Mrs. Guan from the rouge shop handed me a thick stack of wine-gold notes. I reached out to take them, and then scattered them out one by one. I saw them flying all over the sky in the cold wind, like miserable butterflies all over the sky.
After the funeral, Yibi handed me a gift bag and said to Xiang Tianxin that I should give it to you.
I took it and hugged her. I said Yibi, Yibi, my grandpa, he is dead. I lost my only relative.
Her voice was hoarse, and I was used to seeing her say these things.
She said, Xiaoer, loneliness is a fortune. You have to learn to get used to it and enjoy it, and accept the strength it gives you.
I looked up and saw the sky above Wucheng, gloomy and calm, with a gloomy gray-blue face.