When Song Wan was holding her daughter's hand and sharing ice cream on a park bench, a young member of the fire brigade next door was looking at her through the training net wall.
Later, she saw those eyes again at the funeral of her husband Zhou Ye. In front of the black and white photo, the young man's uniform epaulettes were soaked by the rain.
Song Wan's world was shattered. She was wearing black clothes and standing in the corner of the mourning hall with her daughter in her arms. Chen Jin went up to bow. She glanced at him and returned the bow with an empty expression.
Later, on a rainy night when her daughter had a high fever, he rushed into the emergency room with the child in his arms. His injured arm spread a large amount of blood on his white T-shirt.
She held the registration slip and looked at him, and finally asked: What is your name?
He was startled for a moment and said softly: Chen Jin
embers of ashes
She looked down at her daughter who was sleeping after the fever subsided in her arms, and suddenly remembered her husband's last text message.
Chen Jin met Song Wan for the first time - she was squatting by the slide to tie her daughter's shoelaces, her profile as gentle as a painting
Later, he "ran into" her countless times, in the park near the training base, next to the ice cream shop in front of the shopping mall, and every dusk he "happened to pass by."
He had seen her squatting down to play games with her daughter, he had seen her being hugged around the waist by Zhou Ye from behind, he had seen her smile and say to her husband, "Be safe."
He hides all his thoughts that he shouldn't have
Then he looked at the same her after a fire, wearing black clothes, holding her daughter, her eyes empty
The last text message Zhou Ye sent was only seven words: The fire is out, I'm going home.
When the fire goes out, the ashes will fall
But this "dust" finally settled in Song Wan's heart after seven long years of addiction.
Intention: Love without getting it
Reader comments
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Author, you are so good at writing [crying] [crying]
Absolutely, I haven't seen such delicate writing in a long time.
I accidentally discovered a treasure. Who knows! [Orange candy][Purple candy]
Woo woo woo, why is it so delicate? It makes people feel a little sad to see it.