On the day Fu Yunshen passed away, the sky was cloudy and rainy.

There were old friends and children and grandchildren in the ward. After explaining to the children, only Shi Mu was left in the room.

Shi Mu is old, her hair is gray and her face is full of wrinkles, but her eyes are as clear as when she was young.

When a person is about to die, the light returns, and Fu Yunshen, who was like a dead leaf, instantly became refreshed when he saw Shi Mu's face, his eyes were burning, and there was a smile on his dry lips.

"I knitted ten scarves for you, you change one every year, that's enough."

Shi Mu sneered, "I'm 75 now, you knit so much, I'm not lucky to lose weight."

Fu Yun closed his eyes deeply, his throat was uncomfortable, and his breath was always blocked, unable to go up or down.

After taking a few breaths, Fu Yunshen caught a glimpse of a cloud of black air in the distance, as if someone had come to pick him up.

He stretched out his hand, the hand was no longer young, thin, with black fingertips, Shi Mu stretched out his hand and held it back, he suddenly squeezed it tightly.

Shi Mu was in a trance, and suddenly remembered when he was young, when Fu Yunshen pulled her tightly, as if he was involving the whole world, he took her through the warm spring, through the winter snow, and before you knew it, both of them had already He was getting old, and before he knew it, he was going.

"Wife," he lowered his voice.

Shi Mu put her ear to it.

Fu Yunshen slowly and slowly uttered a discontinuous syllable, "I've never been able to figure it out, I never asked where you came from, and I don't care, but I want to hear you tell me, in this life, you won't regret it after all. I am together"

He is not a fool.

No one will show up for no reason, and be nice to you for no reason.

He told Shi Mu that he loved him for a lifetime, and talked about love for a lifetime, but at the end of the day, he wanted to hear her say the answer in person.

Shi Mu pursed his lips, opened his mouth, and said only one word, his hand detached from his palm, and his closed eyes never opened again.

Fu Yunshen's funeral was simple and the cemetery was quiet.

On the day of the burial, after seeing off the guests, Shimu was left alone standing in front of his tombstone.

The autumn wind swept the leaves, and the sky was cold.

Shi Chen came from behind, wrapped her scarf tightly, put her arm on her hand, and bent over in a low voice, "Mom, let's go back."

Shi Mu nodded.

Her legs and feet were not very good, and every step she took was as painful as a pinprick in her kneecap.

She was about to leave the cemetery, but Shi Mu didn't want to leave, so she stubbornly sat down on the steps. Shi Chen was afraid that she would get cold, so she took off her coat and put it on the stone.

"Mom, do you love Dad all your life?"

Shi Mu's eyelashes trembled, "Love, how many of the ones my father and I first met when we first met?"

Shi Chen looked shocked, "What did you say?"

Shi Mu sighed, "It's nothing." Today's children are just ignorant and make a fuss.

Shi Chen glanced at her, "Dad loves you very much. When you were seriously ill, you didn't forget to run home from the hospital to celebrate your birthday. When I was a child, I always felt that time and I were redundant. Now Dad is gone." Shi Chen gritted his teeth and choked up. The sound was still pouring out of his throat.

Shi Mu squinted and looked at his son. He looked strangely similar to Fu Yunshen. Staring at this face, Shi Mu thought of what Fu Yunshen looked like when he was young again. Crazy devoured the blood and flesh from her heart, and after she finished sucking it, the pain began to split into her limbs.

"Chen'er, you leave mom alone for a while."

Shi Chen looked at her, got up and went behind a tree not far away.

She was sitting on the steps, the figure of autumn leaves falling down was thin and lonely.

Shi Mu Lajin tightened the red scarf around her neck, which Fu Yunshen knitted for her before her death. In the middle of the night, he kept knitting scarves in the hospital, always in exchange for teasing from other patients.

Does she love Fu Yunshen?

She had already answered this question, with her whole life.

When Shi Mu closed his eyes and fell asleep, a familiar voice resounded.

Ding congratulations to the host Shimu for completing the main task and staying with Fu Yunshen until old age. Give Fu Yunshen a home. After the task is completed, you can choose the reward.

Shi Mu was stunned, are you still there?

The sound of the system is calm and unwavering; of course host, I will be with you.

Shi Mu lazily leaned against the railing and you never showed up. I thought you had already left.

Everything you do for Fu Yunshen in the system follows your heart, and the system can no longer contain you. Now you can choose your wish and take revenge once you return to reality. Two others. Whatever you choose, the system will do it for you.

revenge

Shi Mu has lived her whole life, she has already seen through the world, and is open-minded, she even forgot her face in the previous life.

All this is like a dream.

Shi Mu couldn't help caressing the warm scarf around his neck, and there was still Fu Yunshen's breath on it.

"I want to make an appointment with Fu Yunshen for the next life."

This life is too short, it is better to meet in the next life.

In the next life, they still look like teenagers. When they see him again, they want to say "Hello, Fu Yunshen."

The wish is fulfilled, the host is gone.