Wen Yan has been dreaming of a young boy recently. He always calls her name with a smile, and his voice is gentle and familiar. She couldn't see his face clearly, but deep down, she knew it was someone she knew well.
"Don't forget me... Don't forget me"
"You forgot me... You forgot me..."
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"When he was a kid, when he stuffed me with candy, his round palms would always sweat. Every time, the candy wrapper would become soft and soft, but he would not stop watching me peel it off until I finished and swallowed it.
"Xu Zhiyi always laughed at him for collecting the eaten candy wrappers, saying shouldn't the finished candy wrappers be thrown into the trash can. But I found that the idiot had left more than two boxes of candy wrappers.
"During a heavy rain when I was thirteen, I went out of town with my parents, and through the car window I could see Xu Zhiyi and him arguing under an old tree over holding an umbrella.
"When I was seventeen years old, I went back to my hometown with my parents during the Chinese New Year, and Xu Zhiyi took me to the old tree. I haven't been here for a long time. Two days later, I went to Chen Qihe's house. When I was about to step in, I seemed to see a figure in the corner. I didn't pay much attention.
"I got married when I was twenty-four, and what a coincidence, it was Chen Qihe!
"When I was twenty-seven, I went to the north. When I came back, I found that everything had changed. I'm sick...
"I always have a dream when I am thirty-three years old. It has been six years, and I can always hear that sentence. What on earth have I forgotten...
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Chen Qihe collected many things, which have been pressed down by the years until they turn yellow like faded moonlight.
——When I saw him again in my memory, he had lost weight, so thin that he looked completely different from what he looked like in his childhood memories. He was still holding the unpeeled candy in his hand, as if he would say "Sister Xiaoya, eat candy" in the next second.
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The wind in the cemetery is scented with jasmine. Wen Yan stood in front of the tombstone, wanting to say something but couldn't, so he could only stand. It wasn't until it started to rain that Xu Zhiyi came to pick her up with an umbrella, but he still didn't say a word when he left.
It was much later that she discovered that his parents had been looking forward to him being a stable seedling, but in the end, he still grew into a tree that could protect people from the wind and rain.
And she has been waiting, waiting for a return that she can no longer wait for.
Concept: A regretful narrative about love and waiting