Chapter 33

Life, come and go, is unpredictable.The departed and the newly arrived are all part of life.The living can only accept it silently, let the flowers bloom and fade, and the seasons change. …Mumson stood in front of a small cemetery. The surrounding area of ​​the cemetery was neatly organized. There were branches of white roses everywhere on the grass. Although they hadn’t sprouted yet, I thought it would be surrounded by white rose bushes in the near future. Hit, from spring to winter.These are all carefully arranged by Mommsen. He tried his best to make the place where Meng Dandan's soul rests overflowing with fragrance of flowers.In the center of the tombstone is written "Mengdandan" in three large characters, and below it is written horizontally in small characters "The most beloved person of Meng Shouwan's family".Monsen patted the dust off the stele with his hands, and looked up at the blue sky. "...Dandan, brother is here!" "Long time no see, the last time I visited you was in autumn, and it's been three or four months. I'm sorry I haven't been able to visit you often! But...you actually You’re not alone, are you? There must be many little angels playing with you in heaven.” Monson stood blankly for a while, then sat down by the stone monument with his back to Mengdandan’s grave, crossing his legs Put them together on the ground, then took out a bottle of Sanhua Baijiu, opened the bottle cap, and drank a third of it with a raised head.Meng Sen's expression was a little melancholy, as if there was a wind blowing in front of his eyes, it became blurred unknowingly.He put the wine bottle on the stone altar, turned around and sat down against the altar, his shoulders shrugged with a deep sigh.The wind in the mountains mischievously blew his hair away, and he ran away quickly.Countless particles of sunlight dance in the wind like powder, turning on and off.In the direction where the wind blows, it seems that there is a transparent sun slide hanging down from the sky.A ray of breeze blowing from the pine forest caressed Mommsen's cheeks blankly looking at the sky over the ridge after he bowed his head and pondered for a while. "Dandan, brother has taken good care of that person as you said, as if he loved you. Don't worry, he hasn't been hurt at all." "He also calls me brother now. Sometimes brother really thinks he is our Dan." Dan is attached to him, hehe." Meng Sen grinned drunkenly, and a bean-sized teardrop slid down his cheek. "You stinky girl, you liked to fight against me when you were young. You always report to my mother, and you secretly laugh when my mother teaches me." Music, only you support brother wholeheartedly." In this quiet and deserted place, the mountain seemed to become deeper, and the wind became sobbing.Are the tears dry?Blown away by the wind?Is affection painful?Feeling heartbroken?Is it more painful to a living heart, or to a dead soul?Why are pine trees green?Why is the sky blue?After the winter leaves, why is there always a hundred flowers blooming in spring?In the process of growing up, why is the heart often almost broken by sadness?Why die?Why are you dying?why am i aliveWhy do I have to live through these pains?Once you leave, everything should be taken away.Now that the body is dead, the missing should also die with it. Why are there so many things left in the hearts of the living people, why are the missing still everywhere?Today is the 19th birthday of Mengsen's sister, Mengdandan.

(End of this chapter)

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