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Chapter 252: The news of death (in the finale)

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Xie Qingcheng was not rescued in the end.

He was so badly injured that after more than ten days of repetition, he still stopped breathing in a light rainy night.

He Yu had been in the hospital for more than ten days at that time, and he actually had some hunch in his heart.

But he still lost control.

He was taken to another ward by the person sent by the Dreambreaker to guard him, and the girdle was re-fastened on his body. In the girdle, he yelled, broke down, cried, and wanted to go out, but no one dared to let him go.

The nurse injected him with tranquilizers and anesthetics. Before he fell into a coma, he saw Xie Qingcheng approaching in a trance. Just like when he was a child, he walked to his bedside, glanced at him quietly, and stretched out. Shot, fended off everyone, and undid his girdle.

He wanted to call Xie Qingcheng's name, but the world was dark in an instant.

Coldly anesthetized, he came out of a group of people who saw him as a machine, but went to another group of people who saw him as a monster.

No one hugs him any more and unchains him.

The one who would consider him a "human" has left.

He can't see anything anymore.

He Yu's condition is really bad and dangerous. Until more than half a month later, the official did not lift his restrictions. On the day of Xie Qingcheng's funeral, he wanted to go, but no one could make the decision to release him, who might fall ill at any time.

Zheng Jingfeng went to make a request to his superiors, and even gambled on his professional honor, but unfortunately he still failed to convince some of the minds of the corpse. They said they understood He Yu's feelings, but the lives of the masses were more important. They couldn't believe that he could really live with restraint at the funeral, and that He Yu was not Xie Qingcheng's relative, spouse, or lover.

Although many dream breakers who had experienced the war with them were willing to prove it, and even the commander-in-chief signed the joint letter, the leader in charge of this matter, in order to prevent his superiors from being pursued, still Choose to be cautious.

What kind of humanity can a monster have? What kind of love can there be between the same sex? It's absurd, not to mention that the two are still so different in age, and the leader doesn't think this is true in his heart.

He returned the joint book, and after get off work, he had to go home.

Today is his and his wife's wedding anniversary. He is married for the second time. His wife is nearly forty years younger than him. After finishing his work, he called the driver to pick him up.

The weather is great.

The leader walked easily and went home.

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"You let me out... either lock me up or tie me up... let me out... I'm going to see him... I'm going to find him! You must be mistaken... he won't die... how could he be? won't be saved..."

In the intensive care unit, iron fences are installed to prevent patients from breaking out of control.

The ward is in the deepest part of the hospital, and the police are guarding the door.

A dense small window.

Anyone who wants to approach must make an appointment and register in advance.

That day, He Yu's mourning rang inside all night, horrified and heartbreaking.

The sentry standing outside couldn't help but look sullen.

From that day on, He Yu stopped talking.

He refused to give him the sick meal, he refused to drink the water, and no one wanted to see him again. On that day, he seemed to really understand what it was like when Qin Ciyan died and Xie Qingcheng couldn't go to the funeral. .

Because the world always needs a name.

It seems that with this title, you are righteous.

Whether it's family, whether it's love... No matter what kind of relationship it is, the world must make it a logical and convenient identity for unrelated people to recognize, and only then can this relationship be considered real and effective.

You are only qualified to stand in the front row and see him for the last time when the person you love the most leaves this world.

Otherwise, you don't even have the right to say goodbye.

People will think, strange, who are you to him

He wailed all night in a new cage while he was buried in the tomb--they buried the dragon's rose outside, buried his treasure, buried his bridge and his world, but he couldn't go.

He can't go anywhere.

He could only let his soul be cremated and buried with Xie Qingcheng, and he completely gave up his will to live.

This may be what some people are looking for-

Blood Gu.

The first emperor.

Psychic Ebola, all the monsters RN-13 created, had a reassuring ending.

This is the real downfall of Mandela Island. From now on—

The world is vast and clean.

It's just a pity that there are feelings between people. Transforming people is not a monster. They also have the fetters left in this world.

On the sixth day when He Yu went on a hunger strike and lived on nutrient solution, Zheng Jingfeng finally got the approval for visiting the doctor with the help of Political Commissar Wang and entered He Yu's ward.

He didn't expect that after He Yu came in, it would be more difficult to see such a patient himself than to see a felon.

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Zheng Jingfeng's eyes turned red when he saw He Yu being tied to the hospital bed. He Yu didn't look at him, his eyes were empty, without light or focus.

Zheng Jingfeng tried to talk to him, but he didn't respond.

It seemed that it was not only Xie Qingcheng who was buried in the continuous rain that day, but he was also buried together.

He Yu didn't say a word and didn't move.

He can't see everyone, and he doesn't care about everything.

until-

"I brought a letter. It's a regular registered letter." Zheng Jingfeng finally knew that he shouldn't disturb He Yu anymore, he stood up and put a somewhat broken letter on the bed.

He Yu was tied and couldn't move, so Zheng Jingfeng opened it in front of He Yu.

"It was your brother Xie who wrote it to you before going to Mandela Island."

Zheng Jingfeng saw how he changed from dead to living in an instant.

He saw a light in He Yu's eyes all of a sudden, the light was sad, but it was trembling and full of longing.

He Yu opened his mouth, but he hadn't spoken for too long and couldn't make a sound.

But Zheng Jingfeng saw it.

He was asking him to take the letter closer. He wants to see.

He desperately, desperately, sadly, madly wanted to see…

He saw it.

It was a long letter for Xie Qingcheng.

Xie Qingcheng wrote in the letter—

He Yu:

By the time you read this letter, the turmoil in Mandela Island should have subsided.

I don't know if I'm still alive.

But anyway, I think it's time to tell you the whole truth.

I know that you resent me for being too cold-blooded and ruthless, and resenting that I sent you a message that was hidden from you during the naval battle in Guangzhou.

You told me that you have come out of your obsession and can set off to find a new life. I am happy for you, and you should not disturb the peace of your life. Because I know that I am not something worth paying for everything. I received rn-13 treatment from the year my parents died at the age of thirteen. Although I overcame all kinds of difficulties under the guidance of my teacher, I survived like a normal person, became a doctor, and returned to society, but I later Only then did I realize that the mental effects of Ebola on me were still lingering in a non-disease way.

For twenty-three years, I have lived in an invisible restraint. I am used to having no emotions, I am used to deal with all problems calmly, and I am used to treat everyone and everything rationally. I have no choice. My parents and relatives will wither. If I have any accident, Xie Xue will lose the last support. I cannot let such a thing happen.

Many people around me say that I am not human, that I have no emotions, I am irrefutable, and I have no choice. Because only with the walking dead, I can live without incident.

In this way, as time goes by, I don't seem to remember what intense feelings are like. I'm used to not letting anything get out of control in front of my eyes, so I always arrange your life and try to get into your life as much as possible. To protect you, but refuse anyone to step into my own life and become an unpredictable variable.

I did survive.

But I have made myself a machine, a stone, and a piece of grass.

Now that I think about it, I didn't do a lot of things well. Like a dull knife, I have broken the hearts of many people, Aunt Li's, Xie Xue's, Li Rouqiu's, Chen Yan's, and yours.

I have been ill for 23 years, and I no longer know how to get along with people like a normal person, to feel the simplest and least restrictive feelings between people. I didn't even believe at the beginning that there would be any desperate love in this world, so I satirized you, rejected you, and educated you at that time. I said you don't know anything.

In fact, the one who doesn't know anything is me, He Yu.

You hope I can understand the days when you came here, the days when you were guarding me, it must be very difficult.

No matter what you say to me, what you do, I don't believe that your feelings for me are real, I push you away over and over again, make you bloody, hope you get farther away from me The better, I can't see the light in your eyes, I don't believe there is light in your eyes.

He Yu, I'm really sorry.

Later, when you came back, many things have changed, you don't like me anymore. I know this is actually a relief for you, and you don't have to face a person who can't even learn how to accept someone else's sincerity from now on. You have the warmest, bravest and most persistent heart in the world, and my heart is already too sick, fortunately, it will no longer be a drag on you.

But that's not to say I don't like you, He Yu.

I never told you that I already like you very much. This is a feeling I have never had before, and will never have again for anyone. I am willing to protect you, take care of you, and accompany you. I am willing to let your willfulness and your temper go. I am willing to give all my feelings and even my life for you.

However, it is too late, and the things you once hoped for are now irrelevant.

I have nothing else to give you.

I just want to be honest with you at the end, you are worthy of love.

You are to be loved.

You are already loved.

I know you hate me, and I have to say that it hurts and numbs me to bear your hatred, but I know that's what I owe you. So your willfulness, irritability, indifference after you come back... I can understand. I feel bad, but I have to suffer, I owe you. I owe you a whole heart.

I did not escape, I am willing to accompany the angry you like this, just as you used to accompany the ruthless me. You put the knife in my heart and I don't hide, I want to know how painful you used to be.

I do this only in the hope that when I leave your side, you have vented enough and you can forgive me, even a little bit.

Hatred is not for you, He Yu.

Teach you how to set up a reading page, come and see!

You are a kind child. Although (forgive me this time, I have to say honestly, I hope you can change it in the future), you have a lot of bad habits, like spending money, being a rogue, picky eater, uncontrollable temper... The bottom line of being a person is actually not that high, but You are in awe of true feelings and human life, and you can have a bright future. I've always thought so.

When I took the initiative to cooperate with the police, it was not because I believed that you would collude with Mandela, but I hoped that you would give me your hand and not stubbornly carry everything alone. When I went to the police station, what I thought the most was... You are only twenty, He Yu.

You were only twenty years old that year.

I don't want to and can't let you have any surprises, so I hope you can trust me again like you held my hand next to the flowers when you were a child.

But maybe because of my previous rejections and rejections, you have lost confidence in me, so I have no chance to regain your trust. In the final analysis, I still hurt your feelings too much.

He Yu. I didn't do a lot of things well.

I don't know if you want to believe it or not, but I actually accepted your confession in my heart a long time ago, before I accompany you on your twentieth birthday.

But at that time, my body was already very bad, and all the organs were failing. It was the sequelae of excessive use of rn-13. I don't know how to arrange my love for you. The doctor said that I only have five or six years to live. I thought that instead of making you sad and occupying the best youth in your life to accompany me to death, it is better to let everything be Stay in a manageable situation.

Until today when I wrote this letter, President Lu told me that he was in the middle and late stages of lung cancer. He had told everyone but not me. I was able to understand that ignorance is actually more cruel than companionship.

The pain of companionship can be healed by time after all, but the uninformed regret will always be a scar on my heart.

Forgive me for telling you so late, I hope you hate me less, but it's okay if you still hate me. I still remember how nice you were to me.

I will always remember how good you were to me.

Kid, you are the strongest person I have ever met.

You are the most persistent person I have ever met.

You are the only one I like.

After writing this letter, I'm going to Mandela Island, and I'm not sure if I'll have a chance to see you again. I also don't know where my future will be.

But I will always love you in the future.

wherever.

Whether still alive or not.

He Yu, I forgive you that Brother Xie is not good at expressing emotions like this. In the past 23 years, I have not expressed my sincerity to anyone in this way. I don't really know how to say and do what is best. Even writing letters is very blunt. If there is something that makes you feel uncomfortable, I am here to apologize. Your brother Xie is a science and engineering man, please don't be mad at me, I'm sorry.

Xie Qingcheng

March 7, 2025

evening

He Yu read the entire letter.

I don't know if it's terminally ill, if it's going crazy, but He Yu's feeling at this moment is to want to laugh.

His smile spread from the bottom of his heart to his eyes, like a tidal wave. He didn't know why he thought of Xie Qingcheng's stiff appearance as he turned the pen and couldn't think of a suitable word for a long time.

He laughed, Zheng Jingfeng and the nurse next to him panicked and looked at him in horror.

But he didn't do anything, he just kept laughing, the laughter was getting louder and more uncontrollable, he laughed so much that tears flowed out, dripping on the letter paper, smeared. words above.

The person who wrote this letter... The person who embraced him infinitely because of him and believed in love... The person who only loved him in his life.

In the end, he died by the knife of the one he loved.

In the end, he only thought that he was a substitute.

In what mood did he leave...

He Yu raised his head. He had thought about what he said when he confessed to Xie Qing countless times these days.

He hates himself why he said that Xie Qingcheng is the snow in the sky...

from the sky…

Snow…

The irony is deep into the bones, and the grief is lost.

How painful.

How painful was Xie Qingcheng when he died

How sad? That's why he asked He Yu to move forward to find another life and love.

Xie Qingcheng believed in irreplaceable love because of He Yu.

But at the last moment, his faith was shattered.

He was so arrogant, and even shed blood and tears, choked and said that he was not the best...

With Xie Qingcheng's heart, at that moment how desperate did he have to collapse to be so selfish

At this time, He Yu would rather that Xie Qingcheng had never loved him and would not have been hurt so badly by him, but Xie Qingcheng wrote on the letter that I will always love you in the future, no matter where I am, whether I am or not. still alive.

He burst out laughing, clutching the thin page of letter paper and the infinite affection he didn't hold.

He smiled, panted, raised his tearful eyes, and looked at Zheng Jingfeng for a long time.

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Finally, in a hoarse voice, he murmured, "... Uncle... Could you... do me one last favor?"

Zheng Jingfeng hurriedly said, "What?"

"..." He Yu looked at him with red eyes, numbly, "I... don't want to die... I want to be cured... I will cooperate with the treatment... I am willing... to cooperate with the treatment... I want to... I want to go out... I want to see it again. Take a look at him... look at the places where he used to heal, ask him about things... that I didn't have time to tell me."

"I ask you to help me to beg the political commissar Wang and the Wei family... even if I beg Chen to slow... otherwise I know that others will not let me out easily..."

"please… "

"Let me go to his grave... let me see him again..."

"I beg you..."

"Please... let me take another look at the person I love..."

He is his lover, and it can be seen that he needs the approval of the world.

After Zheng Jingfeng left, He Yu sat on the bed, the nurse wanted to put away the letter, but he refused.

He kept reading it, reading it over and over.

His cheeks were cold, and when the tears dried, they were wrinkled coldly on his face.

Suddenly, he was startled.

He suddenly discovered the last tenderness hidden in this letter—

Xie Qingcheng told him almost the whole truth in the letter, but there was only one thing that he still did not tell him—

The text message that deceived He Yu three years ago was not sent by Xie Qingcheng, but by Director Hu.

Xie Qingcheng was willing to carry this only misunderstanding by himself, and would not say it until his death.

After he didn't want He Yu to know about this, he felt pain and regret when he recalled all the differences after the two reunited.

Because Xie Qingcheng had experienced this kind of unrepentant pain, he would rather beg He Yu's forgiveness abruptly than tell He Yu that he was wronged.

Only this one thing, he was unwilling to tell the truth until his death.

He was afraid that He Yu would suffer.

His little devil is still young and has suffered a lot.

He protected him once with his body. On Mandela Island, let him not be the target of public criticism.

Now, he still uses his sincerity to protect him for the second time. In the future, let him not be bothered by guilt.

Xie Qingcheng has been ill for 23 years and has lost the ability to express his love normally.

But He Yu undoubtedly felt it at this moment - he felt a warm hand covering the top of his hair, he raised his head and saw Xie Qingcheng standing in front of him, he didn't laugh very much, others saw It makes him feel like he doesn't have any feelings. But He Yu knew that he did.

In the cocoon of illness for 23 years, she struggled to be gentle and protective.

Love and pampering.

Xie Qingcheng gave it to him silently.

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Three months later, at the time of the summer solstice, He Yu, who was in limbo, was finally released and discharged from the hospital after completing various interrogations and evaluations and signing a series of guarantee documents.

Although he could feel that someone was watching him in the dark, to prevent him from doing anything out of control, he didn't mind it anymore.

He went to the Aesthetic Education Private Hospital. The old dean was going to work on the last day. The old man's physical condition was dying. He kept secrets for his classmates and comrades for nearly half his life. Now it's finally time for him to disarm and return to the field. He seemed to have long expected that on the last day of his retirement, he would meet such a handsome and innocent guest who was like a walking corpse.

The old man smiled and asked He Yu to sit down. Like an old friend, he made him a cup of hot ginger tea, and began to tell him about the secrets that he no longer needed to keep strictly...

"That's right." At the end, the old dean seemed to see through He Yu's dying heart, he suddenly turned around and took out a notebook tremblingly, "I didn't tell you just now that Professor Xie has been tidying up and improving the old man. Are there any notes left by Qin? Those notes... It can be used by analogy. For those in today's society... Cough Cough, who drank inferior medicines and suffered from mental Ebola disease... Cough, research on their therapeutic drugs is very, very, very important. useful."

He breathed a sigh of relief and took a few more sips of water: "Xiao He, these notes, and... the research on these drugs, can you please help me and help Brother Xie for a while? We all want to see these innocent people. Victims can finally have an explanation..."

He said, and stuffed some of Xie Qingcheng's notes in his place to He Yu.

In He Yu's empty eyes, those dilapidated notes were reflected.

He flinched, trying to hide, but couldn't.

The old dean didn't let him escape, and handed those notes firmly to He Yu. When He Yu's fingertips touched the cover, they trembled violently. Slowly, there was some color and emotion in his eyes, albeit grief-stricken.

Even if the dean took him to see the place where Xie Qingcheng had been treated, and told him a lot of things to keep going, he just stood stiffly, as if he had died, just to give Xie Qingcheng a last look at the world .

Until these unfinished matters of Xie Qingcheng were carefully handed to He Yu's palm.

He Yu's hand touched the notes that Xie Qingcheng had rubbed hundreds of times, and it was the first time that the old dean saw a faint and painful light on him.

People have a chance to live if they think about it.

This point, the old dean has been a doctor for so long, and he understands in his heart.

"Open it and see."

He Yu hesitated, slowly, lowered his head and opened the note.

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The job originally belonged to Qin Ciyan, and when he opened it, there was Mr. Qin's handwriting on the title page.

It should be written by Qin Lao in his later years. The old man is old and has an old-fashioned style. What he wrote is: "If there is a next life, I will still be willing to contribute my modest efforts to save the lives that are suffering from illness. If there is another life. In life, I will still make such a choice, and I will not regret it.”

Under that line of words, what caught He Yu's eyes was another line of familiar fonts, slightly slanted.

Xie Qingcheng wrote:

"me too."

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At dusk, He Yu finally came to the cemetery.

Xie Qingcheng's tomb was erected beside Qin Ciyan's sculpture tomb. He was Qin Ciyan's favorite apprentice during his lifetime, but he was not even qualified to worship Qin Ciyan upright.

Now he can finally be around the teacher and meet him.

It's just that there is no name on his tombstone. According to his wishes during his lifetime, what he engraved is just the epitaph of Keats' tomb.

"Hereliesonewhosenawaswrittenwater"

The long-sleeping people here are famous for books on the water.

Because there are too many confidential cases involved, and some people may maliciously use illegal drugs to spread rumors and slander Qin Ciyan's reputation. In the registered letter sent to Xie Xue, Xie Qingcheng has left behind the details of his death. He explained that he did not need anyone to justify his resignation from the hospital that year.

He did what he wanted to do and protected everyone he wanted to protect. He has acted in the right way in his life, and there is rarely anything to be ashamed of.

As for what people would say about him and how they would evaluate him, it was just his name, and he didn't care anymore.

He Yu crossed the lawn of the cemetery, first placed a bunch of lilies in front of Qin Ciyan's tombstone, then held the endless summer in his arms and walked to Xie Qingcheng's side.

The lilac-purple hydrangea bouquet is wrapped in gauze paper of the same color, and the bouquet is covered with a layer of pure white gauze.

He walked over, stood still, and looked at the writing on the tombstone.

He called softly, "Brother Xie..."

Suddenly, the wind picked up, as if going back in time to the early summer more than ten years ago, the veil on the hydrangea was suddenly lifted by the wind, the veil flew very high, and finally fell flutteringly.

Unbiased, the white gauze fell on Xie Qingcheng's tombstone.

He Yu opened his mouth, his heart seemed to be blocked by something, which caused him such pain that he couldn't speak for a while. He bowed down, bowed his head, and knelt before his monument.

"You dropped something..."

Finally, like the child many years ago, he held the soft veil and said to him with a choked voice.

"Brother, your things fell."

What you left in this world is a heart that has never changed to love you.

do you know…

He knelt in front of his tomb for a long time, but no one ever stretched out a warm hand to him again, lowered his handsome and cold face that reminded people of "the sound of snow is near the bamboo", and took the hand he handed over. Qingsha, say something to him—

"Thank you."

When night fell, He Yu finally stood up, his legs were numb, and he stumbled away.

The administrator of the cemetery is new, and he will lock the gate of the cemetery as he waits for the last worshiper to leave the garden to leave.

He Yu blushed, lowered his eyes, and apologized to him in a low voice: "I wasted your time."

"It's okay, it's only a little late." The manager was a merciful old man, but he was a little curious and hesitated for a while. He asked, "That tombstone without a name... is very mysterious. Never said who he was."

He tentatively asked He Yu: "Do you know who he is?"

He Yu didn't answer, if Xie Qingcheng didn't want others to know his name, then he wouldn't go against his will.

Seeing him, the old man didn't say anything, and didn't force it, he just said: "...Young man, I'm sorry, I asked too much. I've been doing this for half my life, and I've only seen two tombs, so—"

He Yu was stunned for a moment, and a string was faintly touched in his heart.

"Two seats?"

"Yeah, there is another Chengxi cemetery that I worked in before. It was built by a man three years ago..."

He Yu's eardrum seemed to be beaten by a heavy drum.

"Is it the Qingliangshan Cemetery in the west of the city?" - The place where Xie Qingcheng's parents were buried.

The old man's eyes widened: "You know."

He Yu was suddenly dizzy and could hardly speak.

Half an hour later, he drove to the cemetery. The door of the cemetery was closed, but his extreme mourning and the accommodating fee finally made the janitor make an exception for him.

He Yu quickly found the nameless monument.

There is no need to ask who the person who bought this cemetery is. He knew the only answer when he saw the few lines of elegant but strong English words on the tombstone.

The answer became the knife that was slaughtered in his heart.

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He staggered over and knelt down in front of the cold tombstone with a plop. His forehead was against the stone face, and his figure was lonely, just like the man who loved him three years ago.

Nothgofhithatdothfade.

Butdothsufferasea-ge.

Intosothgridstrange.

At this moment, He Yu suddenly understood why Xie Qingcheng wanted a nameless stele. There was no name engraved on the stele, only a string of words.

Shelley Tomb, Keats Tomb.

Xie Qingcheng didn't care about his reputation not only because of his reputation for writing on the water. He also wanted to accompany He Yu silently in this way.

No matter how deep their love is, they have no status, they are not tolerated by the world, and they cannot be buried together.

But in this city, there are only two such nameless monuments, engraved with two lines of secrets that only the two of them know, engraved with their youthful years.

He Yu's tears fell like broken beads, and his hand stroked the familiar handwriting on the monument, as if covering Xie Qing's blood-stained hand over time.

"elder brother… "

In front of this tomb, he burst into tears. No one knows what he lost, just as no one knows who is buried here.

In this life, only Xie Qingcheng would accompany him like this and know their secrets.

Xie Qingcheng was the only one who wanted to be by his side even if he had erased his name and abandoned his reputation.

There will never be a second Dr. Xie.

He has been with him, under the nameless monument and green grass, long companion, long sleep.

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Mandela's turmoil is finally over.

Because Qin Ciyan's notes played a big role in that year, those patients who were affected in the past all successfully waited for the treatment medicine, and after they recovered, there was no recurrence. As for the researchers on the island, and Anthony... They were all sentenced to 20 years to the death penalty. They were imprisoned and executed by Skynet.

Xie Xue and Wei Dongheng have always had the only group photo of their family of three and Xie Qingcheng in their home. Xie Qingcheng in the photo will always stay in the year of thirty-six and never grow old.

Xie Xue had to take a look at the photo before going to work every day. This one glance, day by day, year after year...

"Brother, good morning, I'm going out."

"Brother, I'm back."

Just like when Xie Qingcheng took care of her alone when she was growing up, Xie Xue greeted the people in the photos day after day, which was a habit since childhood.

It's just that Xie Qingcheng always said to her: "Be careful on the road." Or "How was your performance in school today?"

There are none now.

But Xie Xue felt that she could still hear his voice.

Because he is in her heart.

Just like that, open and close the door every day, look at the photos... Decades have passed in a flash.

Later, Xie Xue no longer needed to work.

She is eighty years old.

She hunched over to go shopping.

The things I bought are some fresh eggs, green onions, ham and shrimp. She makes Yangzhou fried rice and never puts peas.

This is her favorite home-cooked meal.

Ya Ya went to study in the United States, studied medicine, and became a professor of medicine at the school Qin Ciyan attended when she was young. Now Xie Xue only lives with Wei Dongheng. The old couple can't eat too much. This fried rice is full of color, flavor and nutrition. It's better than anything else. .

Her brother used to take care of her like this. Take care of her from childhood to adulthood.

Whenever she made this bowl of fried rice, she felt that he was still taking care of them.

She smiled and ate, with wrinkles at the end of her eyes. She lived a happy life, but she knew that it was because there was a person who had been protecting and loving her with his life after they lost their parents.

She bowed her head to eat fried rice.

It was hot and grainy, and she had already done it as well as him.

After eating, she and Wei Dongheng turned on the TV, and a series was played on the TV. She and Wei Dongheng also participated in the production.

This play is made by He Yu. He Yu has been living alone since then. He didn't leave the world, maybe it's just because he still has some things to do, some past events, only he can be a complete narrator.

Finally, after so many years, all the files have been decrypted, and He Yu, who finally became the director, chose to tell everyone what happened in the past honestly and originally in this way.

Xie Xue felt that his casting was not good, and he was not satisfied with Xie Qingcheng's actor selection. She always thinks this is not tall enough, that is not manly enough, this is too rough, and that is not smart.

She said: "How come there is no one who can even be 30% like my brother? Now that technology is so advanced, makeup and photography skills are so good, why can't anyone let me see it? Where's his shadow?"

He Yu said: "There is no one who can replace him."

The film was finally shot, and the casting was unsatisfactory, but at least the story was true, and the people who were recruited who did not die also cooperated in the production. Even Chen Wan, who had hardly ever met He Yu again, flew back from far away Europe after receiving information about this project, and cooperated with him to restore some of the events of the year.

Teach you how to set up a reading page, come and see!

Xie Xue still didn't like this film. She felt that Xie Qingcheng and Wei Dongheng's young actors were wrong. It made her uncomfortable to watch, and she didn't feel that way at all.

But she loves listening to the ending song of the show.

The ending song was written by He Yu himself.

The melody is melodious, with some retro Hong Kong style Cantonese old movies.

The singing echoed in the living room where the curtains fluttered—

The wind blows, the veil falls,

Picked up a dream mottled.

I've been dreaming for half my life, you know

The door is open, the book fair is on,

The words on the title page have faded,

I've read it a thousand times, you know

When I'm lonely, I want to go far away,

I think you once held my hand,

I persisted for a long time, you know

Hold you like snow, kiss you like frost,

Loving you is like drinking a bottle of wine,

I can't ask for a heartbreak.

But when will you give me another glass of heartbroken wine,

I haven't seen you for a long time,

Even the pain of the past is tender,

Did you know

Are you in my dream tonight

Can you hug me tonight

Open that door tonight, are you still looking at the flowers like snow by the window

It's dawn, it's dark again,

I think you have endured the long night,

I persisted for a long time, you know

A year has passed, a year has passed,

People's memories have faded away,

I'm the only one who can't forget it, you know

The wind stopped, the yarn fell again,

No one picks up a dream mottled again,

It stopped in front of you, Sleeper, you know

The long sleeper here, my temples are gray, do you know that

The ending song is over.

The screen gradually turns black.

Gently tap two lines on the projection screen:

To the one who redeemed my life.

To the man who is redeeming his whole life.

The words are darkened and hidden.

The last line of words lit up slowly, like the light of dawn—yes, after that person left, He Yu would get up very early every day, he was waiting for the morning, the moment when the morning light finally came on—

"The end"

The author has something to say: don't worry... don't worry... There will be the second half of the chapter tomorrow...

After the second half of the chapter, there is still a cure episode... But the episode may take a day off before starting the update, and I have been taking care of my body for more than half a month, so there is no manuscript for the episode, it depends on the situation~ Try, but it may not be able to update every day...