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Qin Mo has been secretly in love with Shen Jiao since the first year of junior high school. This is a secret that only she knows. Until the summer of my sophomore year of high school. Qin Mo's hands were still shaking when he took the diagnosis certificate. Qin's mother leaned on her husband's shoulder and sobbed softly. Qin's father patted his wife's back who couldn't stop crying. The doctor on the side was also sighing. How come a seventeen-year-old child who is not yet a minor has terminal cancer? Alas. Soon after, Qin's mother went to No. 8 Middle School to suspend Qin Mo's studies and stay in the hospital. At Qin Mo's plea, Qin's mother agreed to perform the last two pieces of music on the school's thirty-seventh anniversary before being hospitalized. This may be the last time she plays the piano in her life. On the last day of No. 8 Middle School, Qin Mo came to Class 27, his class. "It's great. You still have a long, long future, but I don't have any." —— "Qin Mo... Died on the Mid-Autumn Festival in September." When Shen Jiao heard Xu Yuyan say this, his soul seemed to have been sucked out of him. "What did you say?" Xu Yuyan didn't speak, but he heard it. On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, I finally made up my mind to send Qin Mo a text message: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival. No one responded, and the text message fell into obscurity. Xu Yuyan looked at his expression and sighed: They obviously like each other, but... It can only be said that God does not favor this couple. Xu Yuyan handed over a box: "Uncle Qin and Aunt Qin found this when they were packing Qin Mo's belongings. It should be for you. They asked me to hand it over to you." Xu Yuyan stuffed the box into Shen Jiao's arms and left. Shen Jiao had not yet completely recovered from the emotion just now, and looked at the box blankly. It turned out that when she said goodbye to him that day under the sunset, it was actually a farewell. —— July 11th is Qin Mo's birthday. Shen Jiao came to the Han River with a box and violin. Yes, he was admitted to her dream university, H City Conservatory of Music. Shen Jiao sat down by the river. He didn't know who he was talking to, but he seemed to be muttering to himself: "Look, I won a lot of awards." Shen Jiao took out various certificates and trophies from the box as he spoke: "Can I give them all to you?" "He Xu and Cui Lexheng are happy enemies together. Can you imagine the way these two get along after they get married?" He smiled. "I have perfected the music you wrote that year. Can I play it for you to listen to?" Shen Jiao took out his violin and started playing it by the river. Pedestrians passing by saw it and were attracted by the sound of the piano. They stopped and listened to the music. Some even recorded it with their mobile phones. After the song ended, Shen Jiao sat down again. "Do you still remember what you said in your letter that when a person dies at his happiest time, he will turn into a shooting star? I really saw a shooting star in the sky that day. Was it you?" "Mo Mo, I don't think I've ever called you that." "Mo Mo, I miss you so much, can I go find you?" No one answered. "If you don't answer, I'll take it as your consent." With that said, Shen Jiao stood up, jumped into the river under the scorching sun. The pedestrians who had just stopped to enjoy the song were about to leave when they heard a "plop". Looking back, they saw that the boy had jumped and hurriedly ran over. Other passers-by also called 119 and 120 to find someone to rescue the boy from the water. Shen Jiao swam to the deepest part of the river, and then sank naturally. When firefighters pulled the man out, he was no longer breathing. The next day, #violin star Shen Jiao committed suicide by jumping into the river# became a hot search topic. —— She had been secretly in love with him for five years. She always believed that in his heart, she was just a junior high school classmate and had no special status. After she dies, there will be none. As everyone knows, in this fruitless relationship, she is not the only one who pays. Her boy is like the scorching sun, like a blazing fire, and she just wants to watch him silently from a distance. His girl was born for music, but due to fate, she returned to the light where she was meant to be, just like the sunshine on a sunny day. Late cancer girl × warm sun boy Intention: Live up to youth