The blind man took the urn handed over by the doctor, silently lowered his head, and looked at the brown-gray box containing the girl's ashes in his hand, his face was muddy, and even the gleam in his eyes had just become darker again.

Why, why is this happening?

The reason why I promised to have a corner of the eye and membrane transplant surgery was that in addition to not wanting the girl to worry about him when she was dying, I wanted to really take a look before I left this world, what kind of beauty is this angel who loves me and also loves me.

But why, why did it become like this?

Are you even stingy about the last time you die and let me see you?

If this is the case, why do you still give me the corners of your eyes? What's the use of me wanting these eyes?

The blind man closed his eyes in pain. At this moment, the blind man felt reluctant to leave the girl, and he was also stingy with seeing the girl even for the last time... hatred.

After a while, the blind man slowly opened his eyes and looked at the envelope on the urn.

The blind man picked up the envelope in one hand, tore the seal on his mouth, and then took out a photo paper from it.

The blind man didn't know what the photo paper looked like. He had never seen it before, but he had touched it. One side was smooth and the other was matte. This should be the photo that others mentioned.

But the photo was blank, and there were only two rows of paintings on it.

The blind man guessed that the words in the photo should be written, and the words left to him by the girl, but the blind man didn't recognize him and he couldn't recognize him.

The blind man looked up at the doctor who was still in the morgue and said a few words to the doctor.

The doctor came over and took the photo from the blind man and took a look. The doctor seemed to be stunned for a moment, looked up at the blind man and the urn held in the blind man.

The doctor was silent for a while, but finally said a few words to the blind man.

After hearing the doctor's words, the blind man seemed to be shocked and stayed there completely.

During this period, the blind man almost instinctively took the photo he handed back. At this moment, his mind was almost blank.

After a while, the blind man on the screen seemed to have lost all his strength and sat on the ground with a sore face, his face dull and his eyes were dull.

Suddenly, a tear flowed out from the blind man's eyes, and with the first teardrop, it became like a spring gushing.

As tears flowed out, the blind man raised his head and cried bitterly. His crying silently, but he was extremely sad.

At this moment, the screen camera slowly turned, and a close-up came to the photo in the blind man's hand. All the viewers in front of the screen could clearly see the two lines of words on the photo at this moment.

"Stop thinking about what I look like. The next person you fall in love with is what I look like."

"Life well, don't do stupid things, live together with my eyes and my part."

At some point, the huge concert was silent at this time, and everyone stared blankly at the two lines of words on the photo on the screen, feeling indescribable in their hearts.

The picture turned again, and the blind man was wearing the hospital's patient uniform, holding the girl's urn tightly in his arms, and ran away from the hospital.

Based on the place name in his impression, he asked others for advice and quickly returned to the alley where he lived.

When he came to the shack where he had lived for countless days, the blind man did not go in, but knocked on the doors of his neighbors one after another.

The blind man kept asking about his neighbors who had lived with him for many days, but it seemed that the result he got made the blind man even more gloomy.

No, nothing, and no one knows what the girl looks like. They all say that every time the girl appears in front of everyone, she always wears a mask on her face and has never been taken off.

All they knew was that the girl had long hair with shawls, about 1.6 meters, small eyes, very white skin, and then there was nothing else.

The blind man walked through all the neighborhoods, and even the blind man walked through all the shops from the alleys to the overpass, asking about the appearance of the girl he had passed by with him.

But, nothing.

At night, the sun gradually sets, and the blind man stares blankly at the burning clouds in the sky.

This was the first time he saw the sunset, and saw the burning clouds in the girl's mouth, and the end of the day and the handover of the night coming.

The blind man looked at it for a long time, then turned around and walked towards the alley.

On the way back to the alley, passing by a farmer company, the blind man walked in. When he came out, the blind man had a small plastic bottle in his hand.

The small plastic bottle is blue-shelled with a purple and white sticker on it. The three big words DDT are printed in the middle.

The blind man slowly returned to his home with a girl's urn in one hand and a plastic bottle in the other.

The blind man found the key and opened the door, pulled down the switch, turned on the only light in the shed, and then carefully looked at the home he had spent countless hours.

A wooden bed that has slept countless times, a wooden table that has been padded with tiles, a bench with legs missing, and a pot, a stove, bowls, chopsticks, and pans.

The things were very messy. Since the girl was hospitalized, there was no longer a mistress here to organize it. The place that was once cleaned up by the girl was also occasionally returned twice by the blind man, and it was messy again.

The blind man carefully placed the girl's urn and plastic bottle on the table, and then slowly tidied up the room.

Clean up the bowls and chopsticks and put them in a basin. Hang the iron pot back on the wall and place the bench next to the table.

Then the blind man came to the bed and carefully shook the messy quilt that was lifted, then folded it up, piled it up at the foot of the bed, smoothed the pillow, patted it gently, and placed it in the middle of the head of the bed.

However, the blind man who was tidying up the pillow was suddenly stunned, with a blue corner exposed under the pillow, and the blind man gently took it out from under the pillow.

They are two small pieces of paper, long strips, blue, with a figure carrying a guitar on it, and some text.

Holding the small piece of paper, the blind man was stunned.

The blind man didn't recognize the words on the paper, and the blind man didn't recognize the shadow on the paper, but he knew what it was.

Two years ago, I spent all my savings and bought two tickets for the Hong Kong Star concert.

I bought it four days before the concert. After I bought it, the blind man would just touch the two tickets almost every night, so the blind man still recalled the feeling of the two tickets even after two years.

After all, this is the only time since the blind man met a girl...

Hum? Concert?

The blind man suddenly stood there, lowering his head, staring blankly at the two blue tickets in his hand.

On the screen, the picture suddenly changed and returned to the concert two years ago.

The scene was still crowded. On the stage, Hong Kong stars sang loudly, and the audience kept cheering and dancing their hands.

At the edge of the concert, the blind man still had a dark eyes listening to his favorite Hong Kong star singing on the stage, holding the girl with one hand, and waving the other hand constantly with the others, and cheering from time to time.

But at this moment, the blind man's ear tip seemed to move suddenly, and the blind man seemed to be conscious. His dark eyes slowly turned to the side and looked at the stage. Looking at the girl on the stage where thousands of people cheered for Hong Kong stars, the girl opened her mouth gently.

At this moment, at the silent Zhang Ying concert in Wukesong Stadium in Yanjing, a silent short film that attracted tens of thousands of viewers was heard. At this moment, the first voice, the first sentence, the first line, and perhaps the only voice, the only sentence, the only short line.

In the silence, a low female voice heard everyone's ears.

"If a girl can propose to her by her loved one on such a stage, she will definitely be very happy!"

There was silence in the field.

The picture turned again and returned to the shed. At this time, the blind man holding two tickets in his hand was already in tears.

Yes, you used to not discriminate against my physical incompleteness, I didn’t care about my penniless poverty, and came with me without hesitation. But I couldn’t give you anything, even a decent proposal never had.

This is what I owe you.

The blind man bit his lips tightly, preventing himself from crying. After a while, the blind man wiped away the tears from his face, held the two tickets in his hand, came to the table, and carefully placed them in the envelope where the girl finally left him with a blank photo.

Then the blind man found out the guitar he had carved countless times, the worn-out, the paint on the surface fell off, and even a slight crack on one side.

The blind man carried a guitar on his back, picked up the urn and envelope on the table, then opened the door of the shed, and left without looking back.

In the distant horizon, in the last afterglow of the setting sun, the blind man embarked on his journey.

In the blind man's back gradually fading away, the screen turned again, and the black and white short film began to fill with colors. The camera flew, and countless cheers came from the screen.

A huge concert appeared on the screen, and countless cheers of young men and women filled the entire venue.

The lens seems to be flying in the sky, the lights and music are so familiar, and the huge electronic display screens on both ends are even more replicated.

The audience on the stage suddenly heard a scream because they seemed to see themselves in the short film and the self who kept dancing with their hands while cheering.

Suddenly, the light in the screen dimmed, as if all the lights in the entire venue suddenly went out without a trace of lights.

After a while, a music slowly rang out and the lights on the screen began to light up, but the stage was still pitch black.

Then as the first ray of music began to fly, with a familiar tune, the familiar song sounded, the lights on the stage flashed again, and the figures singing on the stage finally appeared in front of the audience.

Fu Zhe!

The audience looked at Fu Zhe in the short film and looked at the moment. At some point, two beams of light suddenly appeared, and Fu Zhe was in the middle of the stage.

In an instant, everyone understood who the blind man in the short film was.

I don’t know when or where, an audience member on the stage suddenly shouted Fu Zhe’s name, and in an instant, it seemed as if gunpowder was ignited, and everyone began to shout the words Fu Zhe.
Chapter completed!