The sky was dark and dark, with dark clouds lying low. It was obviously a hot and anxious midsummer, but there was a piercing chill on the soles of my feet. The wind was howling, and the thick branches groaned in pain. One sound after another. The freshly picked roses are as tender and red as blood. I held it, letting the sharp piercings pierce the skin, ticking, and one after another extremely beautiful flowers bloomed on the stone. I lit a cigarette, stood next to his grave, looked at the still clear photo on the stone tablet, and said, "Yin You, long time no see." The young man in the photo had an expressionless face, and his pure black pupils were full of indifference, as if he scorned my words. I smiled, threw the cigarette in my hand on the muddy ground, and crushed it hard with my toes. "Yin You, don't follow me anymore, okay?" For a long time, he didn't hear his answer. I reached out and touched the boy's face, and his bloody fingertips turned his face into a bloody mess. He looked at me ferociously. The temperature on the stone tablet froze my warm blood, and what was passed into my heart was a heart-piercing coldness. "Yin You, haven't you always listened to me? Just treat it as..." "My last request, okay?"
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