"Wait for me, wait for me, wait for me to come back and marry you."
She believed it and waited for eight years.
From the sketchbook in the classroom, to the hair falling out in the chemotherapy room, to the diagnosis of late-stage gastric cancer, to the rotten stomach and dry heart, the light in my eyes turned to ashes.
…
"Advanced gastric cancer, I can't survive more than three months."
"Lu Jingran, I've been waiting for you for a long, long time. My stomach is rotten and my heart is withered. What you said about 'marry me' turned out to be just a casual pastime in your senior year of high school."
Eight years later, on May 18, he returned to China and planned to get married. Someone mentioned "Shen Jinhan", but he frowned: "I have no impression."
On May 24, when she died on the hospital bed, he exchanged rings at the wedding ceremony. Her final text messages on his mobile phone were deleted as harassment messages.
"Chen Yuya, after you left, I was broken into pieces."
Chen Yuxuan is guarding her old residence, with 5,723 unsent messages stored in her mobile phone.
Every word is crazy, every sentence is madness.
None of the 5,723 messages were successfully sent, all of which were caused by his own chaos.
He jumped down, like a locust leaf reflected red by fireworks, falling silently into the hustle and bustle of the New Year.
Since then, every New Year's Eve fireworks take off, he is always awakened by stomach pain.
In the dream, there was a vague girl holding the drawing paper and asking: "When will you come back?"
And he still couldn't answer the late "I'm sorry".
Intention: regret, youth, one-way running