future. It's something to remember when he wasn't there.

And will you think of him at the last moment of your life?

Perhaps some encounters are really predestined, no one can control, no one can change...

In a quiet coffee shop in a certain corner, the strong aroma of coffee drifts gently with the breeze, refreshing.In the sunny afternoon, accompanied by comfortable light music and soft whispers of elegant men and women, enjoy the leisure time.There was a sound of wind chimes outside the door, and a man came in, wearing a white casual top, paired with a pair of brown slacks, a beige coat, and a book in his hand.Fair-skinned, with a touch of handsomeness in the delicate features, and a touch of gentleness in the handsomeness.He walked straight to the front desk, and his skillful movements showed that he was a regular visitor here.

Seeing someone coming, the handsome boss stopped what he was doing and greeted with a smile: "Are you here?" The man chuckled and remained silent. "Still the same?" "Yeah." "After so many years, why don't you change?" The handsome boss's tone was relaxed, but with a mature charm.

The man smiled lightly and sat down: "I'm used to it. Once you get used to some things, it's hard to change." He spoke calmly, but it sounded bitter.

The handsome boss smiled helplessly, and pushed a cup of coffee in front of the man, who nodded his thanks.Taking a sip of coffee, he gently opened the book in his hand. The cover was the back of a man with the maple leaves falling away. There was a kind of loneliness and a kind of freedom.There was an inexplicable tingling in my heart, it was difficult to breathe, and I felt that my hands were unstable.At this moment, a phone ringing broke the silence: "Su Mu, the publication sample of the novel "Who will you remember at the end of life" is out, do you know?" A clear and sweet female voice came from the phone.

Su Mu cleared his throat, tried his best to return to his usual appearance, and answered her: "I know, I'm watching."

The woman on the other side of the phone obviously didn't notice Su Mu's abnormality, and said, "I'm telling you what's good, you don't want a good job, you have to be an editor, and you still insist on this novel." Having said that, The woman hesitated to speak, remained silent for a long time, but still spoke, slowing down: "Xu Mo... It's been so long, you should let it go, forget about him." There was a little anger in the words, but more It is distressed.

When Su Mu heard this name, his hands trembled suddenly, and the pain in his heart became severe again, gradually spreading in his body.

lay down. . .

Can you really let go?

"Some things can't be let go just by letting them go." The shining eyes gradually dimmed, losing their original luster...

In order not to worry the other party, Su Mu endured the pain in his body, gritted his teeth, and said casually, "Okay, my big beauty Lan, I know you are busy with work so I won't bother you, then I will hang up." ?” That last sentence almost exhausted all his strength.Regardless of the reaction of the woman on the other end of the phone, she hung up the phone.Closing the phone, gently stroking the figure on the cover,

Xu Mo...the love that will end before I even started...

How are you?