sunflower love

Ching Ming Festival is here again.On this day, Lin Kong is going to the cemetery to visit two people—his father and his lover.

Lin Kong will put a bouquet of narcissus, a bottle of wine, and light candles on his father's altar, and sit down and talk against his father's tombstone: "Dad, the business of the flower shop is very good this year, and it has not been affected by the war." .I also take care of myself. How are you doing in heaven? If you are missing something, tell me in a dream, and I will burn it to you. If you miss me, come and see me in my dream, and I will send your voice Forgot. It’s been five years, and you haven’t been in my dreams much, is it because you don’t miss me enough?” At this time, Lin Kong was already thirty and hadn’t married a wife yet.He always tells others that he is waiting for someone, but only he knows who this person is, and only he knows that this person will never come.

In Jiang Qing's spiritual altar, Lin Kong would still offer him incense, wine and offerings.A bunch of sunflowers will also be placed, and its flower language will be written: unspeakable love.It's like their love, a love that no one knows about.

He doesn't like talking to Jiang Qing very much.He likes to sit there, sit quietly.When he knew that his father-killing enemy was Jiang Qing, he decided to start hating him.But he couldn't hate it, he knew that he still couldn't let go of this relationship.He always felt that when he was leaning on Jiang Qing's tombstone, Jiang Qing was also leaning on the tombstone, sitting back to back with him.Accompanied by him year after year in obscurity.

Does he like Jiang Qing?like.

So does he hate him?hatred.

It is a complex emotion, one that cannot be described in words.You cannot understand it unless you experience it yourself.

It was already very late when Lin Kong returned home, he took a bath and went to bed in a daze.

He had a dream, dreaming that he went back to the day when he and Jiang Qing first met seven years ago.The familiar face said familiar words, stretched out his hand and said, "Since we are so destined, why not make friends."

Lin Kong reached out to hug Jiang Qing, but Jiang Qing suddenly turned into rose petals, floating in the air.

Woke up from the dream, wet with tears.

On the bed, there is no familiar pillow person.

Finish.

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The author has something to say:

The story of Jiang Qing and Lin Kong ended like this.In fact, I feel sorry for both of them, but I can't change the ending of the story. After all, I'm just a storyteller, not a story writer.