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Life is like a book with many missing pages.It's hard to call it a book, but it is a book. ——Ryunosuke Akutagawa

Bai Luomei said: "Everyone who comes to the world crying will bring endless joy to their loved ones, and everyone who leaves the world with a smile will bring eternal sorrow to their loved ones. Is it true that a person has been born since he was born? Is there a book of fate, like the book of life and death, which is placed in the underworld? And we have to follow the content of the book and finish it word by word before we can give up? If so, there is really no need to rush to life , You must know that cause and effect are determined, and gains and losses follow fate."

Song Yao could choose to die on the day of Mu Cheng's death, but before Mu Cheng's death, he could never predict the day of Mu Cheng's death.Destiny is really a wonderful thing. Some people think that life and death depend on fate and wealth, so they choose to "resign themselves to fate". Can't help shaking his head and sighing - "This is life".

So when Peng Ziwei received the news of Song Yao's death, he was not surprised at all, as if everything was within his expectations.After Mu Cheng's death, he called Song Yao more than once to send messages, but to no avail.He often blamed himself for allowing Song Yao to indulge in grief, but he always respected Song Yao's choice, even if that choice cost his life.

He went to see Song Yao in City A several times, and Peng Ziwei felt that he was very much like the white eagle written by Jin Yong who crashed into a cliff for his dead partner and died in love.From the desert to the Peach Blossom Island, we cherish each other, advance together and retreat together; in the battle in the Unfeeling Valley, one of them was injured and died by Jinlun Fawang, and the other was heartbroken, hovering on the cliff for a long time, and finally crashed into the cliff and died. .

No one wants to watch the eagle die under the cliff, but its wings are its, and its choice is its own. It can live alone or kill itself, and no one has the right to interfere.Song Yao is the white eagle who killed himself for love.

Song Yao has always been grateful to Peng Ziwei. He once said that Peng Ziwei was very similar to his grandfather when he was young. He kept a seemingly shady secret for his friend, which was not really a secret.

On the day of Qingming, the temperature dropped sharply in some parts of the country, and City B was among them.The sky was overcast, and the drizzle was like needles, mixed with cold air that pierced into the bones.Peng Ziwei put a bouquet of white chrysanthemums in front of Song Yao's tomb, and said with a tearful smile, "Master, it's me, Fatty, long time no see."

Unable to control his emotions, he blew his nose, choked up and asked, "Master, how are you doing over there? You should have seen Mu Cheng long ago, right? Say hello to him for me, after all, I still count on Let him take care of you. I know your obsession is still there, but in this next life, you probably won’t have it, so don’t worry about it. I went to see your parents, they are fine, but they miss you a little..."

"Master Zhou took over the travel agency, married a tour guide, and his life is pretty good. The local tyrant still looks like a prodigal/slutty boy. If you don't listen to it, let him go. As for me, I will get married in the middle of next month , my wife is very beautiful, just like me, a bit fat. But we made up our minds to lose weight and go to the gym when we are free. It has achieved some results. You see, the belly is already smaller. Don’t worry if you persist for another month The buttons of the groom's outfit will fall apart." Peng Ziwei patted his stomach as he said.

The hot air exhaled slowly dissipated in the air. "When I was in college, I always said that I don't want you to be the best man in the future. I was afraid that you would steal my groom's limelight. But now, it's fine if the best man is not. You don't even come to the wedding. Isn't it a bit too much? Actually, carefully Think about it, having someone as handsome as you as your best man is such a face. If I book you to be my best man, will you not do stupid things just to keep your promise? Haha, Song Yao, we, everything is fine, don't worry, you, go well..."

I don't know if it's because it's too cold or my heart hurts too much. Every word I speak trembles until my hoarse voice can't say a complete sentence anymore.

Watching Peng Ziwei leave with a black umbrella, Zhou Ning walked towards Song Yao's tombstone with his shoulders shrunk.He glanced at the white chrysanthemum that Peng Ziwei placed in front of the tomb, and the rain wetted the card inserted between the flowers: "People on Moshang are like jade, and your son is unparalleled in the world. There are so many malicious people in the world, you will never return when you leave."

"Song Yao, I really regret not seeing you off when I graduated. If I knew that would be the last time I saw you, I would run downstairs to see you off without hesitation...I, I didn't even see your back, I can't see you anymore... I have no face to see you, because I found that the disgusting person is not you who loves the same sex, but me who can't accommodate you like that, I... I'm sorry..." Zhou Ning felt guilty , Almost knelt down several times.

Xie Hao was still in New Zealand that day, so he didn't come to see Song Yao, he felt sorry.It's not that I regret that I can't go back to China to sweep the grave, but that I regret that the world has lost an elegant talent, and that the cruel world has lost a gentle person.

"Master, where is the No. 97 cemetery?" The visitor was dressed in a black suit, making him more mature and dignified.

The cemetery keeper pointed to Zhou Ning's back and said, "Did you see that person? Go three rows ahead of where that person is standing, and count to the seventh one."

"Okay, thank you." The man followed the guide and passed by Zhou Ning who was about to leave.He took a special look at the cemetery, didn't expect to see it clearly, but he just wanted to.

Straight to find the No. 97 cemetery, the man put the flowers in his hand in front of the stele, without saying a word.He stared at the black and white face on the tombstone as if he wanted to see through the tombstone. This tone was incompatible with the sunny smile.

I don't know how long it took for the man to speak slowly: "I heard that Song Yao is dead, he is so stupid. But he is really brave, I have to admit, maybe he really loves you. Fang Fan is very similar, the same extreme, the same stupid, and the same love for people who are teased by life and death. Amu, if you meet Fang Fan, remember to tell him for me, when you see me in the next life, hide away, don’t Let me provoke you again."

On the other side, two middle-aged couples with the same illness were sitting around a round table. This was the first time they had a meal together.

Mu Tianchang pushed the real estate certificate found in Mu Cheng's room to Song Yu and his wife, and said in a deep voice: "This is the house that Song Yao and Mu Cheng bought in City A before. The name is Song Yao, and now I return it to you. " Li Xin put his hands in his bag and rubbed a piece of paper, which was a will with fingerprints on Song Yao's real estate certificate.It said that the house was reserved for Mu Tianchang and his wife, but she didn't take it out. She didn't want any house, and everything she wanted had left her.

"We don't want the house. We only have one request, that is, Song Yao and Mu Cheng are buried together. We hope you can visit him often on our behalf." Su Zimin said with tears in his eyes. "What's more, Mu Cheng came to us before about his marriage with Song Yao, and we didn't agree. In fact, thinking about it now, we should thank you for standing by their side when they needed support and blessings the most. We are ashamed of this." Song Yu and his wife have nothing now, only a bank card left by Song Yao with a note on it, which is a password composed of their birthdays.

Song Yao always thought that the east wind he owed was a good time to propose, or a legal wedding.But he was wrong, he would never know that the "Dongfeng" that Mu Cheng mentioned was the approval and blessing of his parents.

It turns out that Mu Cheng has been negotiating with his parents behind his back. He has prepared the marriage certificate, the wedding dress, the ring, and even the wedding venue. He has prepared everything that needs to be prepared. Everything is ready, but still "only owes the east wind"...

But now everything is ready, the east wind is blowing, but the people are gone...

Together they endured the malicious eyes from the world, waited for the approval of their parents, and looked forward to the day when they entered the marriage hall. But I can't escape the parting of life and death, and I can't escape the tricks of good fortune.The fate is surly, and there is a burst of embarrassment about the past...

Life is as brittle as a reed, it is easy to break, but it is difficult to live in the wind and rain.

Pushing open the door of "Beloved" pet hospital, Mu Mu ran up and threw herself on Huai Yi'an, licking affectionately.

"Doctor Huai, please give me the address of brother Song Yao's graveyard? Mumu and I want to visit him." Xiao Yumeng handed over a small notebook and a pen, and looked at Huai Yi'an eagerly.

Huai Yi'an looked at her, then at the bouquet of yellow and white chrysanthemums in her hand, took the pen and paper and wrote two lines of elegant words and handed it back.

"Thank you. This is for you." Xiao Yumeng took out a photo from her pocket.

Huai Yi'an raised his hand to take it. In the photo, Mu Mu threw him to the ground, pressing on him and licking him non-stop.He looked at himself smiling brightly in the photo, as if he was infected, and a faint smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

Xiao Yumeng found Song Yao's tombstone with the cemetery address given by Huai Yi'an, and presented the bouquet of chrysanthemums, sobbing faintly: "Brother Song Yao, I brought Mumu to see you. Don't worry, we are very good friends now, I promise you, I will take good care of it and accompany it until it gets old..." After speaking, he touched Mu Mu who was sitting beside him waiting with tears in his eyes.

Mu Mu looked at the tombstone, moved his head, and seemed to be thinking about something like a human being.It's a pity that it can no longer recognize its master who once loved it. The familiar breath was buried with the long-buried ashes, and it has dissipated without a trace after wind and rain.The black-and-white photo engraved on the tombstone is too gray, and it is impossible to tell whether it is his master without looking closely. It's not that Mu Mu forgot, but it can't feel it...

Every story has an ending, good or bad; every season brings a new story that is either about you or not.

Hearing that the maple leaves in Canada are the most beautiful in the world, Su Tingjie proposed to the company to stay for further studies and went to this country known as the "Country of Maple Leafs" alone.Meng Lan has become the tea dregs that he soaked in the cup to dilute the taste, while Fang Fan is still the maple leaf that burnt the reddest in his heart.

Peng Ziwei organized the wedding in mid-May. His wife is an alumnus who studied at the same school as him, so the wedding photos were taken back to school.At that time, a girl sitting by the window in the teaching building touched the hand of the girl next to her with her elbow, and asked him to look at the couple taking wedding photos outside the window.The girl beside her tilted her head and imagined how she would look in a wedding dress, with a sweet smile on her face.

Zhou Ning looked at the small black shadow on the inspection handed by his wife, was surprised and happy at the same time, excitedly picked up his wife and walked around the living room, laughing heartily.His new mother's wife patted him on the back and told him to put her down so he wouldn't hurt the baby.He put his wife on the sofa, smirked and put his ear on his wife's flat belly to listen to the fetal movement.His wife pushed him: "He's only that old, what can you hear? What a silly dad." He still smirked.

Xie Hao is still suave and suave. He has always been worried about his father's objection to him marrying a New Zealand beauty back home. He didn't stop the cold war with his family until he met another more beautiful and sexy woman.

Xiao Yumeng opened a video account, uploading Jinmao Mumu and Mei's short daily life every day, gaining a large number of cat-sucking shit-shoveling official fans.She once said in a small video of bathing Mumu: "This golden retriever was sent to me by a very beautiful person. He is the most gentle person in the world."

Just after class, Li Xin received a call from Mu Tianchang: "I'm in the parking lot next to the teaching building. Come down quickly, or you'll be stuck in traffic later." I didn't ask you to pick me up, and the traffic jam is your own fault."

In the dark, Song Yu stared intently at the most elegant actor on the stage, watching her gestures under the light, with deep love in his eyes.After the play ended, he went backstage and gently put on his wife's coat: "Are you tired?" She shook her head and smiled like a little girl in love.

A boy in his early twenties ran into the Pet Hospital with a teddy in his arms, panicking: "Doctor, doctor! Help me see my dog, it's dying!"

"Put it on the hospital bed first." Huai Yi'an glanced at the bleeding little Teddy on his back, put on a mask and gloves to check the wound: "How did it hurt?"

"The one who forcibly teased other dogs on the road was bitten. You don't know, that Samoyed is very fierce. You can tell it's a male at a glance. Only a poor dog like me can't tell."

"..."

"Doctor, will it die?"

"No, it's just a minor injury, it'll be fine after it's dealt with."

"Oh, that's good. But it always provokes other males/dogs, you think it is not sick, right? Do you need to prescribe some medicine or something?" The boy looked serious.

"..." Huai Yi'an was speechless for a while. "Next time you go out, remember to keep the dog on the leash."

"Doctor, what's your name?"

"Huai Yi'an, the locust tree of Sophora japonica, memory of memory, An of Chang'an." Huai Yi'an only cared about Teddy's wound, and replied casually.

The boy looked at Huai Yi'an's serious look and fluttering eyelashes, and raised his hand to take off his mask in a mysterious way, but he slapped him away: "What are you doing?"

"I just want to see what you look like, doctor. Why are you so fierce? You really look like that Samoyed..."

"..." Huai Yi'an looked disgusted, as expected, if there is a master, there must be a dog.

Life is like a book with many missing pages.It's hard to call it a book, but it is a book.It's just that some books are thinner, some are thicker, some are slow-selling, and some are well-known.Don't pay too much attention to these, look at the content more, and you will find that they each have their own highlights, even if they have missed some important content.

The author has something to say:

It is mentioned in the article that Su Tingjie said that Song Yao who died for love was brave, not advocating that he can abandon his life for love, but everyone has different starting points and different understandings of death.Parents with body, hair, skin and skin can sacrifice their lives for the country, and they can sacrifice their lives for righteousness, but they must not be emotionally stupid. Black romanticism is not advisable in reality.

This is the end of the full text. Although few people read it, I am still very grateful to every reader.The original intention of writing this article is just to please myself, indulging in writing makes me happy, hahaha!Some chapters may be more literary, some chapters are very dark, and there are even small gaps between chapters, but I write carefully every time, carefully considering the timeline and logic.There may be many deficiencies, but I can't find them, and I hope readers who read them can point them out, and I will definitely correct them.

This is the first article I have ever written with a word count of more than [-]. I don’t know if I will continue to write it in the future. Of course, if I have new ideas and stories, I am still willing to share them with others.