Broken Promise

On the day we broke up, Lin Yu threw orange candies at my feet and said that the most annoying thing in his life was that I was pretending to be aloof. On the seventh day after his death, the police brought his belongings: half a melted candy in his pocket, the candy wrapper was the style I picked out last year; crookedly written on the crumpled account book were "Mom had to cut apples into thin slices" and "Su Wan's roof leaked, so I saved three thousand." The last two numbers he dialed were 120 and me. At that time, I was comparing prices in the supermarket, trying to save $1.5 On groceries, but I didn't see the call. Later, his book "The Lost Promise in the World" was published, but there was a string of garbled characters on the last page that no one could understand. I didn't dare to say that he once teased me with a smile: "If I write garbled characters one day, I will be scolding you."