Why not? A song, the cool school beauty is turned sweet

April 5th is Qingming Festival.

It is a traditional festival of the Chinese nation.

Since ancient times, Chinese people have had the etiquette and concept of respecting their ancestors and remembering their ancestors. Therefore, the tradition of spring sacrifice has gradually formed during the Qingming Festival.

Gu Yi is naturally no exception.

He likes such traditional festivals very much. It is with these cultural traditions that the civilization of the Chinese nation can be reflected.

So today Gu Yi also returned to his hometown with his parents to sweep the tombs of the deceased elders in his family.

Gu Jianguo, who has been strong all his life, knelt in front of the tomb of Gu Yi’s grandfather and couldn’t help but say some childish words.

However, when he mentioned Gu Yi, his tone was full of pride.

He also joked with his father in heaven in front of the tomb:"Look, the son I raised is much better than your son. He is a big star now, with tens of millions of fans, more than you have ever seen in your life.……"

Gu Yi didn't know if his grandfather in heaven could hear him.

But he knew that only here could Gu Jianguo cry like a baby.

As he thought about it, Gu Yi's mind emerged with the kind face of his grandfather.

No matter how busy he was, he would always take out some snacks for him like a magic trick when he came home.

That was Gu Yi's memory in the past, but Gu Yi felt that this memory belonged to both Gu Yi and himself. He had no relatives in his previous life, and he was very fortunate to have such precious memories in this life.

Grandpa, may you rest in peace in heaven.……

……

The other side of the world.

Under the dim sky, the drizzle hit a black umbrella with the breeze.

Under the umbrella, a woman was standing there.

She was holding a bunch of white roses in her hand.

The people who came to sweep the tomb had all left, and she was the only one who was still standing in front of the tomb in a daze.

At some point, Ning Wan slowly squatted down and placed the white rose in her hand next to the tombstone.

The cold rain hit her feet, but she seemed to be unaware.

Ning Wan smiled, but the sadness in her eyes could not be controlled. She held back her tears and said softly:"You said you don't like chrysanthemums, you like roses more."

"So I brought you the rose you asked for."

"I kept my promise!"

The rain had already washed away the dust on the tombstone, but Ning Wan kept wiping it.

She looked at the tombstone as if she was looking at her former lover.

Ten years ago, she fell in love and met the boy who made her fall in love at first sight.

Nine years ago, they were together.

Five years ago, they broke up. Ning Wan didn't know the reason, she only knew that his attitude was very firm at the time.

In the three years since then, she has been looking for him.

Two years ago, she finally found him, but in the intensive care unit of the hospital.

It turned out that he had an incurable disease and didn't want to drag her down.

When she saw his haggard face... When she was about to leave, she cried.

She cried so hard that her lungs were torn apart.

Perhaps it was because of her crying, or perhaps it was the miracle of life.

His operation, which originally had only a 10% success rate, was successful.

Even the attending doctor said it was a miracle.

But even if the operation was successful, he still only had one year to live.

He still didn't want to delay her.

Under her threat of death, he finally married her.

This year was the most precious time for the two of them.

She pushed his wheelchair and took him to every place they wanted to go.

At that time, he sat in a wheelchair and joked,"Don't send me chrysanthemums after I die. I don't like them. Let's be romantic. I want roses!"

Last year, he left.

But she has never forgotten this sentence.

So she came today, and she will come back in the future.

She said that he was the only one in this life.

Thinking of this, for some reason, Ning Wan suddenly burst into tears and laughed, patted the tombstone and said,"You are so annoying! You bothered me every day when you were alive, and now you are dead and you still don't stop!"

"I really lost a lot!"

Ning Wan became more and more angry as she thought about it. She stood up and said unhappily,"Okay! I have to go. You stay over there and don't run around if you are not feeling well. If I find out, you will be in trouble! If you miss me, come find me in my dream! I will come to see you when I am free and bring you something delicious!"

After saying that, Ning Wan left.

She walked slowly and looked back every three steps.

Unfortunately, the familiar voice in her memory still did not sound, and she was not called to wait...

Walking on the road, Ning Wan heard a song.

The song came from a distance.

"The rain wet my eyes, and I leaned against the well every year, waiting for my return."

"I am most afraid that I will not realize that my tears have already broken into two lines"

"I am wandering in the world, unable to find your paradise"

"Put the bottle in the east and the mirror in the west, I wish I could forget it"

"It’s Qingming again, I pick chrysanthemums and send them to you"

"Sing your favorite song softly." ps: Song:"Qingming Rain", sung by: Xu Song, composed by: Xu Song, lyrics by: Xu Song.

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