Lu Qiyan is the light, and Jiang Cisui is a person who grew up under the light. The story begins with Lu Qiyan's sudden death due to cerebral hemorrhage. Jiang Cisui knelt on the ground to catch his fallen body, and the world was shattered in two. But Lu Qiyan came back, opened the door, and saw Jiang Cisui sitting on the sofa, with his long hair hanging down to cover his face. "You're back." "Well, I won't leave again." Jiang Cisui was quiet for a long time and said, "I don't believe it." That's not indifference, it's fear - fear that this is another dream. Lu Qisui knelt down and held him in his arms like he did many years ago: "This time it's not a dream, you try to hit me." Jiang Cisui really hit me, very gently, and then cried, silently and tremblingly, crying all the tears he had accumulated in the past few years at once. The sweet-scented osmanthus bloomed outside the window, and the fragrance filled the house, like a long-overdue hug. The end was one afternoon, the two of them were sitting by the window drinking tea, the sweet-scented osmanthus fell on the windowsill, no one spoke, they just drank quietly. Like nothing happened, like everything has just begun. The old light is not dead light, it is rekindled
Intention: Death is not the end, and those who are remembered will come back in another way.