The sunshine on New Year's Day is warm, and the air it shines is warm.
The lights, people, and things on the street are all bright red.
He was sitting in a rocking chair, covered with a thin light blue blanket. Old people say that before people die, they will think about the best scene in their lives.
A faint golden light penetrated through the branches and fell on him. He squinted slightly and remembered that day again in his ears.
"Do you think I will have it one day?"
The young man in his memory answered swornly: "Yes!"
"We will be honest together from now on."
"I want to tell my family, friends, and the whole world that you are my Qiao Fang's lover!"
"I want you to be the one I can buy a ring from just once in my life."
Three hundred long blessing lanterns illuminate the moon.
The master looked at the prayer hall filled with red candles and knelt down to pray over and over again for the love of his life.
Later, some people hated him and despised him, while others rushed to his world without hesitation in the last days.
He doesn't like cremation or erecting a tomb, and he is also afraid that in ten years there will be only dead branches and leaves in front of the tomb.
At the wedding in the dream, there were angels playing joyful trumpet music in the sky, and the pastor was smiling.
Everyone wore their best clothes, raised their most beautiful smiles, and held bunches of vibrant flowers full of blessings in their hands.
There he stepped on the pure white carpet, and the wind of the God of Love blew the soft hair around his temples with rose petals, and walked step by step towards the person he loved most.
"Chen Yan, my name is Chen Yan. The Yan who drowned. My life is just like my name, drowned in a muddy swamp. I hope that in the next life, I will be the smoke of mist and rain, the mist and rain in the city."
[St. Michael] Heart-warming Guardian Attack Jiang Cheng × [Raphael] Gentle and Cruel Life-suffering Chen Yan
Fanfic: "He licks the red in the city smoke"
Use weeds to commemorate me. Roses are too expensive and weeds are everywhere.
Author: fifty-eight-year-old young
Preview of the author's new book: "Wild Poppy"
Intention: When you are seriously ill and your life is over, don't dwell on the past.
