[He and his twelfth year died in the secular spring]
The first time I saw Song Nansheng in the south of Chen was in the autumn when the ginkgo trees were covered with trees.
The man was wearing a light gray windbreaker, carrying a chocolate cake, standing outside the crowd and waving to him: "Anan, here."
He threw himself into his arms, and the scent of soap locust enveloped his entire youth.
Later Chen Nan found out——
As warm as that autumn was, how cold was the following spring.
[He spent twelve years, but he still failed to get a signature qualification]
On the day Song Nansheng had a car accident, Chen Yinan was kneeling at the door of the ICU.
The nurse handed over the consent form for the operation: "Are you a family member?"
He said I was his lover.
The nurse said, "Sorry, it needs legal recognition."
He held the pen but could not write his name.
Twelve years.
In the end, he was just his "good friend" in this world.
[He knelt for a lifetime, just begging them to take a look]
The day Song Nansheng went to Chen's house, he wore the most formal suit.
Kneel on the ground with your forehead touching the ground:
"Uncle, please give us a chance."
In exchange, Chen Yinan was locked up and he himself was admitted to the hospital.
Lying on the hospital bed, he answered the call from Chen Nan, and his first sentence was:
"Uncle didn't hit you, did he?"
He protected him until his death.
[On the day he jumped into the river, I was holding his ashes]
On the day of the cremation, Chen Yinan stood by the river holding the urn.
The wind was strong, so he lowered his head and pressed it against the cold box:
"A Sheng, wait for me."
Then he jumped.
Fourteen days later, a body was recovered from the lower reaches of the river.
He was wearing a white shirt, holding an urn, and his face was clean.
The old man in the village said: Even the fish in the river are reluctant to touch this baby.
[They could not die in love, so they died together]
If there is no room for us in this world.
Then I'll go find him.
There is no worldly perspective there,
There is nothing that cannot be signed,
No one said "you're just friends."
Asheng, I'm here to find you.
This time, you can't push me away.
#Himhis12thyear# ## #wai#
Intention: Love is unintentional, it is different from others in the world