念楠

风很大，吹起她的发梢，是你啊，貍楠。

——念楠

万家灯火通明，盧庙街头，惊鸿一瞥，莫等人来黄花瘦，他日不见嵇郎面，我独在街头徘徊。

“姐！干嘛呢。哦对了，今天路过花店正好买了一束花，你最爱的满天星哦！还是蓝色的。”“好”她放下了手中的剪刀，抬起头，这让我看清楚了她的眼睛“姐，你眼睛..真美。”她愣了一下，看着我笑了笑“潆儿的眼睛也很好看啊，潆儿是个很可爱的女孩子呢。”我将那束花递给了她，心里不得想着：这花，真的好配姐啊；花上有个卡片，我想了好久的，也不知道她看了有什么感觉呢…姐，你什么时候才能好啊。

姐把花放在了新花瓶里，并放在了她的房间最显眼的地方，将卡片取了下来，看着我，嘴里说了几个单词…

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今天是2021年4月23日，天气糟透了。今天糟透了。

姐！还是习惯性的找楠，但是今天有些不对劲。我找了她好久..院子里，各个房间，甚至去了她最喜欢的花店去找她，但最终我们相见在楼顶。

风吹过了她的脸庞，春风嘛，很舒服呢。我看着她站在楼顶，我劝她下来，我拿着我们第一次见面时的花，我看着她，我希望她能下来对我说“潆儿，我就看一下风景，还挺好看的呢。”事与愿违。

“姐！貍楠！”她跳下来了，这是我第一次也是最后一次在她面前如此。

120救护车的声音好刺耳…今天的天真冷。

——她离开了我

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九万里长空染上绚丽的霞色，她抬眸，眼神里面恰到好处的沾染落日的余晖，大概是上次，我好像也曾看见过她眼里熹微的晨光。

——不会在起风了，我也看不见你的发丝了。

信的内容：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：花不是顺路买的，回家的路上并没有花店，是去挑了近一个小时才买的花，都是我亲自挑的

纪念我亲爱的姐——何湘貍楠…我爱你

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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