The first time Lin Shen met Jiang Ran was under the ginkgo tree at the school gate. The man was wearing a black sweatshirt and leaning against the tree trunk to smoke. The sparks burned brightly and burned through the golden tree. He accidentally took out his sketchbook and drew the other person into a burning maple leaf.
"The painting is quite crazy." A shadow suddenly enveloped the top of his head. Jiang Ran took away his notebook, but was stunned when he saw the painting. Later, Lin Shen learned that that day was the seventh year since his mother passed away.
The heating in the rental house always goes off late at night. Jiang Ran stuffed his frozen fingers into the hem of Lin Shen's sweater. It was so cold that he hid, but he used his body temperature to warm the palette. Lin Shen was drawing his curled back under the incandescent light at three o'clock in the morning, and Jiang Ran suddenly said: "Let me carve a tombstone for me in the future, the kind that will grow like a sunflower."
Later, the silver lighter became a birthday gift, and Lin Shen carved entwining thorns and roses on the lid.
On a rainy night, the studio door was pushed open heavily. Lin Shen's father held up the diagnosis report and smashed all the paint: "Two men did such dirty things. It is a divine punishment to get sick!" Jiang Ran wiped the glass shards on his face and suddenly found that Lin Shen was shaking - not from fear, but from episodic tremor.
It turns out that tremors are hereditary.
On Lin Shen's wedding day, Jiang Ran opened the yellowed envelope in the ICU. Ten train tickets were issued from the age of seventeen to the age of twenty-seven. On the back of each ticket was written "Elopement Plan", but the last page was a blank medical certificate.
When the nurse found out, the monitor had already returned to zero. Jiang Ran's right hand was tightly holding a lighter engraved with roses, and his left hand was holding the air, as if he was leading someone past a tombstone full of sunflowers.
The newcomer at the funeral home opened old files: On a snowy night in 2023, a young painter froze to death in a sunflower field on the outskirts of the city. Wearing a silver ring on the ring finger of her left hand, "LS" is engraved on the inside. There was an unfinished wedding in this city that day, and half of a ginkgo leaf was exposed from the groom's suit pocket, with "JR" scalded on the veins.
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