Wait for the peaches to rot, wait for the sea to turn into Klein blue, wait for me to turn into 21 grams...
Su Xi, when the time comes, you will truly be free.
Su tide held the suicide note on Klein blue paper and stood in Shen Lai's empty apartment, feeling cold all over.
"Shen Lai... I won't fight you anymore... I won't grab the last piece of egg tart... Can you come back?"
"Lailai... I can't find the chat history..."
The details she had ignored in life were now turned into sharp fragments, pieced together to piece together a truth that suffocated her.
They all say that the moment a person dies, he or she will lose 21 grams of weight.
That's the weight of the soul.
Shen Lai, now you have finally become 21 grams, right?
Becomes the weight of a handful of ashes in my palm, becomes the precise gram of sharp pain in my lungs every time I breathe.
I took you to see the sea, Shen Lai
I can't find the blue in your eyes at the end
I won't bother you anymore
My world is so quiet.
It was so quiet that only the long beep of the ECG monitor rang in my mind for 427 days.
Oh, and the sound of the waves
You said you like the sea the most
So I turned you into the sea breeze, into the waves, into every grain of sand I stepped on.
In this way, no matter where I go, I will meet you again, right?
They say time heals all things.
But why does it happen that the longer it goes by, the more clearly I remember it?
The boy who pulled me out of the ruins finally left me in another, bigger ruins with his own hands.
Shen Lai, if 21 grams is really that light.
Why did the moment you left shatter my whole world?
Intention: Love is an endless echo. Even if the body is silent, the soul is still trembling in the wind.
