On the day Zhou Songlin moved into Lin Qingshan's house, one suitcase had been packed for twenty-four years.
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When Zhou Songlin asked to eat the meal cooked by Lin Qingshan,
Lin Qingshan glanced at him, said nothing, and placed an extra bowl of rice on the table.
Later, Zhou Songlin learned that this man, who lived alone, didn't like to smile, and whose workstation was as clean as if no one had ever sat on it, would cook an extra portion of the meal, watered the flowers too frequently and would talk about it, and he would remember everything even though he didn't say anything.
Zhou Songlin had insomnia and was still scrolling through his cell phone at three in the morning. The pill bottle sits on the bedside table and has been taken for two years.
Lin Qingshan didn't know, but he found that this man didn't sleep much.
The days went by like that. A bowl of noodles, a pot of flowers, a cup of milk tea, and the words "go to bed early".
Zhou Songlin felt that the past few years were probably the best in his life.
He took Lin Qingshan to the Taoist temple.
He was kneeling there, very pious.
Lin Qingshan asked him what he wished for.
Zhou Songlin did not tell him or the superior gods.
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Zhou Songlin died one day after his twenty-eighth birthday.
There was no suicide note, no diary, just a suitcase that contained his twenty-eight years.
The phone was locked with a password and Lin Qingshan could not open it. The lock screen wallpaper was a photo of the two of them together in front of the Taoist temple.
Five years later, Lin Qingshan went to that Taoist temple alone.
He knelt in every temple.
In the Palace of Suffering, he kowtowed three times.
Lin Qingshan x Zhou Songlin
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Purpose: Only after some people come in your life do you realize that life can be lived by two people. He didn't make it across, but the mountain was still there. Cherish the people around you, don't wait until there is only one person left to make a wish.