The rain dripped down Mo Jingchun's trouser legs and onto the green stone slab next to the tombstone.
Mo Jingchun half-knelt down and put his face close to his mother Yang Xue's tombstone.
Mo Jingchun stared closely at his mother's gray photo, as if trying to find his answer in her smiling face.
"Jingchun, find that special person and let her love you for me."
When Mo Jingchun heard his mother's voice, his heart trembled and he stood up from the ground, turned around and looked behind him.
“Huahua…”
The drizzle in the air made an elusive sound, and the world seemed to pause for a moment, but as Mo Jingchun looked back, everything returned to normal.
Mo Jingchun closed his eyes and opened them again. He was now standing next to his mother's tombstone, looking at the stacked tombstones and the green road behind him, nothing.
The feeling just now was like shivering from the rain, it was just an illusion of the body.
"Mother, please tell me what it means to be special. I thought I understood it before, but the reality is that I seem to be still as cowardly as when I was a child."
Mo Jingchun was finally able to speak. He turned around and half-knelt on the ground again, looking at his mother's portrait in front of him.
"I used to think that when two people hugged each other tightly, their eyes met, and they connected, that was love."
“But now it seems that this is not the case.”
Mo Jingchun stopped talking, raised his head and closed his eyes, letting the cold rain fall on his face.
Accepting the past and the present may be the condition for love to be elevated to a higher level. Two people develop a love, and through this love, the gaps in their hearts are filled.
This is the only way to happiness.
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