When Xie Qingcheng heard what he said, he was stunned for a while, and he didn't know how he felt.
He looked at He Yu. For a long time, He Yu dared not look directly into his eyes, because his eyes were too cold and sharp, like scalpels, they could dissect people's hearts.
But at this moment, the chaotic and strong emotions in He Yu's eyes were too heavy, like lava.
No matter how sharp the blade is, after all, ordinary iron cannot withstand the high temperature of lava.
So this time, Xie Qingcheng turned his eyes away first.
He was in a complicated mood. If He Yu usually told him this, he would definitely not have such a big reaction, but at this moment, he knew that the meaning was different.
This turned out to be what He Yu wanted to tell him the most.
If they can't get out, if they die an hour later, this is the last thing He Yu wants to say to him, to say goodbye to the world.
Therefore, the power of these words was very heavy, and they slammed into his heart.
Xie Qingcheng did not scold him or laugh at him - this was the first time Xie Qingcheng faced He Yu's confession with this attitude since the night in the clubhouse.
But he didn't know how to get back to him.
After so many wrong love entanglements between them, Xie Qingcheng didn't know how he could face He Yu's morbid dependence.
So he finally turned his eyes away. He swam to the side, leaned against the wall, and looked up at the studio dome that was getting closer and closer.
A little bit of broken light shone on his pale face, and he was frozen bloodless, like ice floes, and even his lips were almost transparent.
Ten centimeters... and ten centimeters...
getting closer.
Xie Qingcheng can already clearly see the steel pipes and the mortise and tenon nail heads of the dome.
He suddenly thought of something and looked down into the clear water - and he found it.
"wait for me a while."
Xie Qingcheng pushed the plastic box containing the mobile phone to He Yu, saving the mobile phone from being thrown into the water to be completely scrapped, but he suddenly plunged into the pool water with a slender figure, cutting the water waves. He dived straight down, and after a while, when he resurfaced from the bottom of the water tossing the water droplets from his hair, there was an abandoned steel pipe in his hand.
A pipe of more than one meter, held in his hand, is enough to touch the zenith at the current floating height.
Xie Qingcheng took the steel pipe and began to tap and test the dome with bated breath.
The sound of the hollow board can be heard. After the button is knocked, the sound is much clearer and louder than the solid wall, and it will make a hollow sound.
Xie Qingcheng tried calmly.
He Yu didn't speak anymore, watching him from the side closest to the door, using a pipe to test it bit by bit.
Every inch, every minute, every second.
solid.
solid.
still solid...
"… "
Fifteen minutes later, Xie Qingcheng put down the steel pipe used for testing. The tube was no longer needed, and his own hands could already touch the dome.
But he didn't move any more, his face hidden in the waves.
He Yu saw that his complexion was even whiter than before—
There are no overhead floors.
The roof of this room is sealed with cement...
Even people who don't care about life and death will still feel the tremor when the hammer of death is really shot down. The closure of the dome meant that their last hope was dashed.
He Yu looked at Xie Qingcheng's face, and even he was a little suffocated for a while. He swam over and looked up at the ceiling. He could see it clearly now. The pipe opening that gave them a glimmer of hope was broken. Although it was indeed a hollow plank, there was still a layer of cement rock on top of the plank.
With the strength of a normal person, even a hundred years can't get out, let alone only a few minutes...
It's really going to die like this.
"Xie Qingcheng." He Yu looked at him, his throat tightened. At that moment, he had a lot to say, but the last sentence he said was, "What do you think the headline of tomorrow's newspaper... will be written."
Xie Qingcheng raised his head and once again looked at the approaching ceiling.
The rippling water waves reflected his jawline, and his hair was a little messy because it was wet. The usual meticulous outline was still there, but some black hair hung wetly in front of his eyes.
He did not answer He Yu's nonsensical question.
However, after a while, He Yu heard him say something softly: "... He Yu, a lot has happened between you and me."
"Those things have each other's damage and owe each other, one yard is another yard, but now it seems that at least one of them, I have to say sorry to you."
He Yu suddenly said this, but He Yu was stunned for a moment: "... I came here myself. This is different from the Radio and Television Tower Archives, you don't have to blame yourself."
"I mean things from before. Things from five years ago."
"..." He Yu was quiet for a moment, as if something was stirring in his heart, "...you have to say this, didn't I also do a lot of behaviors that make you feel inferior to animals?"
He added: "Apologizing to each other before you die is too sensible - you have lived so sensible and organized your whole life, and you are too tired."
As he spoke, his heart that had been tense for more than an hour finally relaxed completely.
Also confessed.
This kind of death was an accident to He Yu, but death was never something he couldn't accept. He would not be shocked, embarrassed, and confused in the face of death, because in his short nineteen years of life, he had already Too many times I have faced pain and loneliness more terrible than death.
He is a person who lives towards death. He has long known that death is his friend who has been waiting in front of him since he was born, and he will always meet him.
And this kind of death, compared to going mad and out of control in the lunatic asylum, and finally leaving in the same miserable and dignified way as the previous cases, is really not an unacceptable thing.
It can't scare a lonely man who has been insane for seventeen years.
He Yu simply changed to a comfortable backstroke position and lay on the water again. He picked up his phone and suddenly thought of something—
"Xie Qingcheng, you said, should we trust the manufacturer once?"
This time it was Xie Qingcheng's turn to be startled: "What?"
"Waterproof function." He Yuyang glanced at the phone, "When the water completely covers us, the phone will be submerged. But if the merchants are not so blackhearted and they are really waterproof, do you want us to leave a suicide note or something... There is still plenty of time, and it can be considered that fate is not thin.”
He said and opened the mobile phone memo.
Then click on the music player software again.
Unlike Xie Qingcheng, He Yu is actually a romantic and sophisticated person. If he really wants to turn into a treasure in the water and be buried here, he will accept his fate, and he will want to face death well, calmly and gracefully.
"You know, before the death row inmates are injected, the prisoners will let them listen to songs. The one with the highest on-demand rate is "Don't Look At Me Just a Sheep"."
Xie Qingcheng quietly floated in the water for a while, he probably didn't expect He Yu's attitude towards death like this.
When people were born, they were still chaotic, and they couldn't help crying and laughing. With a slap from the nurse, they came to this world crying.
But when people die, they are full of love and hatred, knowledge, and past... People will say goodbye to these invisible friends who will accompany them to the end. He Yu may feel that separation from old friends should be done with a smile and thanks.
"Death-row prisoners like to listen to "Don't Look At Me Just a Sheep", isn't it weird?"
He Yu said more and more calmly while swiping the screen of his mobile phone and looking at the playlist he had cached on it.
"But in fact, this is because they feel that they are dying and have no mood to choose, so they default to the song at the beginning, there is no letter A, and the first song of the letter B is "Don't Look At Me Just a Sheep". I said, they were still defeated by death - they didn't even want to be the master of themselves once, they really lacked some beauty and courage. ... By the way, I think this song is good, do you like it?"
He clicked the play button on the screen, and a long musical sound floated out from the phone, lingering and classic, the song "yheartwillgoon".
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
"youjup, ijup."
“Yogtogetoutofhere.Yogtogoon…”
"Nothere. Notthisnight. Notlikethis."
He Yu began to read the lines in his memory in a mess, with some shallow nasal voices, the surrounding water was very cold, and the winter in Jiangnan was also biting.
He laughed: "It's really fitting."
"You know, I liked Rose very much when I was a child. I think how could she dare to face the accusations of so many people, walk through the secular barriers, and be with that poor boy who is worthless? If there is a girl who can Do this to me, and when the Titanic sank, I'd have her on the float, and I'd be in the water."
"I don't want to watch her die."
"You know Rose got married later, she lived a happy life, Titanic and Jack were like a dream in her long life, and when she woke up, her pillow frame was a picture of her riding in her pants, Just like what Jack once described with a smile to her in the dream."
"It's nice to have a dream like this..." He Yu sighed, "I don't even have a dream anymore."
The singing is very long and far away, as if it was the melodious whistle of a giant fuel ship a hundred years ago, floating through time and space, and echoing in this closed and submerged studio.
He Yu listened to this song, opened the phone memo, and wanted to write something.
But in the end, he found that his suicide note was meaningless. He no longer cared about anyone in this world - if he really did, that person was already by his side. It's just that when he died, he still didn't know what his feelings and desires for Xie Qingcheng meant.
He also didn't know what Xie Qingcheng had concealed from himself in the past few years.
It was all about bringing the regrets that Madam Meng had forgotten for her.
He Yu put down the phone and put it back in the plastic box. He closed his eyes and hummed a song softly. He seemed relieved, waiting for that moment to come.
The dome is closer...
However, at this moment, he heard the clear sound of water rushing.
He opened his eyes - it was Xie Qingcheng who came to his side, and also changed to the same stretched lying position as him.
Xie Qingcheng also put down the phone.
He Yu was a little surprised: "...Aren't you going to write something? For Xie Xue."
"She will only be sadder when she sees it. I don't want her to live her life in those last words I left. Sometimes last words are not too tender things. My last call with her was very homely and it was a good ending. If I had to choose, I wouldn't want to hurt her again with my dying information."
Xie Qingcheng finished these words peacefully.
In a sense, they are the best partners on the unique Huangquan Road.
They were all able to face their own death quietly and calmly, in a way that most people in the world cannot.
Xie Qingcheng looked at the time on the phone, he and He Yu were like water spirits floating silently, Haiyue, Peach Blossom, Rocket...
Boguang seems to have turned into the jellyfish in the video that gently heal people's hearts.
"Everynightydreas,
Iseeyou,
Ifeelyou,
ThatishowIknowyougoon…”
Every night, in my dreams, I can see you, I can feel you...
That is, I know how you will go...
He Yu listened to the looping singing, and suddenly thought of the door that repeatedly appeared in his dream.
From the age of seven to the age of fourteen, he had opened the door countless times.
From the age of fourteen to the age of nineteen, he had dreamed of the door countless times.
When Xie Qingcheng was with him, he opened the door and saw the tall and handsome man standing by the window, looking back at him quietly.
And when the door was empty, he closed his eyes and stood inside, as if he could also feel the traces of the doctor's existence...
Dr. Xie said to him, "One day, you will have to rely on yourself to get out of the shadow of your heart."
Xie Qingcheng wrote Junxiu's words stroke by stroke in front of the writing desk by the window.
He wrote: "Congratulations to Yu, presented by Xie Qing."
Later, Xie Qingcheng left.
And since he left, in many nights, in many dreams, he has dreamed of him.
He Yu's expression slowly relaxed, he was lying on the icy water, but he knew that he was not alone at this moment.
Xie Qingcheng was by his side, and as long as he stretched out his hand, he could touch that little bit of warmth belonging to another person. The warmth that will not leave. The warmth that only death can take away.
"Onceoreyouopenthedoor
Andyou’rehereyheart…”
You push that door open again,
You are there, in my heart...
In the singing, the door engraved with endless summer seems to have opened again, and inside is the light of summer, the snow of winter, and the beautiful silhouettes that remain unchanged in spring and autumn. It was as if he had never walked away from the room in his heart.
He Yu didn't know what kind of emotional surge it was, it was sour and complicated, he suddenly wanted to cry, but he knew it wasn't because of death.
He suddenly couldn't help but want to talk, he suddenly couldn't help but want to stretch out his hand to Xie Qingcheng.
He suddenly couldn't help but want to say to him, "Doctor Xie, Xie Qingcheng, I'm sorry."
Obviously, he had just accused Xie Qingcheng that apology before his death was boring and cliché.
The words stuck in his throat, neither up nor down.
The hand has already reached out, and the ripples of the heart are drawn in the water, and then—
He held Xie Qingcheng's fingertips.
Xie Qingcheng moved his hand. But in the end it didn't break free.
"... Xie Qingcheng, don't be afraid, death is not scary. I have had several near-death experiences, you know, it's like falling asleep, faster and more straightforward than falling asleep... "
He opened his mouth, but said something else, more like what a man should say.
He clenched Xie Qingcheng's hand tightly, and he felt their hands trembling slightly, he didn't know whether it was because of him or because of Xie Qingcheng.
"I'll be with you."
"nothing."
"… I'll be with you… "
Xie Qingcheng was silent, He Yu didn't look at him, he just looked at the ceiling that was getting closer, and then whispered these words to him.
But he turned his face sideways and looked at He Yu.
Of course he knew that He Yu was not afraid of death, and He Yu sometimes even longed for death. However, at this moment, He Yu still seemed a little disappointed.
Relieved but unavoidably disappointed.
why
Xie Qingcheng watched him silently for a while.
In the end, he thought, maybe he knew why...
In the melody of the Titanic that spanned 90 years of romance, in the face of the impending death, his indestructible heart that never broke, finally loosened—
"He Yu." Xie Qingcheng suddenly opened his mouth.
There was a certain calmness in his voice.
"Ok?"
"I left Huyi Hospital five years ago. Leave you."
Xie Qingcheng paused and said softly.
"There is indeed a secret."
"...If this is the truth that I can finally restore, if this truth can make you feel relieved at the end."
The surroundings were too cold and the only dim light on the zenith seemed to be a kind of lonely blue, frost-like condensation between Xie Qingcheng's eyebrows, on the contrary, Xie Qingcheng's eyebrows were not as cold as usual. .
But he was still very quiet.
He was finally relieved before the death that was doomed soon to come.
He turned his face sideways, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and the boy who finally turned his head and looked at him the same way said: "—then let me tell you."