Lu Yunchu has been in a coma for almost a year.
During this year, Wen Zhan stayed by Xiao's side day and night, fearing that Xiao would not see him when she woke up.
Father-in-law and son-in-law are natural enemies, but Lu Jing couldn't show hatred towards this son-in-law who was picked up for free. He recognized Wen Zhan at first sight. He had always had a crush on this little prince, but he didn't expect his daughter to kidnap someone like this.
Putting aside the past, Lu Jing felt that there would never be another son-in-law like him in the world.
He advised: "When Ah Chu wakes up, the servants will remind you. You have been working day and night like this. What kind of person is this? It's been a long time and you haven't had a proper meal."
Wen Zhan wrote on the paper: It doesn't matter, this is not called endurance, the days before I met you were much more difficult than this.
His voice had actually recovered, but it was not skillful enough and he could only squeeze out a few words intermittently, so he was used to writing on paper.
Lu had no choice but to give up.
That day the heaven and earth collapsed and the shackles were broken. No one remembered it except Wen Zhan.
He was not sure whether this world was the world of storytelling, nor was he sure whether Lu Yunchu would wake up. As long as he had hope in his heart, he would be happy even if he waited for a lifetime.
After the world is at peace, it is autumn.
Liu Zhixu suddenly appeared quietly at the door of Lu's mansion, which scared Lu Jing.
Father Liu had too many injuries, so after the war he passed the throne to Liu Zhixu. His father was very precious now, so there was no way he could run around.
He took off his hood, revealing a rare cheerful face: "Uncle, can I meet Yun Chu?"
Lu Jing nodded and led her to Lu Yunchu's room.
On the way, he couldn't help but glance at the man beside Liu Zhixu. If he guessed correctly, this was the general who had become famous on the battlefield in the past few months.
No one knows his name, all we know is that he is dressed in black and has unfathomable kung fu skills.
Some said he was a slave of the Liu family, some said he was Liu Zhixu's male lover, and some said he was a ghost that could walk under the sun... Anyway, each rumor was more outrageous than the last.
Lu Jing stopped outside the door, and Ying also stopped.
Now he can sneak a peek at the movie.
He was tall, muscular, and expressionless, as if he didn't care about anything. He was filled with blood, not the blood fed by fighting on the battlefield, but more like the blood that had struggled out of the dark sea of blood and corpses.
This rumor... is there any truth to it? Was he really once a slave
Lu Jing looked him up and down and confirmed that he was the best-looking son-in-law.
When Liu Zhixu entered the room, Wen Zhan was helping Lu Yunchu wipe his lips with water. He was not surprised to see her and nodded politely.
Liu Zhixu glanced at Wen Zhan. He couldn’t say that he looked haggard. He still looked as fresh as the breeze and bright moon. Yet, he always felt that he had a withered temperament, like a walking corpse.
Wen Zhan put down what he was holding and walked out of the house, leaving space for him to talk to Mr. Lu Yunchu for a while.
Liu Zhixu walked to the bedside, looked at the unconscious Lu Yunchu, and was about to speak, but couldn't help but sighed first.
Lu Yunchu's illness was really strange. He had been lying for so long, without eating or drinking, but he was still full of energy and looked like he was just asleep. Everyone didn't quite believe that he would wake up, but they didn't dare to tell Wen Zhan in person.
"Yun Chu, I'm trying my best to do what you said." Xiao sat down beside the bed and opened the wooden box. "Look, this is the crop grown from the seeds I collected. I haven't named it yet. You can choose it when you wake up."
The man said: "These are non-toxic and edible after being steamed. But some of them are not very tasty. My first suggestion was that you always know how to make them delicious."
Lu Yunchu lay on the bed with a calm expression.
Liu Zhixu looked at Xiao, trying not to sound sad. "Wake up soon, and come to my place to play after you wake up. I'll be waiting for you."
After Liu Zhixu left, the Lu Mansion returned to its previous tranquility.
Near the end of the year, a strange monk came to the Lu Mansion. He looked like a swindler and insisted that he knew Lu Yunchu.
Lu Jing had someone bring him in and presented him to Wen Zhan, who turned out to be Monk Huiji.
When Huiji saw Wen Zhan, he was shocked: "You have lost a lot of weight."
Lu Jing was helpless: "If you don't eat and sleep, you will lose weight."
Huiji touched his Buddhist beads and said mysteriously, "Donor, this won't do. In the past, you didn't eat or drink anything, and your fate was fixed, so you couldn't die. But now it's different." He didn't hesitate and sat down to drink tea. "Everything is different now. I can't see other people's fate clearly anymore. I just feel that... fate is not determined by heaven, you have to fight for it yourself."
Wen Zhan's heart moved, and he wrote on the paper: The abbot has great magical powers, do you know when Yun Chu will wake up
Huiji said awkwardly, "I don't deserve it. I just felt like coming to persuade you, lest you starve yourself to death. What will you do when you wake up and find no one to see?"
Wen Zhan pursed his lips and lowered his head in silence.
Seeing him like this, Huiji couldn't help but sigh: "Alas, I can barely see some of the secrets of heaven. I feel... I seem to have forgotten you, so I can't wake up."
Wen Zhan's heart trembled, but his expression was not as sad as he imagined. Instead, he looked helpless.
—I have always had a bad memory.
I don't know what to say anymore.
"Life is so long, just wait patiently, you will wake up eventually." Huiji advised, "Look at this autumn, the sun is warm, the flowers are blooming, the birds are singing, the fruits are abundant, the world is in good times, why bother yourself to defend it?" This conveys Wen Jue's concern, but Wen Jue has just come to power and cannot leave the main city at will.
Wen Zhan shook his head and wrote on the paper: Birds, flowers, and the stars are all meaningless to me. Day after day, year after year, they are all the same. Only when the sun comes, the world will come alive.
Huiji waited a long time for him to write this long paragraph, and when he saw it, he was speechless and didn't know how to persuade him anymore.
He only revealed a little more secret: "Whether he wakes up or not seems to be... related to you."
Wen Zhan quickly raised his eyes to look at him. He was so indifferent every day, it was rare to see him in such spirit.
Huiji said: "If one day, you forget everything and only remember one thing, what would it be?"
Wen Zhan shook his head, he didn’t know either.
Huiji said: "If I meet you in the chaos, the only thing you remember about me may be able to wake me up."
Wen Zhan paused, and finally opened his mouth to speak: "Thank... much..." Thank you for giving me hope.
After the New Year, the Lantern Festival arrived. Wen Zhan finally went out and went to the Lantern Festival holding Lu Yunchu.
Lu Jing did not stop him. He felt that this was a good idea. Otherwise, he would go crazy sooner or later if he stayed in the house all day.
Wen Zhan would not let Lu Yunchu blow the cold wind, so he just sat in the carriage and admired the lanterns.
He lifted the car curtain, and regardless of whether Lu Yunchu could see it or not, he wrote on his mother's hand: We met in autumn, and it was Lantern Festival's first time out of the house. You took me to see all the beautiful scenery, and I must have liked it. I will take you to see it in the future, okay
Lu Yunchu sat up from the bed, his hair a mess like a bird's nest.
"Hiss—" His head felt like it was under renovation, with an electric drill buzzing as it drilled his temple.
What did you do yesterday
Lu Yunchu found his phone from under his pillow. It was 7:30 in the morning. He took a while to react before he suddenly jumped up and said, "Damn! It's too late!"
He flipped over from the bed, lifted the quilt, and a thick book flew out and fell heavily to the ground.
There was no time to clean up, so he just wiped his face, put on his clothes and rushed out.
I didn't breathe a sigh of relief until I arrived at the company. I covered my aching head and muttered, "I can't remember anything. It's like I have a hangover. Did I drink too much yesterday? No way."
The assistant director saw Xiao mumbling in a daze and came over to call Xiao, "Xiao Lu! Come here quickly!"
Lu Yunchu was startled: "Hey!"
I have been following this food documentary director team for three years. Although I have never made a name for myself, I am still an indispensable member of the team.
After a busy morning, when it was time to eat lunch at noon, Lu Yunchu found a place to sit down and ate his rice while flipping through some documents.
"By the way, do you know the old novel that was recently announced to be filmed?" A girl was chatting next to me.
"Ah, I know, a strong male and female pair. I saw it in junior high school. It was really cool."
Lu Yunchu's head began to hurt again, and he quickly moved to a smaller place with the documents in his arms to get some fresh air.
We set off in the afternoon to the next city to shoot materials. On the bus was playing a tear-jerking inspirational film, which was probably about a story about an orphan from a slum who was admitted to a prestigious school.
The assistant director glanced at Lu Yunchu and asked someone to change the film.
"Pay attention, little Lu is that thing." His voice was very low, but Lu Yunchu heard it.
Which what
It took me a while to realize that I was a loner. For some reason, I always felt that I had a father who loved me very much.
After arriving in the next city, the production team decided to go to a more remote place to collect materials. They were tired of shooting things in the city in the first two seasons, so this season they planned to shoot some simple rural food.
We traveled all the way to a small county town. After getting off the bus, the staff communicated with the local residents and found a suitable shooting location.
Lu Yunchu followed them carrying his bag, and suddenly noticed that the director seemed to be having trouble communicating with others.
She looks likable and sounds very sweet. Usually when there is a language barrier, she will step up to help communicate and ease the atmosphere.
I hurried over, but found that it was not a communication problem, but that the other party was a mute.
The old man waved his hands, gesturing to show what he wanted to say.
"You type on this phone." Someone handed him the phone.
Lu Yunchu subconsciously stretched out his hand: "Please write on my palm."
Everyone was stunned, and then they spoke together.
"Xiao Lu, you are so funny."
Lu Yunchu felt annoyed by their attitude and withdrew his hand awkwardly.
When I go to sleep at night, I toss and turn and can't fall asleep, always thinking about this.
What's wrong? I feel like I've forgotten something particularly important.
After a tiring day, Lu Yunchu finally fell asleep in the middle of the night.
had a very strange dream. He dreamed of a dark room. Always afraid of the dark, pushed the door open without hesitation and walked in.
There was no one in the room and no lights on, which made it even creepier.
Lu Yunchu rubbed the goose bumps on his arms and was about to run out when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a shadow out of the corner of his eye.
"Ah!" She screamed and almost had a cardiac arrest.
After a while, his eyes adjusted to the darkness, and he realized that the black shadow was actually a person being hung up.
Xiao hurried over and put the man down. The man was so heavy that Xiao couldn't hold on and was pinned to the ground by him.
Lu Yunchu felt that he was very familiar, but couldn't put his finger on what it was. He pushed the man away, sat up, and lifted his hair, but he couldn't see his face clearly.
This dream was so strange that I quickly forgot about it the next day as I immersed myself in work. But at night, I had this strange dream again.
The rescued person could not speak or react, like an idiot. Lu Yunchu was afraid of the dark, but with him around, he actually felt that the darkness was not scary anymore.
In the dream, Lu Yunchu felt sorry for him and cooked for him, but he seemed to not understand what she said. He didn't react at all and didn't eat a single bite.
He ignored Lu Yunchu when she spoke to him and did not move when she touched him, like a mindless puppet.
Xiao did not feel impatient, and would make him something to eat every night when he entered her dream. If he did not respond, Xiao would feed him spoonful by spoonful.
This dream lasted for a long time, so long that the program crew traveled all the way south to Sichuan to catch the local Lantern Festival.
The director did not miss this excellent visual material, the food and the beautiful scenery complemented each other. Lu Yunchu and got together, and after finishing their work, they did not return to the hotel, but instead enjoyed the scenery here.
"It's so beautiful." He exclaimed, and turned around to see Lu Yunchu staring at the ancient-style portable lantern in a daze.
"What's wrong with you?" Xiao nudged Lu Yunchu with his elbow.
Lu Yunchu came back to his senses and shook his head: "No, I just felt a little uncomfortable in my heart."
"Alas, we just don't get enough rest in this line of work. Okay, stop watching and go back to rest early."
Lu Yunchu nodded and took one last look at the lanterns. After returning to the hotel, he had this strange dream again.
In the past few months, I have become accustomed to the puppet's numbness and no longer talk to him. I just wake him up every day to cook and feed him.
Today, Xiao looked at the man with a blurred face and the lanterns she saw today, and suddenly blurted out: "Do I know you?"
The man did not answer, just as he had always done.
He walked closer and looked at the scars all over his body. He felt extremely heartbroken every time he saw them. "But I can't remember who you are. What should I do?"
The man remained in a wooden posture, with his head down and silent.
After Lu Yunchu said this, he suddenly burst into tears. He didn't know why he was crying. This sentence was like an iron whip lashing his heart, making him feel uncomfortable all over.
Suddenly, I felt soft warmth on my cheek.
The man in front of him, whose face was blurry and thoughtless, actually raised his hand to wipe away her tears.
For the past few months, he has been sitting here, not eating, not drinking, not speaking, like a statue, as if nothing in the world can awaken his consciousness.
But when Xiao cried, the puppet would mechanically raise its hand to wipe away Xiao's tears. This was a consciousness engraved in his bones and blood. Even if he turned into an unconscious puppet, he would always remember it.
Lu Yunchu finally broke down and burst into tears: "I'm sorry."
In the chaos between wakefulness and dreams, I suddenly heard someone calling me from afar.
"Cloud... Chu..."
It was hoarse and unpleasant, and extremely anxious. The tone seemed to be squeezed out from the throat, containing the pain of grinding blood and bones.
Lu Yunchu felt that his body was falling, and he fell into a long darkness. He knew that he was about to leave this world.
This time, we are no longer going on an adventure to another world, but returning home.
Lu Yunchu recalled the scene of himself waking up. Perhaps the first thing he saw was the ceiling of the bed, or perhaps it was Wen Zhan's red eyes from crying. He didn't realize that when he opened his eyes, he saw a sea of flowers.
The breeze blows across the endless sea of flowers, creating layers of colorful flower waves and gorgeous clouds, which merge into one with the clouds in the sky that are dyed red by rainbow light. It seems that all the colors in the world must be taken away to create the scene before you. It is an illusion that is within reach.
Someone shouted in his ear: "What nonsense! I would have stayed out of it if I had known!" The man panted, "What's there to see!"
Lu Yunchu stood up from the carriage, stuck his head out and looked towards the source of the sound.
A burly middle-aged man stood with his hands on his hips, moving things off the horse.
Next to him stood a man in plain clothes, with a tall and slender figure and fluttering clothes, as if he was about to blend into the myriad of rays of light.
He was carrying a lot of things in his hands and didn't say a word.
Lu Jing walked in front, muttering, "What are you talking about? In case he wakes up, I have to bring food and drinks with me. Really—"
His gaze fell on Lu Yunchu, his eyes widened, and tears instantly fell.
"Bang!" The package in his hand fell to the ground, crushing a patch of flowers.
Wen Zhan frowned and walked forward, picking up a package for his old father-in-law who had a weak limb, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Lu Yunchu sticking his head out of the carriage.
Unlike Lu Jing who was crying loudly beside him, he was only surprised for a moment, then he curved his eyebrows and showed a row of white teeth, as warm as this warm spring day.
He was so convinced that Lu Yunchu would come back, so when she really came back, his first reaction would only be a bright and gentle look.
Lu Yunchu was also annoyed. The scene was really too funny. One was more beautiful than the sea of flowers and the sunset glow, while the other grown man had his facial features distorted from crying.
He held his breath, got out of the carriage, and saw the mulberry wine in Wen Zhan's hand.
Lu Yunchu tilted his head and smiled again: "It seems that I woke up at the right time. It's spring and it's the right time to enjoy fruit wine."
…
"How can Xiao Lu just disappear? Sigh, you are a lonely person, and if he disappears, only people like us can help him."
Lu Yunchu followed the police into the house. While looking for clues in the bedroom, he kicked a thick open book on the floor.
I picked it up. The cover of the book was blurry and I could only see the word "天下" written at the end.
Another man came over and said, "What world? Eh? It can't be that old novel that's been popular recently, the one with the heroine named Liu Zhixu."
I took the brush of the novel and wiped the dust off the cover, but the last two words were easily wiped off.
Now the title of the book was gone, so he flipped open the book and glanced at it casually: "No, the hero of this book is called Wen Zhan, I've never heard of him."
This book is not important, no one asked about it, and everyone dispersed to look for other clues.
The person who picked up the book turned to the last page subconsciously based on his reading habits and said, "The heroine of this book actually has the same name as Xiao Lu."
He ran his finger over the last paragraph in the book: Lu Yunchu tilted his head and said again: "It seems that I woke up at the right time. It's spring, and it's the right time to taste fruit wine."
However, there was a line of big words written after this last paragraph.
"The story is not yet finished." He read aloud, "Tsk, it turns out there is no ending."
He closed the book and placed it on Lu Yunchu's bookshelf, but he didn't realize that when he turned around, the book gradually disappeared, and all the words turned into blank paper, leaving only the last line of words.
—So the story is not yet finished.