Yu Wanfeng wrinkled her nose and said, "I now understand why I am so sad when Xu Mingchuan passed away."
"He is so young, I feel regretful and incredible. He is my good friend and your good friend. He was all well at the beginning, how could he leave alone?"
"I've thought about it a lot, but I still feel that I can't accept it. I'm also afraid. I feel that I might become the next one. I'm afraid that you and my mother, Huai Jin, or Huo Chengyu, and that you all may become the next one."
"Zhong Chumian, I can't stand this."
Yu Wanfeng buried her head in his arms, her voice muffled.
Zhong Chumian just rubbed her hair very lightly and softly.
Yu Wanfeng raised her head again, let go of Zhong Chumian's waist, sat beside him, reached out and stroked his cheek: "Zhong Chumian, if you want to cry, just cry."
She knew that he had been enduring.
I didn't cry in front of her, because I was afraid that she would feel even more uncomfortable.
Zhong Chumian's eyes flickered slightly.
He lowered his head, resting on Yu Wanfeng's shoulder, snuggling into her arms like a child.
"Xiao Wan, I can't accept it either."
Unable to accept it, Xu Mingchuan left.
After saying this, Zhong Chumian burst into tears.
He didn't cry out loud, and let the tears wet Yu Wanfeng's skirt quietly.
"I met him at the age of thirteen, and it has been thirteen years now. I thought there would be many more years, and we still had many things to experience. When I got married, he would come, and when his child was full moon, I Will go. When we grow old, we can still fight over a trivial matter to get blushed and thick necks."
"I thought these things would happen, because we are all young. However, I never thought that young people can die."
"Xiaowan, I thought I was a rational person who could face life and death calmly. When my mother died, I sat next to her and listened to every word she said to me. She said, Chu Mian, everyone is going to die, People who can accompany you will leave one by one, don't be sad, you must know that this is normal."
"But this kind of thing happened once six years ago, and it happened again six years later. I just realized that I am actually a very fragile person. I am fragile and selfish. I can calmly deal with the death of others, but I cannot accept that something happened to you. "
Zhong Chumian's voice was a little choked, and he sighed.
Take a long breath.
Yes, people are calm and rational sometimes, but when it comes to matters related to relatives and friends, they become vulnerable and selfish.
If the mountain of the times does not fall on your head, how will you know what is heavy.
How do you know what grief is.
Easier said than done.
Yu Wanfeng raised her hand and patted his head, as if to comfort him.
Then, combed his knuckles into his hair.
His hair is thick and hard, unlike hers, which is soft.
Zhong Chumian grabbed her hand and raised his eyes, which were red.
Yu Wanfeng looked at him and felt that he had found a harbor in his heart.
So I wanted to lean in, and I was no longer precarious.
"Let's see him off." Yu Wanfeng said.
They took out the kite.
A kite made of white paper, small, with a smiling face drawn on the white background.
At that time, Yu Wanfeng said that a smiling face is the essence of Xu Mingchuan.
They also said that when the wind calmed down, they would fly a kite and pray for Xu Mingchuan.
Praying for his health, safety and speedy recovery.
But it's useless.
People have left.
The smiling face on this kite makes people feel distressed.