I'd love to live next door to you

On the day of Han Jinglun's burial, it rained for half a month in Beijing, and suddenly it cleared up.

The blue sky is like being washed by water. The sun is hot and cloudless.

The western suburb cemetery is located on the hillside.

The bus platform of the penultimate stop is at the foot of the mountain.

There are few people getting on and off at this station.

On a sunny day in July, the temperature is over thirty degrees.

Chen Qingtian, wearing a black long windbreaker, sat on the bench on the platform.

The Black Sunglasses block the dazzling light. She sits quietly with her back straight and looks at the sparse traffic on the road.

At 9 a.m., dozens of black business vehicles came slowly from afar, each decorated with white daisies.

The front of one of the cars was covered with white daisies, surrounded by a picture.

The man's features in the photo are delicate, his eyebrows and eyes are gentle and moist, and his eyes seem to have thousands of stars, flickering a little soft light, with a smile on his lips.

The beautiful is like an angel who comes to the world.

She watched the people in the picture come slowly from far to near.

Like the afternoon of the first encounter, the light sunshine fell on his clear and meaningful face, amazing the time.

He is getting closer to her.

Light and shadow crisscrossed with the speed of the car, sketching out a picture between him and her.

The next afternoon she got to know him, she bruised her arm, and he half knelt in front of her, gently treating the wound for her.

On the 19th day when I met him, it rained. He held an umbrella and personally sent her back to the dormitory.

On the 26th day of knowing him, he invited her out for dinner for the first time and sent her several books.

On the 41st day of knowing him, he succeeded in the experiment and hugged her when he was happy.

On the 55th day he met him, he drew a picture for her with a colored pencil, in which she would laugh and be surrounded by sunflowers.

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On the 92nd day when I met him, it snowed heavily that night. He put his coat on her, wore a thin shirt and carried her all the way back to the apartment. He blew her hair. When she had a fever, he took good care of her all night.

The 93rd day he met him, he kissed her for the first time and called her girlfriend.

On Valentine's day, the 129th day he met him, he sent her a bunch of green roses, wishing the sun and the moon be beautiful and sunny.

On the 130th day of knowing him, the new year's bell rang, she opened the window, and he lit the whole night sky for her with fireworks.

Across many scenes, her eyes and his eyes meet again in the interlaced light and shadow.

Then slowly separate.

Gradually, the traffic flows far away, hidden in the lush trees of the Panshan highway.

On the 253rd day she met him, she killed him.

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Two o'clock in the afternoon.

The temperature is hot to nearly forty degrees.

Chen Qingtian still has a straight back. He sat on the bench and didn't move his position.

She took off her sunglasses, and the sun pricked her eyes.

After blinking her eyes for a long time, she slightly tilted her head and asked the person sitting on her side in a shallow voice,

"is the wind blowing?"

Then I closed my black windbreaker and it was a little cold.

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