"Hey, Captain Mo is here?"
"Well, I came to see you. You said you like grilled saury, so I brought it to you." Mo Sansheng put down the five skewers of saury, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it for himself.
The autumn wind was bleak, and a maple leaf fell at Mo Sansheng's feet.
Mo Sansheng just raised his eyes, squatted down, and handed the cigarette to Cheng Yishui.
"You have been approved as a martyr by the organization. Let me show you the banner." Mo Sansheng touched his pocket and couldn't find his cell phone, but he seemed flustered.
The autumn wind blew away the fallen leaves.
"Brother, it doesn't matter anymore. Sit down and talk to me."
Mo Sansheng sat down, tears welling up in his eyes, "I learned the piano piece you taught me, and I went to all the places you told me about, but I still haven't found you..."
The autumn wind just gently brushed Mo Sansheng's forehead, wiping away the tears that were about to fall.
"Why can't all the farewells in this world be too late?"
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