Green Apple

The spring rain in Huaicheng is soft and long, covering everything with a moist veil. Six-year-old Shen Zhizhou stared blankly at the tombstone in front of him, his eyes covered by the soft rain. People around him sighed and mourned. Shen Zhizhou pursed his lips lightly. He couldn't explain what he felt at this moment. He only felt that the lingering rain was wrapping his heart like a spider web, making it extremely heavy. Wen Mian released his hold on his mother's clothes and stepped forward to hold Shen Zhizhou's little hand. Shen Zhizhou turned his head blankly, Wen Mian smiled sweetly and pulled Shen Zhizhou aside. "Hey, it's apple flavored. It's delicious." Wen Mian let go of his hand, and a candy wrapped in green icing appeared in the palm of his hand. Looking at Wen Mian's smile, Shen Zhizhou's eyes turned red, and he said calmly, "I, I don't have my parents anymore..." Wen Mian didn't know how to answer, so he had to imitate his mother's normal way of comforting him, and clumsily hugged Shen Zhizhou. The tight string in Shen Zhizhou's mind finally broke at this moment, and he burst into tears. Six-year-old Wen Mian is like the rain that day, soft and can never be wiped off when it falls on the heart. After ten years of separation, we met again. Wen Mian was wearing the school uniform she held in her arms. The sun fell on Wen Mian's shoulders. She tilted her head, smiled softly, and played with her friends beside her. Shen Zhizhou clenched his palms tightly and then loosened them, his throat feeling sore. In the past ten years, Shen Zhizhou had become accustomed to hearing the curses from his grandparents. He couldn't count how many times he had entered the dark room, but he always clutched the long-faded candy wrapper tightly. When they met again, Shen Zhizhou didn't dare to get close to Wen Mian. He was afraid that he would really bring misfortune to others like his grandparents said. But Wen Mian was not what Shen Zhizhou wanted. He always came uninvited, dragging him to the entrance of the alley to buy mung bean cakes, and dragging him to watch the sunset. He was silent and she spoke. If he doesn't smile, she smiles for him. The sixteen-year-old Wen Mian was like the sunshine after the rain, warm and melting Shen Zhizhou's heart that was about to freeze. With a medical certificate at the age of eighteen, there was no more rain or sunshine in Shen Zhizhou's world. Intention: Light up briefly, stay forever