During the ten or so hours of flying from Australia to Tianchao city b, there seemed to be a silent and depressing weird atmosphere pervading Uno, making it impossible to speak. Looking at this man who had been with him for more than ten years, it was the first time Zhao Xian saw him like this, so he didn't know what to say.
Uno didn't pay any attention to Zhao Xian either. He sat near the porthole and just quietly fixed his eyes on the blue sea and blue sky outside the window. Can't see clearly.
It's as if nothing happened.
It seems that a storm is brewing.
The plane stopped steadily at the airport in City B. Not long after, a black and atmospheric Mercedes-Benz SUV drove out of the airway building. No matter how big the gossip news is, it can't disturb the tragic daily traffic jam in City B. When the night was dark and the stars were hanging in the sky, the car drove into the Lanshan villa area.
It was He Shushan who opened the door. In such a bleak autumn night, he only wore a thin woolen sweater. His eyes were already red from crying, and some undried tears could still be seen in the corners of his eyes. He stood in the wind like this, his body was so thin that it seemed that he would be blown away in the next second.
"Uno."
Uno nodded slightly, and entered the room expressionlessly.
After waiting for more than an hour, he left the house again, and then walked towards his villa.
The night wind in City B in October was howling, blowing Uno's windbreaker, making a hunting sound. He lowered his eyes like this, crossed his hands in his pockets, and walked straight forward. His face was calm and peaceful, his steps were steady and calm, only his bloodshot eyes hinted—
The exhaustion of this sleepless night and the grief hidden deep in my heart.
The door slammed shut with a "Kata".
He didn't turn on the light, but Uno went up the steps familiarly, turned two corners and reached out to open the door.
With the sound of "squeak", the moonlight as cool as water suddenly appeared, pouring from the window of the attic onto the ground, forming a desolate hoarfrost. And under the moonlight, the silver-white astronomical telescope stood quietly, as calm as before.
Uno walked forward slowly, caressing the cold fuselage gently with his hand.
Slender fingers caressed over the black buttons, and the half-person tall telescope glowed with a cold color under the moonlight. And in the distant place corresponding to the lens is a black window. Instead of lighting up the lights like it used to, only the dark glass reflects the city's gorgeous neon lights.
This astronomical telescope has been placed in this small attic for too long. Countless silent nights, its owner just looked at the window over there through the glass with no temperature, and occasionally saw people.
Most of the time the window is dark, and only a few times a year can two people rest at the same time. And even with the lights on, most of the windows can only reflect a vague shadow, and the person who is always busy can hardly be seen.
But just looking at it like this, it is just a cold window without light, and the owner of this astronomical telescope has always been sitting alone on that small wooden bench, spending one quiet and cold night after another like this.
Until now, he finally has no reason to look at that... the window of the black hole.
Under the desolate and cold moonlight, the tall and handsome man stood upright in front of the silver-white binoculars without saying a word.
After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly picked up the white cloth that had been left aside, and covered the astronomical telescope like a noble lady without any hesitation. As the white cloth covered up little by little, the last bit of emotion in Uno's deep eyes was also wiped out.
This empty attic was once again locked by its owner.
But after a while, a low and sad piano sound came from the piano room on the second floor. It was the euphemistic and sad voice of the piano, and every note seemed to be reciting the saddest tears. Uno sat alone on the piano bench like this, his fingers kept sliding, his expression was sad, and his thin lips were tightly pressed.
From the sad tune at the beginning, to the hoarse and clean cry at the end.
Suddenly, there was only a "bang—" mixed with the sound of someone slamming the piano, and the originally resentful and melodious piece of music stopped instantly.
Uno slammed his right hand on the black and white keys, and supported his forehead with his left hand, barely keeping his trembling body from falling down. Gritting her teeth tightly, her whole body trembled slightly, a line of tears was suppressed in her heart for a long time, and finally fell from her eye sockets.
Tears flowed down the beautiful jawline and dripped from the chin onto the piano keys, making a ticking sound.
"why why why… "
The hoarse and tearing voice sounded in the quiet piano room, and in the end it was completely muffled in the throat, so weak that it was almost inaudible.
"Why... didn't give me a chance..."
The bleak night wind blew against the windows, making the glass tremble. In the quiet piano room, only the low sobs of the man sobbing in his throat could be heard faintly. This person, who had never been so indifferent outside, finally cried helplessly alone in the dead of night.
But the "why" every now and then seems to never be able to reach that person's ears, and it seems...
Never got an answer again.
There are too many faults in the world, which make people lose and possess, and make people get and give up.
There are too many misses in the world, just turning around, just looking back, makes the gap of space become eternal.
But for Uno, the time difference between him and that person was more indifferent and ruthless.
Meeting too late reduces the chances of being honest to almost zero. The meeting was too early, which made him unable to grasp the ignorant mood, and finally caused several years of strangers.
But now, when he finally got this hard-won opportunity, the facts once again made it impossible for him to be the person standing beside the other party.
This time... the difference between them is no longer time.
Rather, the most ruthless and coldest thing in the world that is irrigated with blood and life—
die.
Uno's body kept shaking, even though he covered his entire face with his left hand, he couldn't stop the tears from dripping down between his fingers. His back is still straight and upright, but it seems to be shrouded in loneliness, it looks fragile and fragile, just maintaining the remaining dignity at this most sad moment.
The moonlight is like the tranquility that has shone on this land for thousands of years. The luxury and prosperity of the city has not invaded this piece of Blue Mountain villa area. The boundless darkness seems to swallow everything, and it also swallows this lonely man's life. Heart into ruins.
In this vast night—
Some people are using silent tears to express the feelings buried deep in their hearts that are so strong that they are about to ferment.
But some people came to this strange cx apartment for the first time, preparing for a brand new tomorrow.
When the warm and gentle sunlight shines on the sleeping land again, everything gradually wakes up. In the cx apartment, which was only a few kilometers away, the young man finished packing, went downstairs and got into the new manager's car. But on this side, in the quiet and tranquil Blue Mountain villa area, that emaciated man stayed up all night.
When the loud doorbell rang throughout the villa, the body that had been stiff for an unknown amount of time suddenly moved.
Immediately afterwards, because he hadn't changed his position for a long time, Uno got up, walked out of the piano room with weird steps, went downstairs, and opened the door.
As soon as the mahogany gate was opened, there was a helpless Zhao Xian. There was a faint blue-black layer under the eyes, as if the other party did not sleep well last night. But when Zhao Xian saw Uno, he was startled.
He blurted out: "Arnold, what's wrong with you?!"
With slightly messy black hair and messy and wrinkled cuffs, Uno looked as if he had just walked out of a disaster. collapsed.
"It's nothing," said a hoarse and unpleasant voice, and Ono paused for a while, and then continued after his voice regained his composure: "Today is his funeral, let's go."
"How can you be like this now..." Zhao Xian's voice stopped abruptly, and the other party's firm and unchangeable gaze made everything he wanted to say swallowed in his throat. With a heavy sigh, Zhao Xian said: "Okay, let's go. But...you are so serious..."
"I won't meet him like this..." The voice stopped suddenly, and after a long time, Uno lowered his eyes and said, "Go see him for the last time."
Half an hour later, a black Mercedes-Benz drove steadily out of the Blue Mountain villa area and headed for the suburbs of City B. I don't know if it was God's arrangement, but today's traffic was not very congested. When Zhao Xian drove his car into the parking lot of the guild hall, the funeral had only started for less than half an hour.
Without waiting for Zhao Xian to stop and react, the door on one side of the car was slammed open, a pair of slender legs stepped off the car, and the shiny black custom-made leather shoes stepped on the still wet ground.
He was wearing a black custom-made mid-length windbreaker, and he stood upright among the mountains. All the broken hair in front of the forehead was scooped back with hairspray, leaving only a few strands hanging on the full forehead, adding a handsome and elegant temperament.
In his arms was a large bouquet of delicate white roses. Each flower symbolizes the most beautiful budding posture. There are 17 flowers in total, swaying in the slightly bleak autumn wind.
Instead of waiting for Zhao Xian, Uno walked directly to the guild hall.
His steps were very slow but steady, and his eyes were staring straight ahead, watching the originally narrow door become bigger and bigger, the coffin that was originally placed in the center of the room and the black and white photos placed on the front side … is becoming clearer and clearer.
Out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to see a figure who suddenly turned and left. Uno just glanced at it lightly, and didn't pay any more attention. Just like that, he entered the venue holding a large bouquet of fragrant white roses.
Give flowers, watch.
There was no fluctuation on his indifferent and calm face, he just quietly stared at the smiling man in the frame.
The black and white picture freezes all the most beautiful moments, this is the joyful smile he has never seen before, but at this moment... He hopes that he will never be able to see this picture.
It has been ten years, and he has gone too far and is too tired in this relationship from budding to fermenting.
Countless times I thought I had let go and forgotten, and countless times I unconsciously paid attention to all the news about this person.
And when this moment that could no longer be realized really came, he finally sealed all his deepest and fullest feelings in the piano room full of tears last night, sealed everything with tears, and would never open it again.
Perhaps they missed it in the first place.
From watching from the sidelines ten years ago, he missed the first contact with this person.
From the indecision eight years ago, he missed the second contact with this person.
From the hesitation six years ago, he missed the third contact with this person.
Later, he let go of all his unnecessary arrogance and dignity, but he could no longer restore the relationship that could only be friendship.
Later, his countless late-night gazes and sneaky gazes at every awards ceremony never allowed him to have a second chance to talk to this person.
until now...
He and him are finally separated by the furthest yin and yang distance.
This…
It's the last miss.