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"Young man, what are you shouting for?" A hoarse voice shouted from the right.

Song Yu ignored it.The old man next to him didn't stop him anymore.

"Boy, can you tune this radio for me?"

The old man shouted, and the radio on the stone bench blared.

Song Yu didn't move.

"Boy."

Song Yu wiped her eyes and wanted to leave.

"This person is just like this machine. It can work after repair. If it is broken, I can't hear its sound. I feel uncomfortable all morning, but after a long time, I will get used to it. I just need to watch it more. It’s just a long time. Life is easy, it’s hard to say, but it’s easy to say.”

Song Yu stopped, turned around and walked towards the old man's house.

It didn't take long for the radio to start blaring the news.

"Thanks to you, young man, otherwise I would have to mess around here, old man. Why, did something happen to me?"

"The person I love is married."

"It's really sad. But if it's gone, I'll find another one. I'm still young, so why worry?"

"I'm 34 and there's no one better than him."

"Your idea is bad, too stubborn will not have good results."

"He once fell in love with me, and not long ago he suddenly said that he would marry his son. I was left like this. I thought I could let him go, but after watching his wedding today, I regretted it a little. Get it back, I don't want to be separated from him at all."

"Young man, you said that a painting, even if it looks okay, has been added a few strokes by a painter. Whether it is finished or deviated, you think it can be restored to its original appearance. ?"

Song Yu was a little taken aback, seeming to understand but not understanding.

The old man said to himself: "So, a broken mirror is reunited, and it's hard to get it back when it's overwhelmed. Everything is measured by a ruler, and each point is marked by a scale. It can't be easily erased."

"Even if you snatch people back, it's not yours to take back the one with the mark on it."

Song Yu climbed for a long time, and it was past seven o'clock when he reached the top of the mountain.

It took a full hour and a half, a bit longer than that.

It was still summer when Jiang Yu and Jiang Yu came here, and both of them were shocked by the scenery on the mountain. They made an appointment to come up next time in winter to see if there would be a different kind of fun.

Song Yu thought, probably there is no such opportunity.

Although I am alone now, I don't want to keep breaking my oath, these empty promises, one less is one.

Each one is a debt!

He doesn't know what other people think, he just doesn't want to be read all the time after he dies, saying that he owes this and lacks that.

There is still a long time before Lichun.

There are still a few small snowflakes floating on the mountain.

In the morning, there was heavy cold dew on the mountain, Song Yu took off the little felt hat on top of his head, and his hands were wet and cold.

Even though he had put on a lot of clothes, he still felt surprisingly cold.

Unexpectedly, Song Yu only felt relaxed, and he felt elated standing on the top of the mountain.

Although he only saw his feet.Looking up and down from the outside, it is full of smoke, like a fairyland.

Song Yu took out the photo in the pocket of the down jacket. In the photo, the two people were face to face, and what overflowed from the film was contagious happiness.

The most attractive thing about Jiang Yu inside is that bright toothy smile. Even Song Yu, who is usually a bit proud, has a slight smile on his lips, and the background is the verdant Huaishan in summer.

Revisiting the old place, the scenery here is still beautiful.

You are still by my side, how nice.

You see, everyone is doing so well.

I'm having a great time too.

Song Yu said that his eyes were red, and he thought it must be blown by the wind.

He is very happy now, never before, the joy of reunion after a long absence.

Song Yu took off her bright red down jacket and folded it next to her left foot, and put her hat upright, facing forward.

What was left was the dress and suit that the two of them wore when they took their wedding photos, and when Jiang Yu attended their wedding.

Jiang Yu got married twice, once as a party and once as a spectator.

It’s all this set of clothes, which one has a deeper meaning is too unclear, and I don’t want to delve into it.

Song Yu was smiling, and the corners of her lips curled up the same way as in the photo, almost overlapping.

Xiaoyu, I love you.

But I don't want to love you anymore.

I'm leaving.

I am really tired.

Clearly...obviously said...but...

The voice behind was intermittent, with the wind in between, it was very vague.

Song Yu looked a little dazed, the photo in his hand was blown up into the sky by the wind without noticing, Song Yu didn't respond.

Xiao Yu.

Song Yu looked forward, as if seeing that handsome face.

He stepped forward involuntarily, raising his right hand to grab something.

The next moment he stepped on the air, Song Yu smiled and closed his eyes in resignation.

The cold wind whistled past his ears, making his cheeks sore.

Song Yu opened her arms, and the next moment, she crashed directly into the cold Huaihe River.

The coldness from all directions poured into Song Yu's mouth and nose, surrounding him fiercely.

Song Yu felt suffocated and couldn't breathe.

He didn't struggle, and let the temperature pull away from his body little by little.

He felt himself dying.

elder brother.Brother Yu.

Someone is calling him.

There was a smile in his voice.

He couldn't find the direction of the sound.

I like you for a long time.

I want to be with you forever.

I will always be nice to you.

...Xiao Yu.Xiao Yu.

Goodbye really.this time.

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