The dusk is deep, and the yellow leaves are dancing in the wind, swirling a few times, and falling down. The wind rises, sweeping the dust around, unwilling, unwilling, and forced to retreat, disappearing into the dust between ups and downs, disappearing...
This is not autumn yet, but it is bleaker than autumn, for him. This year, he was eight years old and she was seven years old.
"You said, will you forget me?" She stared wide-eyed, trying hard not to shed tears.
"Yes." He shook off her hand and lowered his head.
"Why?" Tears slipped silently from the corner of her mouth, but she remained persistent.
"Because, life." Turning around, he couldn't bear to hurt her.
"Why?!" She cried, hugging him desperately.
"Forget me, just remember that someone gave you this piece of jade and feel its tenderness." He held her hand, pressed a gentle kiss, tied the jade around his waist, and put it into her palm. "Then forget the person who gave you this piece of jade. Xiao Xi. Live a good and happy life."
He left without hesitation.
"No! I will never forget you! Never, even if you forget me, I will still remember you!"
Xiao Xi, let's go. Her maid called her from a distance. She watched him go, from clear to blurry, and gradually disappeared from her sight, disappearing by the clouds.
"Don't call me Xiao Xi again. I don't allow anyone other than him to call me that. You don't deserve it, hum!"
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