Wedge
In the darkness, he lit a cigarette. The taste he had insisted on for a year was not what he loved, but what she loved deeply. Many times I smoke just to feel the smell, just like the smell on her body. The cigarette butt fell to the ground, sparking scattered points of light in the darkness. The wind blew, flipping the diary on the table.
You were born before I was born, but I was born before you were old.
I wish I could live with you at the same time, but I will be with you every day.
Mo Yan. I loved you so much.
____Marriage
Juanxiu's handwriting was so clear, as clear as if she had written it yesterday, but the date on it was already a year, a full 365 days, since she left. She was leaning on the table, and her profile was slightly blurred under the light. Stroke by stroke, write his name. It was as if this was engraved in his heart. Little did he know that this was a sign of her farewell.
He casually grabbed his coat from the sofa, opened the door and left the room.