He didn't keep his eyes on the man anymore, but lowered his head and looked down at the flowers in his arms, with a very happy smile on his face.
The young man murmured, "I've been waiting for this potted flower to bloom, and I want to watch it with Mr. Wei... But why, I don't want you to see it now..."
Wei Qinyu's eyes were bloodshot, he stretched out his hand, and tried to move forward bit by bit, "Ah Qing, you come down first, it's dangerous up there."
"Where is the danger?"
He Qing smiled at the man, still with that innocent look, "Didn't Mr. Wei say that I am your canary?"
"Canary, it should be in the air."
"No, I didn't mean that..."
The man's brain, which can always think calmly, seemed to be frozen after seeing the scene in front of him, and went blank. With a hoarse voice, he tried hard to persuade the young man to come down, "Ah Qing, can you come down first? What do you want? Give it all to you, okay?"
The young man sat on it, as if wanting to be sure, tilted his head and looked over, his eyes were moist, black and white, and suddenly, his smile turned into a crescent moon.
"Mr. Wei, actually, I've been very tired all the time."
For the first time, he spoke his heart out to the man in front of him who he was afraid of, "I worry about this and that every day. It's completely different from my previous life, so I can't bear it..."
The boy was smiling, but tears ran down his fair cheeks and fell to the ground.
He hugged the flower, plucked the leaves with his slender fingers, and said in a low voice, "At first, I was very afraid of Mr. Wei, but after a long time, I am not afraid anymore."
"This potted flower was given to me by you."
He Qing raised the flowerpot and showed it to the man with a smile. He just made such a slight movement, but Wei Qinyu broke out in cold sweat instantly, "Ah Qing, you come down first, and we'll talk when you get down!"
The young man shook his head, his face was pale, the wind blew on him, and his hair fluttered messily, "I don't want to come down."
"I have lived for so long, only this potted flower belongs to me."
"Mr. Wei is getting married, isn't he?"
The man watched every movement of the boy, and felt that the blood in his body was frozen. He said in a gruff voice, "No."
"That's a lie. Ms. Yu's family likes women. If you don't believe me, you can call her right now. I'll notify the reporter. I'll tell everyone. Ah Qing, I'm doing it now, come down..."
"So it wasn't..."
He Qing was stunned, but not as happy as he imagined.
With red eyes, he looked at the man and asked softly, "Mr. Wei, do you like me?"
Wei Qinyu nodded without hesitation, "I love you, Ah Qing, I know I was wrong before, I shouldn't scare you, lock you up, come down, let's talk..."
The young man seemed to be convinced by his words, he stopped moving, but looked straight at the man.
Hope was rekindled in Wei Qinyu's heart. He looked at the boy full of hope, and stretched out his hand towards him.
He Qing was also stunned, and stretched out his hand.
Two hands, one was slender with thin calluses, the other was slender and white, but the moment he was about to touch it, the boy withdrew his hand abruptly.
"You lied to me."
Under the man's unbelievable eyes, he looked at him firmly, "You are trying to trick me back and keep me locked up."
"You don't love me at all, you like someone, that's not the case..."
"I hate being locked up, I hate that you lost my piano, I hate that you called me a canary!!"
The young man carefully placed the flowerpot beside him, watching the purple flowers swaying in the wind, he suddenly smiled.
"Mr. Wei taught me that if you want something, you have to exchange it."
"I use this potted flower in exchange for freedom, because only it belongs to me..."
"Didn't you say that? You love me, just like you love these flowers."
He Qing was numb, repeating what the man said, "Then, just treat this potted flower as me..."
He spoke softly, and slowly, opened his arms.
"In your eyes, do I look like this? Are these wings?"
Before the man could react and rushed to his side, He Qing smiled and slowly closed his eyes.
He opened his hands, leaned on his back, and fell under Wei Qinyu's desperate gaze.
"Ah Ching!!!"
Wei Qinyu rushed forward, but only caught a piece of air.
He shook his hands in disbelief, his mind went blank.
no no why...
Why things turned out like this.
Why did Ah Qing jump down, why...
The man knelt on the ground, and on the sun railing, purple flowers swayed slightly in the wind.
—
Wei Qinyu found his boy.
The building of the hospital was very high, he was thrown to pieces, red and white were mixed together.
He hugged him and murmured words that others could not understand.
No one knew what he was busy with a few days ago, and no one knew how much he had planned for the future of himself and the boy, but now, it was all gone.
He Qing was not buried for a long time, Wei Qinyu took the body back home, and put him on the bed just like before.
The door was open, he gently touched the boy, and said softly, "Ah Qing, I won't lock you up, you can go wherever you want, okay?"
The person on the bed couldn't answer, the man pulled out a smile, looked at him blankly, hoarse voice, softly, as if afraid to scare the timid child, "You ignored me again, I know, once you get angry I don’t like to talk, it’s okay, I just care about you.”
"Look how nice the sun is outside, how beautiful the flowers are blooming, and that cat, you refuse to name him, is it because of me..."
The person in the quilt did not respond, Wei Qinyu lowered his head, his body trembled, and wept silently.
He held the young man's hand. Except for the colorless and red spots on the hand, everything was the same as before. Tears dripped on the hand, one drop, two drops, more and more.
"I, I asked you to participate in the competition. Although the competition is over, I can create one myself. Give me a kiss, and I will open the back door for you..."
"And that piano, I've already looked for it, I've worked hard to find it, I'm sorry, I shouldn't throw away your things, I know I was wrong, you can hit me, scold me, hit me, whatever... "
"Please, please, Qing..."
Wei Qinyu was trembling all over, let out a silent cry, and clenched the boy's hand.
He lowered his head, like a lone wolf who lost everything and was driven out of the pack.
"I've never heard of such a bizarre request. He actually asked me to beat him, tsk tsk tsk, it's really a decline in the world, and people's hearts are not old. System, find me a whip."
The mechanical sound of the system sounded, [One thousand points.]
He Qing and Shioke changed their words very smoothly, "Okay, let me use my spiritual power to give him a little bit, and let him know what it means to have a thousand kinds of red flowers, and a thousand kinds of pain for a person."
System: […] Why has it never heard of this mental attack
Then it witnessed He Qing sitting next to the man, with his hand somewhere on him.
He Qing squeezed hard, and although he knew that Wei Qinyu couldn't feel the pain, he still said, "Brother, don't cry, to be honest, you are a nice person."
The man lowered his head, unable to see the expression on his face.
He Qing got up bored, stretched his waist, "Let's go, let's go play for a while, I guess I have to wait until my last blow to get it done."
The final blow was at Yu Rong's concert.
A week after the boy's death, he took advantage of his position to pass on a broken piece of music.
"This is a song my best friend composed for the person he liked when he was alive. He once said that when it is finished, it will confess."
"Now, he's gone forever. I just want that person to know. Maybe you've heard this song, but you don't know what it means. I want to tell you for him that he likes you."
Wei Qinyu watched the screen on the TV, and the familiar piano music played.
He laughed, smiled and laughed, and the tears fell again.
There was a rancid smell in the room, but he didn't seem to be able to smell it. He slowly came to the bed and printed his pale lips on the young man's face.
Her voice, who hadn't spoken for a long time, was so hoarse that she could hardly make a sound, "Ah Qing, that song is for me, right?"
The man didn't get an answer, he dragged his stiff and slow steps, and slowly came to the balcony, mechanically watering the flowers, and was watering the flowers, when the little milk cat suddenly barked anxiously towards the outside.
Wei Qinyu raised his head and watched a beautiful parrot fly in.
He stood on the windowsill, with a pair of mung bean-sized eyes, staring straight at the man.
"I love you, goodbye..."
After the parrot said the only words the boy had ever taught, it flapped its wings and flew away.
Only Wei Qinyu was left with a stiff body, and slowly smiled.
"I love you… "
"goodbye… "
He laughed, "So that's it, that's it..."
Laughing and laughing, tears fell down in a daze.
[Ding! Wei Qinyu's favorability: 100, please leave the host world.]
He Qing was squatting next to an otaku reading manga, when he heard the notification sound suddenly, he yawned, "Wait a minute, I'll finish it."
The otaku obviously thought the same way, so they chased the manga together in one night.
At dawn, He Qing got up and left this world.
—
Opening his eyes, he saw an enlarged face in front of him. Before He Qing could react, the man came down with his lips pouted.
He Qing: "???"
The memory was still being received, and he really couldn't figure out what was going on for a while.
-"Card!"
An irritable voice came from the side, and the fat and bald director rushed up with a loudspeaker, "He Qing! What's wrong with you! Get out of the way! You should do this!"
He said, demonstratively, put his fingers on the nostrils of the man with an extra-large face, "Push away! To show disgust! Understand?"
He Qing remembered to accept it, and nodded in a daze, "Understood, disgusted..."
That nostril-piercing hand is really disgusting.