風(fēng)很大，吹起她的發(fā)梢，是你啊，貍楠。

——念楠

萬家燈火通明，盧廟街頭，驚鴻一瞥，莫等人來黃花瘦，他日不見嵇郎面，我獨(dú)在街頭徘徊。

“姐！干嘛呢。哦對了，今天路過花店正好買了一束花，你最愛的滿天星哦！還是藍(lán)色的。”“好”她放下了手中的剪刀，抬起頭，這讓我看清楚了她的眼睛“姐，你眼睛..真美。”她愣了一下，看著我笑了笑“瀠兒的眼睛也很好看啊，瀠兒是個(gè)很可愛的女孩子呢?！蔽覍⒛鞘ㄟf給了她，心里不得想著：這花，真的好配姐??；花上有個(gè)卡片，我想了好久的，也不知道她看了有什么感覺呢…姐，你什么時(shí)候才能好啊。

姐把花放在了新花瓶里，并放在了她的房間最顯眼的地方，將卡片取了下來，看著我，嘴里說了幾個(gè)單詞…

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今天是2021年4月23日，天氣糟透了。今天糟透了。

姐！還是習(xí)慣性的找楠，但是今天有些不對勁。我找了她好久..院子里，各個(gè)房間，甚至去了她最喜歡的花店去找她，但最終我們相見在樓頂。

風(fēng)吹過了她的臉龐，春風(fēng)嘛，很舒服呢。我看著她站在樓頂，我勸她下來，我拿著我們第一次見面時(shí)的花，我看著她，我希望她能下來對我說“瀠兒，我就看一下風(fēng)景，還挺好看的呢。”事與愿違。

“姐！貍楠！”她跳下來了，這是我第一次也是最后一次在她面前如此。

120救護(hù)車的聲音好刺耳…今天的天真冷。

——她離開了我

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九萬里長空染上絢麗的霞色，她抬眸，眼神里面恰到好處的沾染落日的余暉，大概是上次，我好像也曾看見過她眼里熹微的晨光。

——不會(huì)在起風(fēng)了，我也看不見你的發(fā)絲了。

信的內(nèi)容：Elder sister, I hope you can accompany me no matter what. Who else am I now besides you?I hope you can be by my side and never leave.

os：花不是順路買的，回家的路上并沒有花店，是去挑了近一個(gè)小時(shí)才買的花，都是我親自挑的

紀(jì)念我親愛的姐——何湘貍楠…我愛你

何湘貍楠Dear, during your death, I met my uncles and aunts. They were fine. Don't worry.

何湘貍楠I will never forget you.

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一封情書（與正文無關(guān)）

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