Su Duoyan died, and Gu Zenian died too. Su Duoai’s eyes recovered, but she blinded her eyes again in front of Su Duoai and Gu Zenian’s graves. Lan Zheng Xi went crazy

Daffodils bloomed in the waters

In the early morning of late autumn, the bare branches cast wisps of mottled light and shadow. Golden fallen leaves covered the ground, like tears from trees everywhere.

In the decadent and dilapidated attic, the lattice windows creaked open. Su Duoyan poked her head out of the room, closed her eyes and breathed in the fresh air.

She and her sister counted the savings in the box together last night, and found that half of the surgery cost had been saved. Calculating this way, you will be able to save enough for the surgery expenses at the end of the year. As long as a suitable cornea is found, her dear sister will be given a new life next year.

To this day, she still remembers the expression of joy on her sister's face when she heard the news that she would be able to regain her sight by next year at the latest. She even coquettishly begged her to give her a bath just like she did when she was a little girl.

A rare and peaceful smile appeared on Su Duoyan’s face. However, when the picture of Su Duo'ai's innocent and innocent girl flashed in her mind, she couldn't help but feel sad.

For such a precious first time, the chastity she guarded so carefully was lost so easily, and so embarrassingly. If I were with the person I liked...

When Su Duoyan was thinking this, Gu Zenian's face quickly appeared in front of her eyes. She shook her head hurriedly, forcing herself to stop thinking. Closed the window again.

In the bedroom, Su Duoai was still sleeping soundly, her fair cheeks showing excitement and exhaustion in the dim light.

Su Duoyan kissed her face lovingly, picked up her schoolbag and went out. At the top of the stairs, she heard McDull's subtle footsteps. I lowered my head and realized that it had followed him out from nowhere. She picked up McDull, went upstairs and locked it in the room again. Then ride the bicycle towards the school.

After a few steps on the bike, the sun, which had just exposed most of its face, was suddenly blocked by dark clouds. Su Duoyan quickly accelerated the car and pedaled as hard as she could.

While riding to the alley outside Mulin Middle School, the pattering rain started to fall. Some students raised their schoolbags above their heads to protect themselves from the rain, while others ran with plastic bag nets above their heads.

Su Duoyan rode her bicycle to the shed to store it. Half of her body was already wet. The rain was dripping down her wet hair sticking to her face. Her skin showed signs of age. Matching paleness.

Like a drowned flower.

"Su Duoyan, come here!" As soon as she walked out of the carport, she heard someone calling her.

Su Duoyan raised her head and saw Gu Zenian standing outside the carport. It seemed that he had made a special trip to wait for her. "Is something wrong?"

She pulled the clothes stuck to her body with her hands, her expression stiff.

Gu Zenian stared at her with pity. The girl's clothes were already soaked, and no matter how hard they were pulled, they clung to her body, outlining her beautiful curves. When his eyes fell on Su Duoyan's well-developed and towering breasts, his face suddenly turned red.

The fire of desire was buried deep in an instant, and the fireworks mixed with jealousy and sadness were just waiting to start a prairie fire.

"I saw you soaked in the car, so I followed you." After a long time, he suppressed the flames, looked away awkwardly, and took off his shirt neatly, "Put it on! "

"No need. It will do it by itself in a while"

Su Duoyan refused stubbornly and walked towards the teaching building.

Gu Zenian chased her out angrily and wrapped his coat around her without any explanation. The two people's eyes passed through the rain curtain, entangled in the humid air in a complicated and ambiguous manner. My face was covered with mist, and I couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.

The boy’s stubborn and painful gaze pierced her pupils like a dagger.

Su Duoyan finally gave in, wrapping her clothes tightly like a tame kitten.

The two people walked towards the teaching building one after the other.

At this time, the morning self-study had not yet started. From a distance, I saw a large circle of people gathered in the corridor, and even the corners of the corridor were crowded with students watching the excitement. A large area of ??darkness, like a flood of sticky, smelly sewage.

The noise penetrated the rain curtain and spread in the sky above Mulin Middle School.

Suddenly, a student screamed and shouted, Gu Ze Nian is here!

The tide immediately branched into countless small tributaries and spread out in all directions. When they entered the teaching building, the noisy scene returned to calm.

It was like a stone falling into my heart instantly, making a lonely and dull sound in the dark place. The tiny ripples spread in circles, forming a whirlpool of pain.

Gu Zenian suddenly felt deeply uneasy. He took Su Duoyan's hand, crossed the stairs in a few steps, and ran towards the corridor upstairs.

On the white walls, there are countless enlarged posters. There are long shots and close-ups of faces. In the photos, the same woman is wearing a lavender suspender skirt and smoky makeup, standing deep in the stage with interlaced lights and shadows, facing the lustful eyes of countless men, singing calmly and calmly.

The last photo shows a woman drinking a blue cocktail, next to a man who is booing and applauding crazily.

On each poster, bright red highlighter is used to write a few large characters - the founder of Mulin Middle School*: Su Duoyan!

It was as humiliating as being stripped naked in a moment and displayed in a cupboard. Su Duoyan's palms became cold little by little, and her pale fingers trembled until it spread to her whole body.

It was as if all the warmth in the body was instantly withdrawn.

However, the hand that had always held her fingers before slowly lost all its strength.

His hand finally let go of hers.

Cold wind mixed with raindrops blew into the open gap.

The moist and transparent air is filled with the smell of tears. Winter has arrived so early.

It was as if the entire body had been buried in the cold Antarctic and turned into an ice sculpture, without blood, heart, or breathing.

The pain is so painful that I feel numb.

Like a puppet with its strings cut off, Su Duoyan stepped back stiffly. Retreating to the stairs, she finally realized that the last holy place she had carefully maintained had also been captured. The whole world has abandoned her - she is a cheap*.

There was a dull sound at the top of the stairs.

The last strength seemed to be gathered in the soles of her feet. She walked faster and faster, and finally started running quickly.

She just wants to escape and leave here. leave.

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away and was replaced by the sound of raindrops. There was no one in the empty playground.

Gu Zenian turned around and looked at Mulin Middle School in the heavy rain. Big tears filled his face unscrupulously.

It wasn’t until the school bell rang that his blank mind started to spin again.

Before the teacher came, he teared up the paintings on the wall like a madman with tears streaming down his face.

Tear it into pieces again.

Throw into the heavy rain.

In the autumn sky, white snow suddenly fell. The world is so cold, and all the hopes and longings for happiness have become fleeting.

Desolation becomes nothingness.

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Postscript: Flowers’ talk of dreams, fate, and reincarnation

Flowers watered with tears and blood.

Have you seen it?

It is in your body - in fact, there are countless flowers like that living in everyone's heart. They bloom richly and richly in the shade.

Do you feel it?

The poppies bloom when desire comes, the blue iris blooms after pain breaks, the twin flowers bloom quietly when ambiguous entanglement occurs, and the flower of the other shore stays with you when it disappears.

The flowers that are beautiful because of the resentment of death...

I know that even if you don’t feel it, you must have heard the sound of their petals shaking off, right in your heart, Be with your breath.

These are the mysterious and strange flowers that appear in my books. Each flower represents human spiritual will, inescapable fate, and reincarnation.

I love these strange flowers very much, just like I love my writing, and I love those children who live in my computer, laughing and crying.

Those people are actually around us.

Those flowers bloomed, withered, died, and were reborn.

It happens over and over again.

Eternal life and reproduction.

Until life disappears.

——Li Wei

It’s too late to say I love you

I hope this summer never comes,

I put it in a bottle The little happiness can still be held tightly in my arms.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

Just telling you.

I repeat it to you over and over again in my heart...

The first time I read her work was the book "That Summer, We Together" which was popular all summer. "Graduation", the warm green color on the cover is paired with comfortable words. At that time, I thought, what kind of girl can write such words that make people feel hurt?

When I saw her again, it was a new manuscript she had written. She looked timid and called me teacher. The work "Unreachable Lovers" was her new work. This gentle girl used her The soft words weave a net, and we all become fish in her hands, unable to swim or hide.

A love that starts from the first sight, but unfortunately: people with bright eyes see the wrong person, and people without bright eyes cannot see love.

The story of twin sisters is actually very common, but it is rare that a story of loss, sadness and redemption can move all editors. It can be seen that Li Wei is a thoughtful woman. There are not many people who can tell a story with ups and downs, which makes people fascinated and heartbroken.

She asked, watering the flowers with tears and blood. Have you seen it? I haven't seen it, but after reading this book I have.

This novel has made me cry all my life.

In fact, there are countless flowers like that living in everyone’s heart. They bloom richly and richly in the shade.

The tears and sadness mixed in its writing gradually spread over my head like a tide, as if in a moment, I saw the encounter on the agate seaside. That might be the beginning of happiness, or it might just be the beginning of a tragic fate.

Those laughing and crying children are actually around us.

They may be you, or they may be me...

Some people call her the crying little queen, but in my opinion she is just a girl who likes to dream and tell stories, carrying a single With wings, walking on the edge of love and tears

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Things: The media and your previously published books say that you are the "Queen of Youth Cry Novels". Nowadays, there are many such titles and they are very abusive. What do you think of this title?

Li Wei: Initially, I determined the writing direction of "tragedy" based on my own writing style and personality, but the market has been flooded with terms such as "pain literature" and "tragedy literature". I personally think My works are sadder, the kind of sadness that comes from the bones. This kind of sadness needs to be interpreted and relieved by crying, so I position my works as "Youth Crying Literature". As for the title you mentioned, Maybe the publisher needs it for publicity. I don’t care about this title. What I care about is the readers’ real recognition of my work.

Things: You once used the pen name "Pocket Lover", why don't you use it again? I think this name is quite special.

Li Wei: This pen name was originally decided by the publisher. I personally have always preferred to use my real name, which is more in line with my personality. I have used it since "That Summer, We Graduated Together" My real name. Maybe the original publisher may let other authors use this pen name, but I will never use it again. Except for "One Carat of Tears" 1 and 2, the other works using this pen name are no longer mine.

Stuff: Your name is "Li Wei". At first, we all wrote it as "Li Wei". Why use a more masculine character?

Li Wei: (laughing) I don’t think so, many people will write it wrong. When I was born, my parents named me a boy. Later, when I found out I was a girl, I didn’t change it. Anyway, this name is suitable for both men and women. hehe.

Things: Judging from your information, you should be studying art design. Why do you want to write a novel?

Li Wei: I have always liked writing. The compositions I wrote when I was studying should be model essays every time. Studying art is probably because of girls’ nature to love beauty. The reason I chose this major was largely to learn how to match clothing colors. Ha ha. However, I am really good at painting.

Things: What kind of person are you in life? What do you like?

Li Wei: I am a very simple person. Many people say that I am stupid and trust others easily, and I have suffered a lot. Ha ha. But this is nature and cannot be changed. I like everything ethnic and inclined towards classical culture.

Things: Your book "That Summer, We Graduated Together" has been liked by many readers and has appeared on many best-seller lists. Many readers have chosen your words as treasures in their blogs. You What do you think?

Li Wei: This book may be in time for the season. Graduating children have a sentimental mood. I am indeed very happy and touched that it can be liked by so many readers. I will repay their love with better works.