"click". Everything turns from light to dark, the screen goes out, and the picture returns to darkness.
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In front of the writing desk, He Yu typed the words "End of the play" in front of the computer, then stood up—
He walked to the terrace, knocked on a Marlboro, lit it, took a breath, and slowly exhaled the blue smoke of those memories.
Two years have passed.
It has been two full years since Xie Qingcheng left.
He still sometimes feels unreal, like having a nightmare from which he has never woken up. He would always hear Xie Qingcheng calling him a kid.
But he was already twenty-five.
Not a kid anymore.
No one will call him a kid again.
Yesterday he met Team Zheng on the road. Lao Zheng has retired, and when He Yu saw him, he was skateboarding with his grandson in the park. Lao Zheng asked, "Is everything okay, now?"
Nothing good or bad.
two years.
After Xie Xue was grief-stricken, she managed to get out of the shadows, and Aunt Li gradually stopped seeing sadness easily.
Chen slow was injured and his spirit was not good. He was sent to Europe for recuperation at home. He Yu had no intention of seeing Chen slow's circle of friends on Xie Xue's mobile phone. A heartwarming photo with a faint smile.
Everyone else can start over, but he can't.
But he said, everything is fine, don't worry.
What's wrong, the results of the trial have been implemented, and those researchers and criminals have all been sentenced to corresponding prison terms - just as He Yu wrote in the story.
He Yu wrote everything they experienced into a book, more than one million words, just finished.
He was able to restore the past as faithfully as possible, thanks to the efforts of the commander-in-chief, Lao Zheng.
Before Mandela Island was blown up, Wei Er and the others seized a machine. After deciphering, the machine stored a large number of thinking files. Some have been collected very well, such as Huang Zhilong, Duan Wen, Chen slow, Anthony, and Mandela almost made a backup of their entire brain memory.
Some are scattered data, such as Wei Er. Mandela should be interested in them and managed to collect some information, but not much.
The deciphering of this machine requires the help of someone who is very familiar with Mandela. The big leader in charge of the whole case finally figured it out. Someone like He Yu, instead of locking him up, it is better to make good use of him. The leader allowed He Yu to go.
He Yu has thus seen the truest heart of many people.
Mandela's organization has stored various human brain data for many years, allowing him to understand the past of many people he met along the way, and he can roughly know what those people were thinking at that time.
In this story of more than one million words, he recounted everything he had experienced, known, and interviewed over the years.
He himself is a scholar and editor, and there are so many first-hand materials, it is not difficult to scrutinize the psychology and restore the old things. He Yu is very professional in this regard. His descriptions strive to be truthful, and describe almost everyone objectively and calmly. The only exception is when writing Xie Qingcheng.
When he wrote about him, he could only try to be objective, but not calm. He always finds himself in tears halfway through the fight, or laughing with tears in his eyes.
In the past two years, He Yu has been reminiscing day after day, thinking about Xie Qingcheng in this way, and thinking about the years when he was still there.
He has been living in the past, living in the story.
Every day he walks in a normal society, treats people and things in a peaceful way, and treats everyone lightly, and neither joy nor anger can be seen on his face. Everyone is a little afraid of him, because he is too cold, and people can't feel the slightest breath of life in him.
But other people don't know, in fact, every night when he comes home, sits in front of the computer and opens the file, he continues to recall the past, how Xie Qingcheng was at that time, and when he wrote the story about him and Xie Qingcheng, he They are all alive, with infinitely vivid expressions on their faces.
He felt that at this time, Xie Qingcheng seemed to be by his side again.
He would even see Xie Qingcheng brewing a cup of ginger tea and walking to his desk, putting the tea in his hand, as if to say to him, kid, rest your eyes, you can't just consume it just because you are young.
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He took the steaming cup of ginger tea. The mug was an out-of-print Nick Fox and Judy set he had collected from a second-hand website. He was obedient and finished the tea slowly.
"I wrote the last chapter today." On the eve of the conclusion, He Yu once said to the phantom of Xie Qingcheng who was sitting at his desk, "Do you think I should finish writing the future? Or just write about me? Going to see you in front of your grave?... Actually, I know that the future will not be like what I wrote, I won't live to ten."
He took another sip of hot tea and looked at Xie Qingcheng's figure.
No one can see Xie Qingcheng, only he can see it.
"Because I'm going to find you after I finish writing this book. Don't look at me with such reproachful eyes." He Yu laughed, "It's really lonely to live alone."
"In the past two years, I recalled every past event and thought about your heart at that time, and I felt that you were still alive, and I could still see you. Although sometimes I don't know what you are thinking, I just stay there. It's white, but as long as I'm still writing, I feel like I can still touch you."
"But after I finish writing, I don't know where to look for you." He Yu looked at Xie Qingcheng, who was sitting silently in another armchair in the study.
He looked at the man's clear face.
"Brother, I'm going to finish this story tonight. Tomorrow... will you come?"
Xie Qingcheng didn't speak, just looked at him with worried and reproachful eyes.
"It's okay if you don't come, I'll go look for you soon." He Yu said softly, "As for this book, I'll keep the file... Don't worry, the contents of the two of us... I'll delete it, I don't Show it to others. It's a private copy that only I can read."
"I just thought that many things can't be said at the moment, because it will involve various secrets and many people. But I believe in time. One day, everything can be decrypted, and you don't have to worry anymore because of your reasons, Mr. Qin will be slandered in an unexplainable way... You don't have to 'reputate on the water' anymore. I keep it, and I hope they can rectify your name by then."
"It makes no sense that you have sacrificed everything and even your own life, but you can't get a good ending. You don't even have a fair evaluation that belongs to you." He Yu said.
But Xie Qingcheng didn't seem to care about this, he sat on He Yu's chair, lowered his eyes, and rummaged through the documents on his desk.
"Oh..." Seeing his actions, He Yu added, "Those are the follow-up business strategies of the Aesthetic Education Hospital. After President Lu passed away last year, I was helping his granddaughter take care of the hospital. The little girl is not very experienced. I am worried that she will take a detour, and the things she needs to do in the next few years, as well as some suggestions for her, are all in these materials."
"Don't worry, I know it's something you value very much, and I've made a plan."
But Xie Qingcheng still looked down at the files.
He Yu sat over and said to him very gently: "I wrote very simple, you can't understand it like this, let me explain it to you..."
Sitting next to Xie Qingcheng's phantom, he pointed at the abbreviations word by word, explaining their meaning.
He finished.
Lift your eyes-
Xie Qingcheng has disappeared.
There was no one around him, no second person in the study, and no cup of steaming ginger tea.
Only the cursor jumping on the screen.
The cursor stayed on the word "End of the whole play".
He Yu lowered his head, and after a while, he raised his hand and put his palm on the chair he reserved for Xie Qingcheng. When he was writing about their past, he could see Xie Qingcheng every night.
But he always felt that tomorrow night, Xie Qingcheng would not come again.
He clicked off the computer screen, walked to the terrace, lit a cigarette, and looked at the vast night sky—there are hardly any stars at night in Shanghai, and the light on the ground is too bright. And gradually this forgetting as a habit.
He exhaled a cigarette.
At this time, he actually knew very well that Zoya, when a person lost the most important bond in the world, he would do anything to get it back.
Can let go, just because there are other options.
He didn't.
He was even tired of this world, he knew that someone was watching his every move secretly all the time, no matter whether he was a good person or not, whether he had ambitions or not, the existence of blood Gu was a threat to society. After Duan Cuizhen's death, some of the agents who had been in charge of the case would be left to stare at him.
But luckily, those days are coming to an end.
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The day after He Yu wrote the whole story, he got up early.
He went to Moyu Lane once, and Xie Xue gave him the key. He would often come to clean the house for Xie Qingcheng in the past two years, as if the man would come back at any time.
In the house, he ordered two bowls of chicken soup dumplings that were not successful, one bowl was eaten by himself, and the other bowl was left across the table.
After eating, he read books for a long time in front of Xie Qingcheng's desk, then got up to make tea and sweep the floor...
He was at his house, spending an unusual day alone.
In the evening, he watched TV for a while, and accidentally saw He Li on a show, his half-brother participated in a thirteen-rate TV show with little ratings, and talked about his previous experience. The young man has been ignorant since he was a child, and now he has no choice but to use his parents and brother to make money. He secretly spoke a lot of bad things about He Yu on the show. He really didn't have to talk about it, but he didn't say who it was. The purpose was to please some voyeurs and the show team. Before the change, He Yu's temper would definitely make him pay the price.
But now He Yu doesn't want to care anymore.
He looked at the boy whose features were very similar to Wei Rong, only to think that the other party was pathetic. He didn't want to waste time messing with people like that.
Life is precious, and every minute, every second, should be lived for the one you love.
He Yu then turned off the TV and slept on Xie Qingcheng's bed. There seemed to be a faint scent of disinfectant on the bedding. He hugged Xie Qingcheng's quilt, as if he was holding the man on this bed before.
He buried his face in the soft quilt and called softly, "Brother..."
Just curled up alone all night.
He is satisfied.
This is his farewell to Xie Qingcheng.
He couldn't have lived to be eighty years old as written in his own story. His heart is dead, and his body can't last long. Waking up from Xie Qingcheng's bed the next morning, he groomed himself carefully and put on neat clothes. He planned to go to the beach and end everything there.
He spent half a day making arrangements for other things behind him, and then got on a train in the afternoon. He didn't take any luggage with him. The only thing he carried on him was a paper rose, which was presented by Xie Qing. The blood-stained paper rose with his name written on it.
He kept his red rose close to his heart, and let it accompany him to the end of everything.
His heart was at peace, he put on his headphones and listened to the old songs he had heard in the jazz bar, the songs were even cheerful, like the crisp golden sunlight throbbing outside the train window.
"Long summer blooms on the branches... roses roses, I love you..."
He laughed.
He remembered that Xie Qingcheng had stepped on his foot while dancing.
When the train arrived at the station, he got off the train. It was a small fishing village near the sea. He booked a homestay. As a decoration, however, what finally made him decide to choose it as a place to spend his last night was the vast expanse of endless summer hydrangeas planted by the owner in the small courtyard facing the sea.
Those pink-blue-pink-purple hydrangea are more brilliant than the glow of the sun, adorned with a gentle blue ocean in early summer.
He decided to watch the last sunset and the sunrise again in this garden full of endless summer.
Then he would leave early in the morning and go to
Everything was well arranged, and he opened the door with the key given by the master and went into the courtyard.
"You came."
He Yu was stunned for a moment. The reservation online showed that it was an independent homestay and did not live with the owner. This is…
When he looked up, He Yu was even more surprised by the person he saw, and his face sank.
"-why you."
Standing in front of him was a man wearing sunglasses and a floral shirt. His upper body was obviously resort-style, but his lower body had not forgotten to wear field training pants and military boots.
One of the former members of Dreambreaker, Wei Dongheng's second brother.
He Yu has a thorn in every word: "Are you following me?"
"I arrived earlier than you, so it can't be considered a follower." Wei Er nodded at him and pulled two chairs out from the dining table in the open-air garden, "It's been almost three hours of driving, drink some water? Sit down and talk."
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He Yu didn't sit down, his eyes became extremely cold, and his drooping hand seemed to be about to move.
Wei Er was an officer, very keen, and with a glance from the corner of his eye, he poured two glasses of lemonade at the light blue iron garden table covered with a white tablecloth, and said: "After the fall of Mandela, we and you, There are also some sub-spiritual Ebola patients who have symptoms of mutation and signed a convention, requiring you not to use your special abilities except in extreme circumstances such as personal safety threats, or you will be subject to special secret trials."
After the lemonade was poured, he sat down on a garden chair and invited He Yu again.
"sit."
Saying that, his eyes fell on He Yu's hand: "I suggest that you still don't use blood Gu on me."
"I don't care what kind of trial." He Yu said coldly.
"I know." Wei Er said, "but I still recommend that you sit down and have a cup of tea with me, and then consider whether to continue to abide by the secret agreement. In addition, I think your decision to give up your life can also wait until then. Do it again."
"… "
He Yu's expression became even more ugly.
He knew that the Dreambreakers were still monitoring his abnormal behavior day and night, but he didn't expect them to even peep out.
"Are you bored enough to hire a psychologist to analyze my behavior?"
"Yeah." Wei Er actually admitted it generously, he held Erlang's legs and put one hand on the back of the chair behind him, his expression was a little ruffian, and he even smiled, "Mr. He, do you want to reimburse us for expenses? "
"Dreambreaker shouldn't be short of this amount of money."
Wei Er lit a cigarette and pushed the lighter and cigarette case to He Yu across the table: "Dreambreaker is not bad for money, but the salary of the suicide/suicide psychologist comes from the private funds of our Wei family. If you want reimbursement, I have no opinion at all."
Then he grinned again.
"..." He Yu's brows furrowed slightly at this time, "Who is hired by your family?"
"I'm a little interested." Wei Er licked his lower lip, brushed off the ash, and took two sips of water.
He Yu stared at him without blinking: "What do you mean. Why should the Wei family care about this?"
"Why don't we eat candy first."
Wei Er did not answer, but suddenly took out a small square box from his pocket. The box was sealed with metal, and when opened, there was a pill the size of a white marble.
He Yu: "... what is this?"
"Good thing, it was just developed two days ago. It was almost too late." Wei Er said meaningfully, and even tutted.
The way he spoke in such an appalling manner completely annoyed He Yu.
He Yu stood up expressionlessly and was about to leave.
"Hey, don't go." Wei Er was a little anxious at the moment, "Why did you leave without saying a word, you were not so bad-tempered before, anyway, pretend to be polite."
"I don't want to pretend for a long time." He Yusen said, "If you want to say it, say it, or if you don't say it, don't block my way to see him."
"..." Wei Er felt that He Yu really couldn't be joking now. So he straightened his face: "I really can't tell you first. If you take this medicine, it will be used as a sedative, okay? I will tell you after you take it. I will tell you immediately."
Facing his cold eyes, Wei Er said, "You are not afraid of death, so you are not afraid of eating a piece of my candy, right?"
"… "
He Yu finally walked up and stared at the pill for a while.
Although he didn't know what medicine was sold in Wei Er's gourd, he was right in one sentence, he wasn't even afraid of death—it was true, what else would a person be afraid of if he wasn't even afraid of death.
He Yu raised his head and swallowed the medicine.
Then he looked at Wei Er again: "You can talk now."
Under the dazzling afternoon sun, he watched Wei Er's mouth move, and suddenly he couldn't hear anything. He felt a piercing pain, and colorful phantoms began to appear in front of him, and Wei Er's face became getting blurry. He wanted to stand up, but his body swayed a bit, but he fell straight down.
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Plop.
He Yu's eyes darkened, the last impression was a severe colic in his chest, and then his consciousness was interrupted.
"Hey." Wei Er went around the table, checked He Yu's condition, and dialed a number, "Well, yes, it works. Come over and have a blood test, you can tell him if there is no problem with the blood test. To be honest, I'm fucking exhausted, what's wrong with this, I have to fly back to work overtime after a fucking vacation in Hainan..."
When He Yu woke up, he found that he was still in this garden cottage, but he had been moved to the bedroom on the second floor. 's glow.
The pointer on the wall had turned to past eleven o'clock at night.
There was a circle of people wearing white coats around him. What made him very uncomfortable was that he was tied up by these people with therapeutic tapes.
The leading doctor was actually known to He Yu, the distant cousin of He Yu. Because my cousin received and handled many related medical cases in the emergency department, he was invited by Dream Breakers to join the healing work for those mentally ill Ebola patients in the society three years ago. After he has explained the situation to you, he will let it go. "
He Yu's face was completely black: "What the hell are you trying to do?!"
Several doctors affiliated with Dreambreaker, including Wei Er who was standing next to each other, looked at each other, and finally everyone's eyes fell on the only one who had such a meager blood relationship with He Yu and might not have been killed. on brother.
"..." Under the trust of the public, my cousin had to speak slowly, "... Do you still remember Xie Lishen?"
"Isn't he the death penalty with a reprieve?" He Yu's eyes could almost be called terrifying, "Don't tell me he was released."
"No, no, don't worry." My cousin hesitated for a moment, and then stretched out his hand first, as if he wanted to gesture with He Yu in sign language, but when he raised his eyes and met He Yu's eyes, he put his hand down again, "Cough , Uh, it's like this... Then you still remember, you fell into the sea and was rescued by Mandela, and then this Xie Lishen performed a rescue operation on you, and then... "
My cousin seemed to make a big detour and tell He Yu a very obscure and difficult story. He Yu was already irritable, and his eyes seemed to be on fire.
"His surgery wasn't just to treat you, you know they weren't so kind, mainly..."
"Okay." Wei Er couldn't take it anymore, he changed from leaning against the wall with his arms folded, to standing up straight and walking to He Yu's bed.
Cousin was not very happy: "Then what do you say?"
Wei Er glanced at his cousin, and seemed to be rolling his eyes. In the end, he really said it, especially neatly: "Xie Qingcheng is still alive."
"… "
"… "
No one expected him to showdown with such a direct stab to the heart, and the room was suddenly silent.
He Yu's eyes were wide open, and he looked at Wei Er in amazement, and there was no blood on his face.
Wei Er quickly began to defuse/explode before he lost control of his emotions: "You must calm down, and then I can tell you the cause and effect of this incident. We didn't mean to deceive you, there is really no way. The sooner you cooperate. , the sooner you can go to see him, understand? Although there are indeed some people in the leadership in charge of Dreambreakers who are full of caution against you, but you have to trust the political commissar Wang, the commander-in-chief... and all of us, all these years. We are all protecting you and speaking for you."
"… "
"Reinstate yourself." Wei Er seemed calm, but he stared at He Yu, who could go berserk anytime, anywhere. In fact, there was a cold sweat behind him, "In order to see him earlier, listen to me, okay? ?"
Seeing that the scarlet in He Yu's eyes finally slowly descended, Wei Er unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
He sat down beside He Yu's bed: "It's like this, it really has to start with the operation Xie Lishen performed on you three years ago..."
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three days later.
Kennedy International Airport.
With the help of the former Dream Breaker Commander, He Yu's visa was processed as quickly as possible, and he got off the plane and boarded the shuttle bus sent by the hospital. Along the way, He Yu had to do what the "Dreambreaker Pact" required, not to use blood poison to force this innocent bearded uncle to speed.
He couldn't wait any longer. He looked out the window at the exotic scenery that had become blurred and phantom. His palms were full of sweat. The heartbeat that had accelerated from the moment he got off the plane had already made him dizzy. It made him almost suffocate.
It was only then that he understood why within the past two years, as long as he collects supplementary perspectives and contacts people from the former Dreambreaker, even Xie Xue, the Wei family, they will do their best to cooperate with him to tell the story completely. At the same time, intentionally or unintentionally, I told him that no matter what, the days would go on.
The more times, he became very angry. He didn't know why everyone was persuading him to live well, as if there was any hope in life, especially Xie Xue, didn't she understand that losing Xie Qingcheng meant losing him to him what
It wasn't until Wei Er told him the whole truth in the seaside hut that day that he realized that he had actually misunderstood everyone's good intentions—
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Three years ago, he fell into the sea and was rescued by Mandela.
When Anthony was treating him, he injected a potent targeted poison into his body.
After they caught a glimpse of He Yu's heart through hypnosis, they believed that even if He Yu was willing to join the Mandela organization in the end, there was still a big hidden danger of double-sided spies. And what Duan Wen meant at the time was that if the blood Gu was thrown back to the Dream Breaker without any scruples, then he would rather not have this weapon, and he would have to kill He Yu directly.
Anthony then targeted this emotion, labelling it "inner integrity."
Mandela's people are very clear that when He Yu's heart is complete, it means that he has obtained everything he yearns for, and will have a happy and peaceful life for the rest of his life.
This must be obtained when he betrayed Mandela, stood with the Dreambreaker, and had a heart-to-heart with Xie Qing.
After Anthony was arrested, I don't know if it was because the Dreambreakers didn't leave him on the island to fend for themselves, making him want to atone for his crimes and turn his death reprieve into indefinite; or because his brain was invaded by Vivian, Vivian had brought him some influence to some extent. All in all, after he woke up and was tortured, he chose to tell the secret.
He told the dream breakers that if Xie Qingcheng was saved in the end and he was willing to be with He Yu, when all He Yu's wishes were fulfilled and his heart was filled with great satisfaction, the dormant targeted poison would will happen.
He Yu will die at the moment when happiness comes.
—This is the last chip Anthony left on He Yu.
This move is too vicious and cruel.
Xie Qingcheng's feelings for He Yu were seen by Zheng Jingfeng and the others. After knowing the secret, they had to immediately make a decision to delay He Yu's poisoning.
After several deliberation and discussion, they thought that they couldn't lie to He Yu to say that Xie Qingcheng didn't like him, that would directly cut off He Yu's hope of living, and the matter of love couldn't be hidden. At the same time, they can't say that Xie Qingcheng has amnesia or is in a vegetative state. None of these will work. As long as Xie Qingcheng is still alive, He Yu will not be able to let him go. In that case, He Yu may not only seriously interfere with the patient's treatment, but also It is also easy to get through the gang, and once the gang is used, the poison will directly trigger the death of He Yu, and they can't afford to gamble.
So they were helpless. After repeated weighing, they could only choose the lesser of the two evils, and told He Yu that Xie Qingcheng was dead.
Xie Qingcheng was really dying at that time, and his life was hanging by a thread. The leader was ready to bury him as a martyr, and the tomb was also being built.
The leader was indeed planning to keep He Yu brutally locked up until Xie Qingcheng died and was buried. But Xie Qing's symptoms were repeated, and he actually got better. In the end, it seemed that he would not be able to die for a while. Under these circumstances, Wei Er thought about it for a while, but still resolutely completed the construction of the tomb, making it appear that Xie Qingcheng was indeed buried.
He Yu was imprisoned by his superiors, and he couldn't attend the "funeral" either, so they could hide it.
In this way, after three years and five years, Dream Breaker will let Anthony in the prison develop the antidote for this targeted poison as soon as possible, and when the antidote is given to He Yu, they will be able to say Time for the truth.
Although this plan is very, very cruel, He Yu and Xie Qingcheng will be tortured, but for both of them, it is the least harmful way.
The only variable is that He Yu will get out of control and can't think about it - but this usually doesn't happen when He Yu still has a thought, so Lao Zheng tried his best to apply for a visit and handed over Xie Qingcheng's letter, which inspired him. Want to go out **. Afterwards, Dean Lu gave him the notes of Xie Qingcheng and Qin Ciyan, and gave him the task and reason to live. To prevent accidents, Wei Er has been sending psychologists to stare at He Yu.
In the end, maybe it was destined. After all the mental Ebola patients recovered, after he wrote the story, and after he did all the preparations and planned to present it with Xie Qing two days ago, he targeted the solution. The drug was finally developed.
"He made me have to watch you. He made me tell him your news every day."
He Yu looked at Wei Er with red eyes. He Yu knew who "he" was, not to mention his name. It's just that he still can't believe it. After suffering for six hundred days and nights, he suddenly told him that there was still hope for him in this world. He was timid and could not believe it.
Wei Er continued: "He is now secretly living in a hospital in the United States, receiving rehabilitation treatment. He was originally reluctant to accept organ donation and transplantation, because his internal organs are failing. If he saves his own organs, he may be able to save others. Several, even dozens of people died. But when he woke up, we told him about your situation. We told him that if you died, He Yu would definitely not be able to live. We said you could only survive In the past few years, for his 'last wish' for so many years."
"He loves you very much." In the hut, Wei Er finally said to He Yu, who couldn't calm down for a long time, "I showed him the video of you standing alone in a daze in front of his tomb, and he couldn't take it anymore. Said he chose to live. He wanted to be with you."
"Just the only time in his life he was selfish."
Xie Qingcheng was in a coma all the time when he was in China. In addition to his serious injuries, he also suffered from multiple organ failures throughout his body. Although he finally stated that his adaptability could allow him to accept any organ transplant, this surgery The difficulty is very high, and it must be operated by a medical team with sufficient rn-13 research experience, not even aesthetic education.
After the fall of Mandela, the only one with this level was the hospital in the United States where Xie Qingcheng lived.
It is also destined by God, Xie Qingcheng's original body function has been seriously damaged, even if he accepts a transplant, it can only be delayed for three years or two years at most, and those organs will quickly fail again. After the enzyme was transformed into Xie Qingcheng's body, it had an unexpected impact on Xie Qingcheng's function.
Blood Gu cells and First Emperor cells belong to the same kind of branch, but Blood Gu is a very powerful and domineering existence. As for the decaying First Emperor flesh and blood, it is constantly assimilating and combining, mutating and recombining... Medicine The above is very complicated, but in a word, He Yu's cells affected Xie Qingcheng's cells. As long as rn-13 is no longer used indiscriminately, Xie Qingcheng will slowly recover.
For the first time, He Yu thanked himself for the pain and illness he suffered in twenty-five years, because it finally became the antidote to save the people he loved.
Only he can do it.
So in fact, in the past two years, Xie Qingcheng has been quietly accompanying He Yu every day. Although for the safety of He Yu's life, he couldn't contact him no matter how distressed he was, but in the ward, he watched news and videos of He Yu from China every day.
He looked at He Yu's painful appearance in loneliness, and looked at He Yu's appearance in agony that he couldn't let go of him. In order to end this cruelty as soon as possible, he actively cooperated with the treatment more than ever, and the fire of life was in his heart again. Burning up, he took step by step, very determinedly, to let himself out of the brink of death.
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In China, He Yu also relied on the thoughts that Xie Qing presented him, and lasted day after day. It was not until two years later that he felt that everything had been explained, and he decided to give up his life to accompany each other.
"Although Xie Qingcheng didn't say it." Wei Er said, "but I know very well that if there is one day in the past two years, you have an accident. If I can't pass your news to him in time, then he will not be able to persist. already."
"His treatment was thousands of times more painful than chemotherapy, but as long as he saw that you were still persisting in China, he said he was fine and he didn't feel pain. He said he would take good care of the disease and waited to meet you."
"He has been supporting the inhuman torture, not bowing his head to death and difficulties, just for this day. The day he can meet you again."
Sitting in the car driving to the hospital in New York, He Yu recalled what Wei Er said at the time, and before he knew it, tears filled his face again.
He clenched his phone tightly, and there were records of calls and messages between Xie Qingcheng and him in the past few days—yes, on the night he took the antidote, he received a video from Xie Qingcheng in that seaside hut.
When he saw that person on his mobile phone, it was as if he had seen a dream.
But Xie Qingcheng looked at him so truthfully, Xie Qingcheng couldn't say anything when he looked at him, both of them were speechless, He Yu looked at him and his eyes were red.
He almost timidly said: "is... you..."
The voice is soft and well behaved.
Like a real, twentysomething youth. There is infinite hope in life.
The Dreambreakers knew that He Yu was already a dragon in chains, and he would not hurt anyone again, so they untied his restraints and retreated quietly, leaving the space for them.
Xie Qingcheng did not answer his words. The first sentence Xie Qingcheng said to He Yu in the video was filled with infinite shock and reproach, but the reproach sounded sad and gentle: "You really want to Jumping into the sea? How can you be so stupid…”
It was obviously not funny at all, but He Yu burst into laughter in an instant. He choked, he stroked the screen, the screen was warm, and it seemed that he really touched the face of that person thousands of miles away.
His fingers touched the cheeks, ears, lips, bridge of the nose of the man on the screen, and finally landed on those beautiful peach eyes. His fingertips were shaking, and he said to Xie Qingcheng in the video, "Brother... Your eyes... Are your eyes real?"
"It's an implantable bionic prosthetic eye, which was just developed here. It's different from ordinary prosthetic eyes. It can really see... Twenty hours of ocular nerve biomimetic reconstruction surgery."
He Yu smiled again, with tears all over his face, and he murmured, "Technology is really a good thing."
Xie Qingcheng thought for a while, this may be the first time in his life that he has spoken to someone in love.
The engineer man said: "It's not as good as you."
He Yu burst into laughter and said, "I'm not good. I'm so humble, but I like it..."
He didn't say snow in the sky. Although he always thought that the snow in the sky was Xie Qingcheng.
He seemed to want to make up for the pain and regret of the Mandela fight two years ago.
He looked at him and said, "But I still like the morning light..."
Xie Qingcheng paused.
After a while, he was on the other side of the screen, and said softly, "It's okay if it's snow in the sky. I know what you mean."
He Yu was still smiling, but more tears fell.
"I've watched you stay with you for two years." Xie Qingcheng said, "He Yu, I won't misunderstand you again."
"… Ok."
"I know your heart."
He Yu nodded with a tearful smile: "Yes."
"Good, don't cry."
"Ok… "
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The car has arrived.
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The door of the hospital opened slowly, the scenery outside the window was replaced by a large lake and lawn, the sun was dancing on the vast grassland, the swans were walking through the sparkling lake, He Yu lowered the car window, and the air was blowing in the air. Share the gentle and sweet breath of early summer. On the way to the parking space, He Yu suddenly saw a familiar figure under a big tree by the lake.
His heart jumped wildly, as if he was about to break free from his chest in an instant.
Regardless of the fact that the car was not parked, he had already leaned out of the window: "Xie Qingcheng... Xie Qingcheng!!!"
You can't be wrong, even though the figure was so far away, even though the man was standing under the tree looking at Swan Lake, even though he was wearing the same hospital gown as all the patients receiving treatment here, He Yu He recognized it at a glance—he was someone he would never admit wrong in his life.
This is a treasure in his life that cannot be replaced by anyone or anything.
"Xie Qingcheng!!!"
Lying at the window, he leaned out and shouted, crying and laughing, attracting astonished and amazed eyes from people on the lawn.
That's right...
The person under the tree heard the voice, his shoulders froze suddenly, and then he turned around...
At that moment, the sun was shining.
It's him... it's him! ! ! It was the one who stood in front of him alive...
As if suddenly remembering something, the young man turned around and took out the hydrangea bouquet he brought from the car seat. Under the warm sunlight, he handed it to the tall and thin figure in the distance who was striding towards him. .
Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and the thinly covered yarn on the hydrangea was lifted up again.
In the end, the white gauze gently fell on Xie Qingcheng's head, like snow falling.
"Xie Qingcheng..." He Yu wept and laughed, and finally choked up.
The driver also seemed to be moved by his emotions. Although he didn't know what He Yu was talking about, the foreigner gave up the idea of driving the car to the designated parking space. He kindly stepped aside, pressed the handbrake, and smiled at him. , indicating that he can get out of the car.
He Yu quickly said thank you to him, the car door opened, he held the bouquet, wiped his tears, and ran out like a fly. He has no rules. He stepped over the flower beds, over the railings, and stumbled rashly, just like the boy who fell in love with Xie Qingcheng when he was nineteen years old. The man who coughed lightly and was about to tear the veil off flew away.
He ran up to him, panting, his chest pounding, and he stopped in front of him.
There were already onlookers around and turned from astonishment to laughter.
But He Yu didn't care.
He looked at the man in front of him with his bright and startling eyes, looked at Xie Qing's pale but bloody face, looked at his thin but still tall body, looked at his real existence, looked at him Wearing the snow-white veil, looking up and looking at him under the veil, those peach blossom eyes were almost the same as yesterday.
The sound of snow is near the bamboo.
He Yu didn't know for a while whether he should give him the hydrangea in his arms or hug him first. He stumbled just now, but now he is trembling. He is excited and reckless, just like the young man who has never changed. With hot tears in his mouth, his mouth trembling, he wanted to laugh and cry, he was sincere and eager, but he couldn't say anything.
Finally, Xie Qingcheng raised his hand and lifted the snow-white and lingering veil, and looked at him under the white veil—
Wan Qing's sunlight shone down over Swan Lake, and the veil was blown by the gentle summer wind, and her shoulders fell in sorrow and entanglement. There are all kinds of beautiful scenery in the world, Xie Qingcheng only looked into He Yu's eyes, and after a while he laughed, he had never been so good-looking, even the 21-year-old He Yu saw for the first time. There is no such handsome, obsessed person that I will never forget this moment.
Endless summer clusters between them, endless red and endless purple, endless blue and endless summer. The heart door of the year finally opened slowly. The child walked into the study and found Dr. Xie sitting by the window in the overwhelming sunlight.
The child met his doctor, the teenager met his professor again, the young man crossed thousands of rivers and mountains, and finally came to his lover—
Beside the sparkling lake, the two did not dare to get too close to each other for a while.
He Yu stood stiffly, Xie Qingcheng looked at He Yu who was close at hand.
In the end, it was the man who raised his hand first, and that finger was warm and touched He Yu's face. His heart was beating fast, and his voice was hoarse, but he was still smiling—why not, the future was all smooth sailing.
His eyes were bright, and he looked at him in the misty vision of water vapor. When we met again, he was still very father, and like an elder, he would wipe away the tears that fell on He Yu's face with a smile. But when they met again, he had the tenderness he had never had in his life, and he said to the treasure in front of him, "Hello, little devil."
He Yu gasped, his eyes seemed to have all the flames and stars in the world. He turned his face to the side, allowing his cheek to touch Xie Qingcheng's palm.
That warm palm... nothing can replace it.
He Yu's eyes were red, staring at Xie Qingcheng's face, seemingly with infinite grievances and infinite expectations, like a small beast rubbing against his fingertips.
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"Hello..." He laughed with tears in his eyes, choked up, his eyes were full but he wouldn't blink, he just looked at him like this, he couldn't see enough, he would never leave for this His own people, hoarsely, said the three most important words in his life, "Xie Qingcheng."
He laughed, burst into tears, and kept mumbling: "Hello... Xie Qingcheng... Hello, Xie Qingcheng... "
Seventeen years ago, I was very happy to meet you.
Seventeen years later, I am very happy to meet you again.
— when he gave him his hand and he held it tight.
When he said, hello, kid.
When he answered, hello, my Xie Qingcheng.
When he came back to him, the wind was calm and the sea was sunny. The gap in his heart was finally completed, the medical record was slowly closed, he had been cured by him, and he will be cured by him for a lifetime.
No one is sick and outlier.
That endless summer will finally never wither again.
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postscript:
This book is based on Mr. He Yu's old draft, combined with the super-light archaeological decryptor developed in the previous year, which is only used in the internal testing of the Ministry of History, Culture and Scientific Research.
It has been verified by the decryptor that Mr. He Yu's old drafts are rigorous and fair, and he has never stigmatized anyone because of personal grievances, and he has never buried and whitewashed himself. After the reunion of Mr. Xie and Mr. Xie, Mr. Qingcheng Xie also reviewed and enriched the manuscript, corrected some of the text from an objective point of view, and filled the corresponding vacancies.
Many readers have been interested in Mr. He Yu's private manuscripts because of Mr. He Yu's disclosure of private manuscripts for a long time. However, these contents are related to ** and cannot be explored with an archaeological decryption instrument. When I was writing my biography, I took the liberty to ask Mr. He. Ask if you can reveal a thing or two. Mr. He glanced at Mr. Xie and rejected me with a smile, so I had to extend the "..." in Mr. He's old draft to show that the content was deleted.
Private manuscripts are precious. They describe the love affair of the two gentlemen in detail. Unfortunately, they can only be replaced by an ellipsis, and the details cannot be given in detail. From the perspective of me, a biographer with no details, it is a pity. But thinking that Mr. He and Mr. Xie have their own complete content, there is a complete version in the world, and the two gentlemen can read it together in the night rain, and I get some comfort.
At the end of the last interview, I walked out of Mr. He's villa in Shanghai. I saw a lawn that had just been trimmed. The grass was green and there were splendid hydrangea blooming next to the lawn.
The sun was shining, just like when they first met.
I think, among readers, if someone has a chance to pass by the villa, then they must be able to see at a glance that there is where they met.
Meat buns do not eat meat
April 21, 2065
The author has something to say: Note: The ultra-light speed archaeological decryptor is an instrument developed based on the theory that "if the speed exceeds the speed of light, you can see the past". Maybe there will be such an instrument in the future hahahahahaha
Okay! There will be healing cookies... There will be some small tails that will be swept away in the show. For example, I will introduce Brother Xie's artificial eyes in detail later (actually, it is very astringent, I had a very astringent setting early on)
Ah, what a shame, what kind of expression will Xie Qing show when you change some strange content when you help He Yu change the private manuscript...
Polytechnic man: I feel speechless, but I think it is still necessary to review and revise it realistically. Biography is more valuable than truth.
He Yu: Brother, please add a little more about your real inner thoughts at that time, especially how I do you will like it~ You said it yourself, you must be realistic!
Xie Qingcheng: …
ps He Yu: In fact, the private manuscripts I wrote can be read on Blue~Bird~, but I don’t tell others what my account number is. It’s a secret, hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha I’m so smart
Xie Qingcheng: ...how do I feel that everyone knows about it...