In the pale and empty corridor, the sound of "Da Da" footsteps sounded, and the surroundings were quiet, only the echo of the footsteps swayed away layer by layer. There seemed to be some fog around, hazy and indistinct. Mu Jingyuan was alone, quiet. Walking forward quietly, the other self in his heart kept yelling, "Stop!
Don’t go any further! Don’t open the door!" His consciousness is resisting. He knows that the scene inside the door is unbearable for him, but his body is not controlled by this sound. It is still like countless times before. He walked to a door at the end of the corridor with the slightest pause, raised his hand, and gently pushed it away.
The room was also very empty, with only pale white walls on all sides just like the corridor. In the middle of the room, there was a morgue bed on which a corpse was lying quietly, covered with a pale sheet.
Mu Jingyuan knew who it was. His soul was about to break through his body and escape from here, but he knew that he could not do this. He could only watch as he walked to the bed and slowly stretched out his trembling hand. Lifted the white sheet on the bed.
The young man engraved in his soul was lying quietly on the bed with his eyes half-open, his expression calm and serene.
He was much thinner than before he left. His eye sockets were a bit sunken, and there was no flesh on his cheeks. The rosy lips in the impression were as pale as his face. There were big breaks in the corners of his mouth. There were also obvious bruises on the chin of his cheeks, and his neck. There are black fingerprints on it.
He yelled frantically and collapsed in his body: "Don't watch it again, I don't want to watch it again!
But in fact, he couldn't control his body. As the white cloth was lifted a little bit, Bai Yihan's body was exposed in front of him. In fact, he had already been cleaned up in front of him. The washing was very clean, but the intriguing sight still made him collapse. For the first time, his legs could not support his body, and his knees hit the ground fiercely.
Although Bai Yihan's right leg was wrapped in trousers, the unnatural distortion could still be clearly seen. Mu Jingyuan touched the spot lightly, and he could even feel a sharp broken stubble, as well as his The left hand, those hands, used to be so flawless, and Bai Yihan's most satisfying part, but at this moment, under his left wrist, there is only a mass of flesh and blood mixed with flesh and blood. It is completely impossible to see that. It used to be a hand, such a beautiful hand.
Mu Jingyuan knew that there were other injuries on his body covered by his clothes, but he no longer had the courage to inspect.
His throat moved, and there was a bloody smell between his chest and throat, as if a big hole had been broken in his chest, and the cold wind came in, so cold that his blood was frozen, he could not breathe, and there was a dizziness in his head, he thought He wanted to vent wildly, but his eyes were dry and he couldn't shed a single tear.
He has held the baby for more than 20 years in the palm of his hand. He is so squeamish, so afraid of pain, and it takes a long time to be unhappy when his finger is scratched. Mu Jingyuan can't imagine how such an injury would fall on him. Everything told him that everything was true, and he couldn't avoid it.
He stretched out his hand and slowly held Bai Yihan's intact right hand. The once soft hand became cold and stiff at this moment. He held this hand tightly, and every breath seemed to suck a knife into his lungs. He opened his mouth a few times and finally made a little breath: "Hanhan... Hanhan, there was the trembling and weak voice of the white mother: Hanhan, look, Jingyuan is back. Don't you want to see him
He is back, look at him. "
Mu Jingyuan raised his head and saw two white beetles, Bai Boren hugging the old and haggard white mother, Bai Xueqing with messy long hair and pale face, and Bai Yan with wrinkled clothes and bloodshot eyes who did not know when he appeared in the room. Her eyes were so swollen that there was only a thin slit, but she was still streaming with tears. Bai Xueqing's face was terribly white and her voice was terribly dumb: "Hanhan's eyes can't be closed, we can't help it, he wants to see you , You help him."
Mu Jingyuan turned his gaze to Bai Yihan's face again. He was still as calm as before. He could no longer feel sad because of the pain of his family. The pair of lovely dimples could no longer appear on his face, and his eyes were half open. At the same time, it is the color of dead gray, there is no fear, no pain, it is a kind of indifferent relief, and there is a trace of guilt and regret.
Mu Jingyuan took two steps forward with his knees, slowly covering his eyes with his free hand, and slowly stroking it down.
Bai Yihan's eyes, which couldn't be closed no matter what, followed the movements of his hands obediently closed. When these eyes with guilt and regret closed, his expression became more serene and peaceful. If you ignore the terrible things on his body 'S injury, it looks like you are asleep
Bai Xuejing let out a feeble scream, and her whole body slipped to the ground. Her red and swollen eyes slid down again with a series of tears. Bai Yan failed to catch his sister. He shook his whole body and stepped back two steps against the wall. , Bai Mu fainted again.
Mu Jingyuan held Bai Yihan's hand that could no longer cover his heat, and looked at his face, feeling a bloody smell once again rushed to his throat, he squeezed his teeth, and let out a beast-like desperate roar. Lu ··In the middle of the night, Mu Jingyuan sat up abruptly from the bed, short of breath, his pajamas got wet by Leng Qun, and he pressed tightly to his body, giving him a glimpse of the horribly thin body lines.
He held his forehead with his skinny hands, panting heavily, and had this dream again. His Hanhan had been away from him for seven years, from the moment he received the call from the white mother when he opened the terrible door. , His soul has been taken away by his Hanhan. In the past seven years, he has not slept peacefully all night. Every time he falls asleep, this dream will follow him like a shadow, forcing him to relive the nightmare of the year, and he can’t sleep. , Did not dare to close his eyes.
He sat on the bed, slid his hand from his forehead, and held the ornament on his chest. It looked like an exquisite urn-shaped ornament. In fact, it was not an ornament. It had a hollow inside with a small inside. Strands of white-Han's hair.
He held this small box with warm body temperature tightly in his palm, calmed his breath for a while, then let go of his hand and slowly got out of the bed, and sat down on a chair by the window, which was white. Yihan once used it. He moved out of the apartment he lived in after the Bai’s bankruptcy. There are many similar things in his bedroom, including the bed he sleeps in now that Bai Yihan used, and it’s in his closet. , The clothes that Bai Yihan once wore were neatly placed, and the toiletries used by Bai Yihan were placed in the bathroom. There were also some bits and pieces. He collected Bai Yihan’s old things from various sources. They are all placed in his own room, and it looks like Bai Yihan lives here. The man is dead. He can only use these things as comfort. Over the years, he has been collecting everything about Bai Yihan frantically. Bai Yihan likes, hates, guilt, all things, including people, all people who know him, remember him, and have had interactions with him, he gathers them around in a calm manner, and the Bai family’s parents also Under his wings, he wanted to live in Bai Yihan's breath, but now, this breath has faded away. He sat quietly in the dark for a while and got up. Before going to the wine cabinet, he took a bottle of wine, then sat back on the chair, without a cup, and drank slowly at the mouth of the bottle, looking at the deep night outside the window, he had already seen the night too much. Too much, in sleepless nights, such lonely nights accompany him.
After half drinking a bottle of wine, he put the bottle on the table, got up and started to tidy up the house. His bedroom was never allowed to be entered by others, not even Sister Liu. The cleaning was done by himself, and in such a silent late night It is very common for him to clean up the house inside. He took the mop and wiped the ground that had been wiped to reflect light over and over again, and carefully wiped Bai Yihan's mouthwash cup with a hot towel. He didn't dare to use force, for fear of breaking the cup. After doing these things, he finally had nothing to do, so he walked over and over again in the room, looking at this, touching that, surrounded by Bai Yihan’s objects. Going down will make him feel more at ease. When he reached the countless lap, he remembered that there was another thing about Bai Yihan that he hadn’t seen before, so he left the door, walked through the corridor like a wandering soul, and went downstairs. When he came to the door of a room, he raised his hand and opened the door.
He quietly walked to the bed, looked at the sleeping woman on the bed with the same gaze as he had just looked at the chair, and after a while, he quietly turned and left.
The woman on the bed opened her eyes and saw only the back of him going out. He was still tall, but his robe was empty.
She sighed softly. She knew what she meant to this man. Like the old things in his room, she was all "things" related to Bai Yihan. Sometimes she would think, if He is not alive, but a dead thing. Maybe he will put it in a corner of the room and take a look at it when she can’t sleep at night. But if she is alive, he arranges himself here so as not to touch the white The things of Yihan, and the most important point, are only the "things" that are "related" to Bai Yihan, not the "things" belonging to "Bai Yihan," and cannot be put in "their" room. For the classification of these "things, Mu Jingyuan has always distinguished clearly."
She gave a wry smile. In the eyes of outsiders, she is the wife of the president, and she is infinitely beautiful. In fact, she is sad. Only she knows that Mu Jingyuan pays her parents and younger brother every month, and also gives her the name of the wife of the president. The price is that she has to stay in this house, being a quiet "object", whenever Mu Jingyuan misses that person in the dead of night and can't restrain him, he will inspect all that person's things, including her.
The next day, Mu Jingyuan did not go to the company. He personally went to the fruit supermarket to buy oranges. He picked them carefully and looked through them all to ensure that the sales of these oranges met Bai Yihan’s standards. Bai Yihan He is very picky about eating, but among the fruits he loves this shameless orange. Every time he goes to Bai’s house, Bai Yihan will let him take the orange for himself. He will pick the sweetest one from the fruit plate and peel it off. For this little greedy cat, every time Bai Yihan picked up an orange, he would always smirk, revealing a pair of shallow dimples.
He carried the oranges and walked into the cemetery step by step, where his Han Han was buried, sleeping forever beside his most ashamed grandfather.
He put the flowers he bought on the tomb of Old Man Bai, and after paying his respects, he went to sit down in front of Bai Yihan's tomb, put the oranges neatly, and took out a brand new handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the tombstone. The photo on the photo, whispered: Hanhan, I came to see you again, do you miss me?" The delicate and handsome young man in the photo smiled at him.
Mu Jingyuan looked at him and couldn't help but stretch out his hand to hug the tombstone, as if he was holding the hanhan he was thinking of, but all he got was a piece of coldness.
He smiled helplessly, let go of his hand, and wiped the tombstone intermittently with the handkerchief until he wiped it clean, then said: "Hanhan, you have already apologized to grandpa, haven't you? He? The old man loves you the most. I must have forgiven you, right?" Aunt Bai's illness is almost healed, and Uncle Bai has retired and is taking care of her wholeheartedly. You don't have to worry. Ayan is very capable. There is no need for uncles and aunts to worry about everything in the company, but his marriage is very troublesome. Auntie once complained to me that he may be asexual and he is not interested in anyone, but it is a matter of affection. I can't get in, I can only look at him, but I watched him get closer to his secretary Jiang Hua recently, maybe there will be good news. Xueqing... She has been unable to come out. She thinks that your leaving her is very responsible. She is sad, and people become a little irritable. When Shen Tianyang died for her, she has always been a thorn in her heart. These things , Let her avoid feelings, she still needs some time to ease the pain, don't worry. "
He sat for a while and whispered: "Hanhan, I have collected so many things about you, but your breath is getting weaker and weaker. I can't catch it. I can't feel your presence, Hanhan, you 'S soul has left, hasn't it
Hanhan, you... also like me, don’t you? Back then, you said that you like me, it was not a drunken joke, nor a prank, nor was it a means of emotional use because you wanted to keep a protective umbrella from small to large ,Yes
"Back when I went abroad, I wanted to come back countless times, no matter if you were joking, I would rather leave him alone, I want to come back, stay by your side, guard you, but those anger, those injuries, Those ridiculous prides are stopping me. I thought, if I stay for a while, even if I can’t let go, at least I will scare you and let you... let you learn to be more sensible and know that no one in this world will never When I left, I was afraid that I would be shaken and I didn’t dare to inquire about your news. I thought that as the third youngest of the Bai family, you would live your own little life carefree. When I come back, you will smile. I said,'Brother Jingyuan, I miss you
But Hanhan, I didn’t expect that in just two years, things were all right in the blink of an eye. Hanhan, I used to be so close to you, but I pushed you away with my own hands. I used to be so close to him. Putting his hand on the tombstone, covering his eyes with one hand, he sat there for a long time without moving, tears constantly falling between his skinny fingers.
I don’t know how long he said again in a hoarse voice: "Hanhan, do you hate me? You hate me? That's why you left so simply without nostalgia, so you refused to appear in the same way. In my dream, I can only dream of you that day... Your soul will not stay by my side anymore, Hanhan, you have left here and went to another world? My hate will never give me a chance to redeem it, will never forgive me again, will it?" Hanhan, if everything can be done again, I will never leave you, I will always be by your side, no matter you No matter how you treat me, I will love you and protect you until the day I die, but the most unchangeable thing in this world is time. "
"My mother told me before her death that if you love someone, you must seize all opportunities close to him, hold him tightly, and never let go. I hate that I didn't listen to her, the only thing in life An indecision made me lose you, ruined everything we have, Hanhan, I made this huge mistake, and I have to spend the rest of my life to pay it back, but I don’t know. When I leave, I will pay Can you catch up with you
"Hanhan, I heard a word yesterday, saying, even even, you and I agreed for a hundred years, if anyone dies at the age of ninety-seven, how can they wait on the bridge for three years."
"This sentence is really beautiful. At the time I was thinking, would you wait for me? But I know no, because we have never agreed. It has been seven years, maybe now you have been born in another family. When you start your life, you will never have me in your life again, will you?" Hanhan, how can I see you again? When you first left, I always wondered if I chased you away. Will you be able to find you? But at that time your parents and relatives did not settle down, I have not found out the cause of your death, and your grudges were not reported. "
"I have too many things to do. When I finish these things, I am afraid again, I am afraid that I will not be able to find you in another world. Even a little bit of your breath will be lost. I am afraid that I will be on the bridge. A bowl of soup will make me forget you, Hanhan, I can’t forget you, I want to remember you, as long as you are still in my heart and in my memory, I won’t be considered completely lost , Is it?" But Hanhan, I can't hold on anymore. Tell me, where can I find you? Let me find you, okay
He sat in front of the tombstone with his long legs bent, head and shoulders resting on the tombstone, muttering, and gradually closing his tired eyes and breathing slowly.
Dada walked in the long corridor again, listening desperately to the echo of his footsteps, but when he opened the door, there was a glare of dazzling light, and his eyes adjusted to the light. What I saw in front of me was my own office. The only difference was that the black leather sofa in the office was replaced by a comfortable-looking fabric sofa. On the sofa was a young man wearing a simple white shirt and casual pants. The eyebrows are exquisite, he looks a lot more mature than the impression, and he is eating oranges with bulging cheeks.
Mu Jingyuan's eyes were wide open, and his lips trembling slightly opened. He took a step forward and stopped. He didn't even dare to breathe. He was afraid of breaking the illusion in front of him. He greedily looked at the person in front of him. Not wanting to pass even an inch of details.
He raised his trembling hands, tentatively stretched forward, and muttered silently: "Han Han Bai Yihan raised his head, holding the orange petal in his right hand, and beckoning him with his still perfect left hand, with a smile. Curvedly said: "Come here, what are you doing standing at the door?" At this moment, he burst into tears.
Pan Wen and Wei Wu, who was waiting at the foot of the mountain, saw that the boss was too late to come down. He couldn't help but went up and inspected, only to find that Mu Jingyuan was leaning on Bai Yihan's tombstone. He was in a coma. The two were shocked and hurried to send them away. He went to the hospital, but he never woke up again. One week later, the expert announced regretfully that the patient had fallen into a deep coma, spontaneous breathing stopped, and brainstem reflexes disappeared, in other words, brain death.
The news stunned all parties in Huacheng. Before the Mu family was ready to move, Chen Hong took out the will made by Mu Jingyuan long ago, which was originally made five years ago. Later, when he got married, he changed it again and kept it in Chen Hong's hands. Mu Jingyuan told him that once he died suddenly or went crazy, he would take it out.
Along with the will, there is a divorce agreement and two letters.
The will states: 1. If he suddenly dies or loses his sense of autonomy due to force majeure, all his shares and properties will be inherited by Bai Yan; 2. If he suddenly cooks the world or loses autonomy due to force majeure, the copy signed by both parties The divorce agreement came into effect immediately, and the marriage relationship with Tao Qi was dissolved. In addition to giving her a large sum of money when the agreement came into effect, Bai Yan would give her a certain amount of living expenses every month in the future to ensure the life of her and her children. .
Finally, after his death, he hopes to be buried with Bai Yihan
Of those two letters, one was for the Bai family. The above was mainly to plead that the Bai family could marry him and Bai Han after he died. The other was for Tao Qi, with only six words on it: Sorry, thank you. More than a month later, Tao Qi held the letter in one hand and placed a bunch of flowers in front of the newly erected gravestone and whispered softly, "No thanks, it's okay."
Big big Mu Shi Bai Yihan held an orange in one hand and waved to Mu Jingyuan at the door: "Come here, what are you doing at the door?" Mu Jingyuan closed the door with his backhand and just walked two steps in the direction of Bai Yihan. , I felt a cold body, a feeling of huge despair and the joy of being recovered flashed across my heart. Bai Yihan was originally smiling and waiting for him to come over, but when he saw him suddenly burst into tears, he threw an orange in fright. , Jumped up a few steps and ran to his eyes, clutching his arm anxiously: "What's the matter with you? What's the matter?" Mu Jingyuan glanced at him blankly and muttered: "It's okay.
Bai Yihan said anxiously: "Can you shed tears if it's okay? What's the matter
Mu Jingyuan still stunned and said: "It's really okay, just a sudden pull in my heart."
Bai Yihan touched his chest nervously and said, "I was heart-wrenched? How could this be? Let's go to the hospital.
Mu Jingyuan held his hand and said, "Don't worry, it's okay.
Bai Yihan exploded and said: "Don't always take yourself seriously, you cry so much, can you still be fine?" Mu Jingyuan said dumbfoundedly: "Don't talk nonsense, how can I cry
Bai Yihan grabbed his hand and put it on his face, and said, "Touch it yourself."
Mu Jingyuan's fingertips touched his face, and he felt a wet leap. He was surprised: "What's the matter? I don't have it.
Bai Yihan suspiciously asked, "Could it be that we are crying in the wind? There is no wind in this room either.
Mu Jingyuan said: "It doesn't matter what it is, I have nothing to do.
Bai Yihan looked at him up and down several times, and Mu Jingyuan said helplessly: "Hey, it's okay." He looked back at the door and said, "Who opened the door
Bai Yihan asked strangely: "Did you not drive it?" Mu Jingyuan pulled him back to the sofa and sat down, picked up an orange, peeled it expertly, and said puzzledly: "I didn't open it, I'll come over. When it opens.
Bai Yihan took the orange petals with a smile, and handed them to his mouth and said: "That means you didn't shut it down when you left. Hey, one will open for such a long time. Are you thirsty or not? Come and eat the orange petals."
Mu Jingyuan opened his mouth to take it, smiled and gently touched Bai Yihan's head with his head, and then handed it over.
Bai Yihan said with a smile, "Hmm, this orange is sweeter than the one just now."
Mu Jingyuan chuckled and said, "Of course, I personally pick the oranges you eat. I'm particularly experienced in picking oranges.
Bai Yihan smiled and said, "I know, the oranges you picked are the best. Anyway, I am not afraid of eating sour oranges in the future."
Mu Jingyuan put a petal in his mouth again, smiled and said yes, I will pick you up for a lifetime, okay, don’t eat too much fruit, and you will have to eat later. Bai Yihan said: "One more petal, the last one. valve."
Mu Jingyuan smiled helplessly, broke another petal and handed it to him, watching him squint while eating, his eyes overflowing with tenderness, and the unexplained pain in his heart slowly dissipated.