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He stood alone in front of the tombstone, and the picture on the tombstone was Kuang Xia with a bright smile on his face.

Kuang Xia's attending doctor said very early on that only 1% of patients clinically suffer from pure mania, and most patients suffer from mania and depression at the same time.

Thinking about it carefully, probably from the time he brought Kuang Xia out of the police station, Kuang Xia was often immersed in guilt and self-loathing, even the attending doctor and his enlightenment could not completely bring her out.In addition, his physical condition was really bad during that time, and he didn't have so much energy to focus on others. When Kuang Xia turned from the extreme of mania to depression, he really didn't know.

As the name suggests, after catching up with the end of the manic summer, Kuang Xia jumped down from the top of the building, making herself stay in the best years of her life forever.

"Teacher Fu." Tuza's weak voice came from behind, he broke away from the flood of thoughts, and put down the large string of stars in his hand.

"Are you coming to see Kuang Xia too?" He moved aside, watching Tu Za put down a large bouquet of white chrysanthemums in his hand.

Tuza nodded, without Kuang Xia, there was nothing to talk about between the two of them for most of the time.

"I'm going to travel for a while to relax. Those cooperations have been finalized. Call me if you have urgent matters."

"Okay." Tu Za watched him turn and leave, and couldn't help but said, "Mr. Fu."

He just turned slightly sideways.

Tuza looked at his expressionless side face, and suddenly realized: "It's nothing... sorry."

He didn't say anything, just walked down the mountain step by step while holding a black umbrella.

Tuza thought, this was probably the last time the two met.

"I'm really the only one left now."

When the house was preparing for Kuang Xia's funeral, it was listed on the exchange. The asking price was not high, the location was good, the house type was good, and the orientation was good. It was bought quickly, and many things in the house were almost cleaned up now.

All the books were packaged and donated under a pseudonym to the elementary school he once attended. The elementary school is located in the mountains. Although it is much better than 15 years ago, the number of teachers is far from enough.

All the tableware, cups, furniture, etc. were sold through the second-hand market, and some were left for the next homeowner. I only kept a thermos cup that I had used for a long time for myself.

He took a last look around this house which wasn't warm and lively at first, and now there was only an empty house left. He handed over the key to the next owner who was waiting at the side, and turned to leave with his bulging hiking bag on his back.

He didn't think about where to go, but there was an impulse that had been there since the funeral. He wanted to go back to the place where he lived and take a look, which could be regarded as... making up for his last regret.

—— "So, can I see you again? Even if you are with your lover."

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Let me tell you the key points of this little story:

Rather boring, depressing (can’t accept a lot of glass slag in the sugar, please go to the upper right corner), have a clear theme (??? connect it yourself or wait for me to finally write the idea or ignore it), chapter 0 contains plot direction (including the ending ), I personally think it is a refreshing little story, pure love on the surface but no cp (both are in the past tense), in short, it is a cheating little story (the full text is on file).