Lengyou

"I used five years of youth to prove that we love each other, a death to prove that we are not suitable, and the regrets of the rest of your life to prove how much I loved you." Li Jiahe, a poor student in the art department, met Jing Zhengyi, the proud son of the finance department. He said love can conquer everything, and she risked everything to believe him. But she doesn't know that some love is born with shackles. His mother Qin Wanqing's check, anonymous reporting letter, his grandmother's subsistence allowance was suspended, the studio's lease was repossessed... Reality is like a dull knife, slowly cutting open the cloak of fairy tales. And he spent countless nights locked in his home, swallowing the "anti-anxiety medicine" given by his mother, calling her name over and over in hallucinations. The night before my grandmother died, she held her hand and said, "He He, grandma left this fifty thousand yuan for you." "Jing Zhengyi, let's not fall in love at the wrong time in our next life." "Also, I was pregnant with your child, and he died on that rainy night. Now, I am going to die too." Li Jiahe died in the spring of the year he was 25 years old, jumping from the rooftop of the hospital. Clutching in his hand was a yellowed hospital bill and a faded silver ring—things he had given to her while he was drunk and crying, but she had never worn. When he rushed to the hospital like crazy, all he saw was the dazzling red puddle on the ground. Later, Izhengyi never married and lived to the age of 80. He died under the cherry blossom tree in early spring, holding in his hand a photo of her from college. There is only one line engraved on the tombstone: The old snow never leaves the green mountains, and the spring scenery will never leave again.