On her birthday, Lin Meng came to the pine tree in front of the temple as promised. She looked up at the red strings hanging on the tree, on which she wrote her wishes for herself and others.
Lin Meng used her eyes to search for the red rope she and Jiang Yan had hung up together. Perhaps it was the baptism of time. The words on the red rope had long since faded, and the original appearance could not be seen.
She was sighing because Jiang Yan didn't have time to tell her what his wish was when he hung up the red string, and now she couldn't find it even if she tried to find it.
At that time, Lin Meng held Jiang Yan's arm, clinging to Jiang Yan like a child and asking him his wishes.
"Jiang Yan, what wish did you make!"
Jiang Yan didn't tell her, he just said: "I will tell you my wish when the flowers bloom next spring and you celebrate your adult ceremony."
But Lin Meng's coming-of-age ceremony has long passed.
She noticed a person standing behind her. He looked back. He saw the boy standing in the sun, wearing a white shirt, the one Lin Meng bought for him. It had the word "yan" embroidered on it by her, black pants, and a black backpack. He looked at Lin Meng with a smile.
Seeing Lin Meng turn his head, he opened his arms.
Lin Meng couldn't bear it anymore. She ran over and hugged Jiang Yan tightly, her pearly tears flowing down unconsciously.
She slapped Jiang Yan on the back, her tears soaking the boy's clothes.
"Jiang Yan! You bastard! You left me and left. Why did you come back when the flowers were already blooming? You haven't told me your original wish yet!"
She kept asking Jiang Yan, but he never replied. Jiang Yan just hugged her tightly, but that was all.
Lin Meng, who was lying on the bed, finally woke up, her pillow wet with tears, and she stared at the ceiling in a daze. She has been unable to accept the fact that Jiang Yan is dead. Even though three years have passed, she has already transformed from an ignorant girl into an adult.
Does she hate it? Of course she hated it, but she also missed Jiang Yan very much. She missed the high-spirited Jiang Yan, the Jiang Yan who quarreled with her, the Jiang Yan who always competed with her for first place but was willing to lose to him.
She often thought that if Jiang Yan had not met her, he would be very good and happy now.
The former proud man turned into a small box because of her.
Ignorance×Proud of Heaven
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