That's all he has left.
A summer insect cannot talk about ice.
Carrying his memory, live on as dawn approaches.
In this way, he would never die. As a friend, he sincerely wished him happiness forever.
Goodbye, my one minute friend.
What is love?
No need to ask.
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After the white-haired young man disappeared, the surrounding buildings lost their obstruction, and bricks, stones and broken tiles pressed down towards Su Mingan.
Noel, who was standing not far away, saw Su Mingan standing motionless between the floors of buildings.
"——Su Ming'an! Get out of the way!!" Noel shouted.
The surroundings seemed to have suddenly been slowed down. In Noel's sight, Su Mingan slowly, slowly fell forward, accompanied by the rising dawn behind him.
Su Mingan's gaze froze for a moment on the morning light in the distance, as if he wanted to freeze this morning forever in his retina, and then his sight quickly blurred, and his eyes lightly swept over Noel.
The look gradually turned into nothingness, as if the color had suddenly faded away.
Noel's breathing stopped for a moment, and he almost thought he would drown in that look.
...Why he had a feeling.
...He seemed like he would lose Su Mingan at any time.
With a plop, Su Ming'an fell into the rain, the rain flooded over his ears, his face was pale, like a corpse covered in gray. If he died one day, it should be the same picture.
The invasion of rose blood, his long-term whispers, the abuse of mental stabilizers, the emotional resonance of repeated self-harm, the tense mental pressure, the pain of loss. The negative effects are stacked up to the point of suffocating.
He continued to fall in a daze, as if falling into the deep sea.
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While in a coma, Su Mingan had a dream.
In the dream, a white-haired young man was waiting for him in the rain with an umbrella.
Raindrops dripped down the oil-paper umbrella. Su Mingan walked forward, stood side by side with the white-haired young man, and looked at the ginkgo tree in the distance.
The silky spring rain fell on the leaves, rolling up the golden sky, like golden butterflies flying in the wind. Perhaps because of the dream, Su Mingan's thoughts were a little fuzzy. He didn't know who the white-haired young man was, nor did he know why he dreamed of this young man.
"What's your name?" Su Mingan asked.
“…” The white-haired young man answered him.
"What's your name?" Su Mingan didn't hear clearly and asked again.
"..." The white-haired young man answered him, still repeating the same answer.
"I've asked you twice, and every time I forget your name as soon as you say it." Su Mingan was a little annoyed.
He suddenly felt a lump in his throat. It seemed a pity that the white-haired young man had no name.
The white-haired young man was slightly startled, but raised his lips and smiled slightly.
He has a pair of light-colored pupils, white hair like flowing mercury, a gentle and pure temperament, like a smiling angel Samoyed without any mud:
"It doesn't matter. I don't have a name, and it doesn't matter."
"As long as you are my friend."
He moved closer and touched Su Mingan's forehead with his, as if to comfort him.
Although Su Mingan didn't know the young man's name, he thought that the young man must have a very nice name.
He and the white-haired young man stood side by side in the rain, staring at the endless downpour. The rain fell from the sky, sprinkled on the grass around them, and blew away the carpet of ginkgo leaves on the ground.
The rain gathered and dispersed on the ground, like blooming white flowers.
They waited for a very long time, until Su Mingan even forgot why he was standing there.
Until the white-haired young man took out a bamboo flute and started playing it softly. It was a tune that Su Mingan had never heard before, and the sound was clear and pleasant.
…
So Su Mingan asked the white-haired young man:
"What are you waiting for?"
Hearing this, the white-haired young man raised his head, and the moonlight sprinkled on his fluttering white hair, just like melting the snow on the mountain top that never melts all year round.
Between the deep green mountains, a lone wild goose was flapping its wings across the sky, flying towards the warm south.
When the first ray of sunlight shone on the white-haired young man's shoulders, his figure gradually dissipated like bubbles being blown away.
The white-haired young man smiled softly. He finally touched Su Mingan's forehead with his forehead. That smile was pure and pure, like a pure happiness.
All I could see was the dawn light filling the sky, like shooting stars in the daytime.
"Me," he said before disappearing.
“I’m waiting for a spring…”
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【It's great to meet you, Lewis. 】
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【Be my friend, Lewis. 】
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【Be my friend, Lewis. 】
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【friend. 】
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【friend. 】
…
【like. 】
【like? 】
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