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    The afterlife comes from the north.  Just arrived in this city.  He speaks poor Mandarin, which often makes Nanfang laugh out loud.

    He likes to draw pictures.

    Every night I go to the square to draw pictures.

    He painted crowds and neon lights.  Draw a drunk woman.

    Nan Nan sat beside him, watching him quietly.

    The light from the street lamp shone brightly on his face.

    Perhaps because of the darkness, I suddenly felt that his side face was very beautiful.

    Serious men look best.

    After finishing the painting, they happily drank canned beer.

    Talk about many things.

    Work, ideal, life.

    "Why did you come to the South?" South asked.

    "You don't need any reason to come to a city. When you come, you come."

    "Painting is your profession?"

    "No ordinary hobby. Didn't I tell you, I'm a fashion stylist." He laughed.

    They meet every day.

    Even though that square is far from where the South lives.  She needs to go for a long time.

    He will leave an empty seat next to her for her.  Like an old friend who has known for many years.  No need to talk too much.

    Afterlife.

    His name is like the unfinished fate of the previous life, wasted to the ashes of this world.

    When they are free, they will go out to play together.

    Maybe it's just a simple bus ride.  Back and forth over and over again.  They basically saw every corner of the city.

    She wanted to ask him many times, did she meet a girl named Beibei?

    She couldn't find the reason why she didn't ask.

    I always feel that the shadow of the north is hidden in him.

    For example, he likes to watch the sunrise as much as the north.

    Like the north, I like to write with my left hand.

    Just like the north, I like to eat sweets

    The way he was wearing a shirt, the peace and quiet on his face like some kind of hallucination.

    On a boring afternoon, two hands approached unconsciously, embraced and kissed uncontrollably.

    He gently stroked her long hair.

    He always waited quietly for her to go out.

    In the cold winter, he put her cold red hands into his pockets.

    When he was sick, he was always by his side patiently.

    This is the warmth that the south desires most.

    Everything came too suddenly, too happy.

    Before encountering the afterlife, she felt that she would not fall in love with anyone, and that a cold heart would not be melted.  But the appearance of the afterlife is undoubtedly the sun in the cold winter.  Completely illuminate her world.

    So, they decided to get married.

    The wedding was set on Nanfang's 30th birthday.

    The South wanted to tell the North the good news.

    I have sent countless messages, but to no avail.  No one replied to her.  The head of the north is always dim and pitch black.  Like forgotten statues.

    As the date approaches day by day.

    The performance of the next life is not happy, excited.

    His eyes were as serious as summer rain.

    The day before the wedding.

    When the south pushed open the door of the room.  But heard the cry of the next life.

    Sadness is like a boundless river.

    Nan Nan's hand holding the bag was shaking.

    Hearing the sound in the next life, he turned around and looked back.  In the unlit room, Nanfang stood in the shadows.

    "Who the hell are you?" South asked.

    "me¡­"

    "I want to hear the truth."

    "I suddenlysuddenlysuddenly remembered a friend"

    "who?"

    "Her name is North."

    "North?"

    "Yes. Her name is North."

    It's been a long time, and I haven't heard this name again.  Like an electric current that smashes through the whole body.

    Nanfang wept uncontrollably.

    Pictures of memories kept flying through my mind.

    North, the name she had always missed.

    "I also know a girl, her name is Beibei" Before Nannan could finish speaking.

    In the next life, turn on the light and hand a photo in front of her.

    Familiar faces immediately appeared in front of my eyes.

    North with short hair, standing under a big tree, smiling like a flower.

    "Where is she?"

    "A year ago, the cancer recurred. There was no way to save it."

    "Why did you tell me now?"

    "You never asked me."

    South turned to the back of the photo.

    A row of delicate pen writing draws the eye.

    "An angel will protect you for me."

    "This is Beibei before he died. He asked me to send it to you when you get married."

    ""

    "She told me a lot about you. In the past few years, she has been fighting cancer. She said thank you for being with her in her last good life."

    "Nononoimpossible." Nanfang yelled frantically.

    "Do you still remember the first time you met in the bathroom of the hotel?"

    "Whatwhat's the matter"

    "That day, she contemplated committing suicide. Because she was fed up with the pain. But she met youshe decided to survive."

    "Who are you?"

    "I met Beibei when we were traveling. I have always liked her."

    "You've been lying to me"

    "Before Beibei left, she said that you were the most worrying thingyou are a girl who needs loveshe wants to give you warmthshe hopes that I can protect you"

    "Enoughenough"

    South roared and ran out the door.

    She finally heard the answer.  About the north, about the afterlife.

    She finally understood why she hadn't asked about the north, and why she didn't want to mention it.

    The North occupies an important position between her and the afterlife.

    that day.  She didn't come home.  Along the city, keep walking, keep walking.

    There is no longer any strength left.

    She sat on a cold stone.

    ~I have been longing for warmth.  But I never knew warmth was mutual.

    ~I thought that if I escaped from a place, my life would be different.

    I am always me.

    ~I used to think that my grandma's poverty and illness were a burden that tormented me, but it turned out that it was my first warm time.

    ¡«If you can follow the call from the north regardless of everything, will you be able to see the last side

    ¡«If I could tell about the North to my next life earlierI love him, but I reject himMaybe I never trusted him

    ~What have I missed all these years?

    I feel like I've never been loved, actually, I've been loved all the time

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