Moli

Jin Moli's whole life was immersed in his parents' endless quarrels and cold harshness. She has been silent, tolerant, and vigilant since she was a child, like an unclaimed kitten hiding in the shadows. She is obviously among the crowd, but she always lives alone in the world. She didn't dare to approach people, didn't dare to believe in warmth, and didn't dare to expect that someone would really stay by her side. There is no light in her world, only depression, grievance and endless self-enclosure. Even her breathing is carried with cautious cowardice. Wen Zhimo had everything that others envied, including wealth, dignity, and glamor, but her life was filled with emptiness and loneliness from beginning to end. Her parents are far away abroad, and the huge mansion is silent all year round. She has grown up in the years without anyone around her. She doesn't know how to hug, how to get close, and how to put down her aloofness to get close to others. She seemed to have the whole world, but she couldn't even say a sincere word. Her soul was wandering and helpless, and she spent day and night alone without anyone caring about her. They are two trajectories that will not intersect. One is silent in the mud, and the other is wandering in the emptiness. Everyone thought they would end up alone like this. Until the dusk of the first day of school, the old jasmine tree behind the teaching building was in full bloom. When the wind blew, the white petals fell, and the light fragrance filled the entire twilight. They squatted down at the same time, feeding the same thin kitten. The moment their eyes met, there were no words or tests, but they could understand the loneliness, uneasiness and brokenness buried deep in each other's eyes at a glance. It turns out that there really are souls exactly like mine in this world. The two words "confidant" need not be expressed in words, they are already connected. Wen Zhimo's initiative is restrained and gentle, never forcing, never crossing the line, and only quietly extending a little warmth; Jin Moli's defense is hard and fragile, full of vigilance, but in that jasmine fragrance, the hard shell of many years is slowly removed. They were in the same class, walked together, watched falling flowers together, guarded a kitten together, and hid the pain in their hearts together. In the years when no one understood them, they became each other's only light, only support, and only concern. They share the dusk, share their fears, save each other, and rely on each other for life. It's obviously so gentle, it's obviously so compatible, it's obviously hard to grasp a little warmth. But fate never wants to be kind to two people who have already been scarred. Later, Jin Moli died suddenly due to illness. When Wen Zhimo arrived, she lay quietly in her arms and never opened her eyes again. There was no grand farewell, only a weak and almost inaudible "Don't be alone", which completely disappeared in the jasmine fragrance. Wen Zhimo hugged his increasingly cold body, without roaring or collapsing, only silent tears falling drop by drop, wetting Mo Li's clothes and the fallen flowers on the ground. For the first time in her life, she learned to embrace, for the first time her heart moved, for the first time she had a close friend, and for the first time she was no longer alone. But as soon as she learned it, she lost it. She returned to her empty home holding Jin Moli's ashes. The once huge and deserted house now no longer even breathes. The fragrance of jasmine is still there, the dusk is still there, and the wind will blow off the petals, but the person who is connected to her soul will never appear again. Wen Zhimo held the ashes tightly in her arms, like holding the light for the rest of her life. She gently stroked the cold porcelain box and called her name over and over again, her voice as light as a sigh and as broken as falling flowers. In the silence and fragrance of jasmine that filled the room, she chose to kill herself by cutting her neck and let her go. This time, they are no longer separated. No one will quarrel anymore, no one will travel far away, no one will live alone in the world anymore. The wind falls on the jasmine, and the fragrance fills the underworld. We are close friends all our lives and depend on each other all our lives. We cannot sleep together in life, and we must go to the same place in death. Intention: to meet each other in the barren years, to redeem each other with preference, and to prove with life that although love is short-lived, it can span life and death.