Su Yang found a seat by the window and she is at work today.
He opened a small shop and closed at 10:30 every night. He took the last bus home on this trip. He used fewer cars and got used to this kind of life. It wasn’t until she appeared that she broke the quiet face of the heart.
She first appeared on the evening of May 23, at the third station after he got on the bus. She wore a solid mid-length skirt with shoulder-length hair and dark black hair. She sat on a seat parallel to him, her side face was white, her little nose was slightly upturned, and her ruddy lips were fascinating.
He couldn’t stop seeing her. In the future, she would take the bus on time every other day. These tens of minutes have become the center of Su Yang’s life.
The car stopped at a leisurely pace, and far away, he recognized her.
Su Yang has been thinking all the way, tonight, he will have the courage to meet her. She got out of the car and he followed.
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There are few pedestrians on the cement road. She walked slowly towards a community. The sound of high-heeled shoes was like stepping on his heart every time. The cool wind gradually brushed away his courage, or else, tonight see where she lives, and find ways to talk in the future?
She walked up a building and he suddenly dared not keep up. He turned to the front of the building and looked carefully.
A light on the sixth floor lights up. The light was as soft as a candlelight, reaching his heart. He stared at the window and the windows of his head, as if he saw them, they walked up the stairs together with a smile, and walked up to her clean and fragrant house, her soft waist snuggled against him, hair Fragrance, tea fragrance, food fragrance. Home, this is the home he hopes for.
The light went out, and he recovered now. Looking at his watch, he stood for so long. He turned to leave.
“Boom!”
A muffled sound scared him. A pile of things fell not far from him. Her face was sideways, her body twisted, and a thick liquid was flowing on the ground.
When the ambulance came, she was dead.
The nurse pushed her out, the slim life was lying under the white sheet, and blood was dripping. On the hospital bench, someone handed him a note. Pat his shoulder sympathetically.
“I committed suicide and don’t blame anyone.”
Just this short sentence. Handwriting Juanxiu neat.
He burst into tears.