Old Candy Wrappers in an Empty Alley

When the oranges at the age of seven melted in the palm of his hand, Lin Zhan thought he had grasped the light of his life. Later, she waited for his footsteps in the snow, ate cold buns in the corridor of the hospital, cried until she was deprived of oxygen while holding broken candy wrappers in an empty old house. She waited for more than ten years for his belated white rose, but did not wait for her life to go on together. Shen Yi guarded the third street lamp that had been on for decades, and put all the candies she had for the rest of her life on the empty bench. Until the day she died, she still held in her hand the half candy wrapper she had not been willing to throw away when she was seven years old. The wind in the alley no longer waited for the footsteps to knock three times on the door. Their life started with a piece of candy, but in the end they couldn't even keep a complete candy wrapper.