Xiang Nanfeng stayed by my side all the time, taking care of my daily life, observing the healing of my wounds, paying attention to every detail, and even finding many interesting stories to read to me in an attempt to distract me.
My brain is empty and my heart is empty.
Sometimes I think, maybe it’s all my fault. If it weren’t for me, Nino wouldn’t have left, right ?
Jiang Xing left me because I underwent surgery; Ni Nuo sacrificed himself to protect me and also left me.
In this world, the person who should disappear the most is me, right?
Every day, facing the south wind that accompanies me, countless memories come to my mind. I often become confused. Is all this a dream? When can I wake up?
I've really had enough.
My body gradually recovered. Xiang Nanfeng helped me deal with Ni Nuo's funeral, watched me stare blankly at the funeral, and accompanied me between school and the job fair, without a single complaint.
Seeing him getting thinner and thinner due to exhaustion, but always forcing a smile in front of me, one day, I finally said to him calmly: "Xiang Nanfeng, thank you very much for these days, but... you should leave me."
I can no longer accept you honestly.
I'm really tired.
At that time, Xiang Nanfeng was considerately unscrewing the lid of the green tea. When he heard these words, he froze there.
He forced a smile and said softly, "Wen Yu, don't lose your temper."
"I didn't." I pursed my pale lips. "You know I mean it."
Xiang Nanfeng's hands hung weakly as he stared blankly at the tung tree not far away.
He must be thinking about the past, right?
"Suddenly... I really want to go back to school to see what has changed in the rooftop, the store, and the playground..." He lowered his head and gently fiddled with the green tea in his hand, "Let's go and take a look together, okay?"
I lowered my head weakly, listened to his almost pleading question, and nodded slightly.
The familiar corridors and classrooms, the figures in neat school uniforms, and those childish faces with bright smiles.
"It's lunch time now. I'll go buy two lunch boxes. You wait for me on the rooftop." Xiang Nanfeng took out a key from his pocket, which he had gotten from somewhere, like a magic trick and put it in my hand.
I held the cold key tightly and walked towards the rooftop in silence.
It was still the same railings, the same furnishings, even the few worn-out tables and chairs piled in the corner hadn’t been moved.
"Wen Yu, what are we going to eat today?"
Jiang Xing's cheerful voice came from somewhere.
"I talked to the cafeteria aunt for a long time this time, and she gave me a lot of tomatoes! You should eat more, too, okay?"
It's like she's right next to me.
I looked carefully at this familiar place. Every piece of ground under my feet had our footprints. Those times, just recalling them, were so beautiful that they made me cry.
I stood at the railing at the edge of the rooftop, overlooking the familiar campus below.
That was the basketball court where Jiang Xing and Xiang Nanfeng had played against each other, that was the shade of the trees where we walked side by side, and this was where Jiang Xing vented her inner feelings. She held a cigarette in her hand and spoke of her inner sadness amid the smoke...
Just when I was completely immersed in the ocean of memories , a piercing sound cut through the sky -
“Sizzle, sizzle—”
At this moment, time seemed to go back.
Xiang Nanfeng's voice was heard again on the campus radio, with a tenacity of never giving up, resounding throughout the entire playground -
"Wen Yu, can you hear me?"
"Wen Yu, I am Xiang Nanfeng, I love you, please be with me, okay? I will give you happiness, and I will make you happy forever..."
"Let me stay with you, okay?"
Unable to control the sadness in my heart any longer, I bent over, sobbing, crying, and shaking my head desperately.
"Wen Yu, can you give me a chance? Please believe me..."
The south wind keeps repeating itself, over and over again, as if it will never end.
I stood up trembling and walked out of this rooftop full of memories as if escaping.
I couldn't wait for Xiang Nanfeng to come back, because I didn't know how to face him, and I didn't know what answer to give him.
The door to the rooftop was closed forever.
Just like the relationship between us, there is no chance to ease it.
I walked out of the campus alone, and the voices behind me became more and more vague and distant.
I took out my phone, found Xiang Nanfeng's number, and sent a text message while crying: "Xiang Nanfeng, I have owed happiness to so many people, what qualifications do I have to own it now?"
I'm no longer worthy...
The screen showed that the text message had been sent successfully. I resolutely turned off my phone, pulled out the SIM card, and threw it into the trash can beside me.
This time, it’s really time to say goodbye.
I went to the graves of Ni Nuo and Jiang Xing again and bought two bunches of blooming lilies and placed them in front of their graves.
Are you all right in that world? Are you always watching me?
I will not let you down, or give up on myself and become depressed .
The angel-like Ni Nuo and Jiang Xing will bless me, right?
Nino's house was empty, so I cleaned it up and sent my golden retriever, Sun, with whom I had become extremely close, to my aunt's house.
Cheng Panpan liked this lively puppy very much. She squatted on the ground and stroked its fluffy fur. She looked up and asked me, "Sister Wen Yu, it must be very sad to leave its original owner..."
I was slightly stunned and couldn't help but lower my head to look at the sun's round eyes.
It wagged its tail desperately and tried to pounce on me.
I said, "It should be, but everything will pass, right?"
Cheng Panpan didn't understand the meaning of my words. She just happily made a fuss with the sun and promised me solemnly: "I will definitely treat it well!"
I smiled and nodded: "I feel relieved when you say that."
Because I'm leaving here too.
I contacted a welfare home for disabled children in a remote town. Many of the children there had indelible trauma in their childhood. They had no parents or relatives, and they needed someone who could give them care and companionship.
I think this job is perfect for me.
The decision was made in a hurry, so the time of departure was also very hasty. One night before leaving, my mother helped me pack my luggage while sighing, trying hard not to let her tears fall.
I buried my head gently in my mother's arms and comforted her: "Mom, I will come back, right? Besides, I have grown up."
"Alas!" The mother sighed and shook her head, "Yuyu, I know you feel very sad, and I won't interfere with your decision. As long as you are happy, I will be relieved."
"Mom, I will." I seemed to swear to myself, "I will definitely do it."
That night, I slept in the same bed with my mother again, and I fell asleep slowly feeling her familiar warm body temperature.
In the dream, it seemed as if a tear fell on my cheek.
So light, so light that it seems like an illusion.
However, the moment of parting eventually came. I hugged my mother goodbye, pretended not to notice her back staring at me, and slowly walked away.
For the last time, I walked through that familiar street, the park lined with tung trees, the intersection where Jiang Xing waited for me to go to school, and the street lamp where I lingered persistently in the south wind.
Passing by the bar where I used to work part-time, I could see from afar the proprietress who had always taken good care of me. She had become more mature now, with bright makeup on. Her grown-up child was leaning against her, waving her little hands, looking up and mumbling something happily.
Eason Chan's low voice slowly came and gradually spread in the air, carrying a sense of sadness.
It’s still the song I’m familiar with, “Building Blocks”——

Our relationship is like building blocks.
Vulnerable yet ever-changing
I spent all my effort to build it to look like a home
It may collapse in the next second.
The expectation of happiness is like building blocks.
The more you imagine, the more beautiful it will be.
Unfortunately, feelings never listen
Starting from love leads to complexity...