"What kind of person is he?" Lin Xucheng felt a chill for no reason, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and even his voice was trembling.
Zhang Yi turned around and looked back at the person who asked her the question. Then she continued to wipe the tombstone. She seemed to have thought for a long time before giving her answer: "He cannot be considered a human being."
He cannot be considered a human being. Just like a car needs an engine to run, clothes need sewing to make them ready-made, mint needs the sun to grow, and sycamores need soil to survive, I need him to live this life. So, what kind of person is he!
"Is he good to you?" Lin Xucheng continued to test.
After Zhang Yi finished wiping the tombstone, he turned around and looked at him with a firm tone: "He gave me everything he could give."
"Do you still love him?"
"I never said that word to him."
"What about him?"
"He didn't say that either."
Zhang Yi turned back and took two steps closer to the tombstone. She reached out and touched the body of the tombstone, which was hot due to the sun. She didn't know whether she was talking to herself or to others. She said, "We are a whole. No one is complete without any piece, right?"
Lin Xucheng didn't ask any more questions. He stood behind Zhang Yi and looked at her back. Looking at this figure carefully touching the tombstone in silence, it seems as if he is recalling the past and saying goodbye silently.
I stand behind you and look at what this world has brought you, whether it is glory or loneliness, it is not you. The real you is only in this moment.
Intention: No intention
