Su Jinzhi was sitting in a wheelchair, and Song Mingxuan pushed him forward slowly behind his back.
During this period, the hand warmer he was holding in his arms dropped and rolled to the middle of the sea of flowers, and Song Mingxuan went forward to pick it up for him.
Su Jinzhi didn't know why, but the moment Song Mingxuan stood up, he picked up the camera and took a picture of him. Taking a quick glance, Su Jinzhi suddenly found that the photo he took of Song Mingxuan was exactly the same as the painting he had painted for Qin Yezhou in the first world.
But before he could take a closer look, Song Mingxuan came over, kissed his face, and asked him, "When did you take this picture?"
"I won't tell you." Su Jinzhi secretly hid the photo.
"It's getting worse." Song Mingxuan smiled and squeezed his waist.
Su Jinzhi was so itchy by him that he twisted his body and almost fell off the wheelchair. Song Mingxuan quickly supported him, took the heavy camera in his hand, and said to him, "Daddy will take pictures for you, too?"
Su Jinzhi looked at his wrist, which was as thin as a stick of firewood, and hesitated: "Dad, I don't look good now...you can take pictures when I look better." He is probably like a dying person now Bar? Not only is she skinny, but she also has an ugly complexion. No matter how photogenic she used to be, she must be ugly now.
Back when he looked in the mirror, he still felt that this body was very healthy.
"How can it be ugly?" Song Mingxuan pushed him to go deeper into the sea of sunflower flowers, "In my father's heart, these flowers are not as beautiful as you."
"Dad, you must be looking at me with a filter."
"Yes yes yes, Dad brought a lover filter to watch you. Can you stand up?" Song Mingxuan smiled and asked him, "Wheelchairs can't get in inside."
Su Jinzhi tremblingly got up from the wheelchair with two weak legs, stepped on the ground twice, nodded: "Yes."
Song Mingxuan smiled, and hung the camera around his neck: "That's good, you can stand when you get in, and Dad will carry you now."
After saying these words, Song Mingxuan knelt down in front of him.
Su Jinzhi looked at him for a while, then walked over and threw himself on his generous back. He put his face against his back, and the man's steady and powerful heartbeat came to his ears, bringing an infinite sense of security.
At dusk, the wind blew through the corner of the clothes with a slight noise, Su Jinzhi put his arms around Song Mingxuan's neck, glanced sideways at the setting sun that was about to sink halfway, and suddenly said: "Father, if I die, will you forget me? "
Hearing this, the man's body froze suddenly, Su Jinzhi immediately regretted asking such a question, anyway, he will not die, at most he will live to be tortured by No. 1, why would he ask such a question
"No." Song Mingxuan only said these three words briefly, and did not indicate whether he would not forget him or that he would not die.
In the center of the sea of sunflowers is a large lawn space. There is a large gray stone in the middle of the space, and there is a small box next to the stone. It looks like it has been prepared for a long time.
Song Mingxuan put him down, walked over and took out a chisel from the small box, and took his hand to carve the names of the two of them on the stone very childishly, connecting the names with a string of hearts, and finally carved another Great love, cover the names of the two of them inside.
So Song Mingxuan took him so far just to engrave letters here
Su Jinzhi couldn't help but said to him: "Father, you are so naive."
Song Mingxuan immediately retorted: "Because I love you, love can make people stupid, and it's all Jinzhi's fault that Dad has become so childish."
Su Jinzhi was speechless.
"These words represent that I love you." Song Mingxuan took his hand and stroked the words on the stone carefully, "The wind can't blow away, and the rain can't knock it off. It's always here, proving that I love you forever .”
Su Jinzhi sniffed: "But it will eventually weather into mud."
"That's okay." Song Mingxuan turned around and smiled at him, kissing his forehead repeatedly, "This land will be remembered for us, we will love each other forever."
Su Jinzhi couldn't help but stepped forward and hugged his waist tightly, refusing to raise his head.
After the sun had completely set, Song Mingxuan carried him back to the cabin where they lived, put him on the bed, and suddenly leaned over and kissed him.
This room is very big, so it is still a little cold at night, but the fireplace in the room is burning with red charcoal fire, which ignites a warm temperature, and the warm-colored chandelier hangs from the top, emitting warm light. The warm light shone into the man's dark gray eyes, smudged with a deep and shallow gentle halo like the setting sun, as if it was about to overflow, Su Jinzhi looked at him blankly, and suddenly felt something hit his face.
He stretched out his hand to touch it, and found a wet and cool spot of water.
Song Mingxuan hugged him, pressed on him vainly, buried his head on his neck, and exhaled fiery breath.
"Father?" Su Jinzhi murmured softly.
Song Mingxuan was silent, without saying a word.
Silence flowed in the air, like a tsunami engulfing the entire house, so that the crackling sound of the coal fire in the fireplace seemed extremely loud at this moment.
It was a long time later that Su Jinzhi heard him speak. The voice was not as deep and mellow as the soft strings of a cello before, but was hoarse and hoarse, a tone with moisture and tears after being tortured by pain: "Go to sleep."
His eyes were gently covered by the man, ushering in the darkness as deep as midnight.
In the darkness, he heard a man whispering in his ear: "Good night, I love you."
They lived in the Sangfuluo Ranch for a few days and took a lot of photos, but before they had time to organize and paste them in the photo album, they hurried back to the hospital because Su Jinzhi vomited blood again.
In fact, Su Jinzhi lived in pain every day. The medicine Song Mingxuan gave him contained a lot of painkillers. After he fell asleep, Song Mingxuan would also ask him to give him some tranquilizers, otherwise he might be in the middle of the night. wake up.
He couldn't eat anything except some fruit juice and gruel, because his stomach no longer had much digestive function, and in the later stage, he would even vomit out the medicine he took.
The latest test results showed that his cancer cells had spread even more.
The chemotherapy, which was painful for him, did not slow the growth of the tumor much.
The second chemotherapy came quickly and quickly.
The more potions, the longer the losing time, which lasted almost a day and a night.
During the infusion, Su Jinzhi kept crying. He was really in pain, his whole body was in pain, so painful that he wanted to die, but he didn't even have the strength to commit suicide.
Song Mingxuan accompanied him to haggard day by day, no matter how hard he tidied himself up, there was always a lingering exhaustion and sleepiness on his face, and his eyes looking at Su Jinzhi were full of despair and pain.
It seems that in the face of death, everything is small.
Su Jinzhi didn't know how much time he was awake in a day, all he could feel was endless pain, but every time he opened his eyes, he could see Song Mingxuan staring at him, as if he was afraid of him This time I closed my eyes and couldn't wake up again, like a panic.
Perhaps Song Mingxuan was already insane before he died.
Su Jinzhi was very distressed. He took advantage of one day when he was awake and asked number one: "Can you let him sleep for a while?"
No. 1 asked him, "Are you distressed?"
Su Jinzhi didn't answer, just said: "If this continues, he will die."
One said, "But you want to live."
Su Jinzhi murmured: "I don't understand..."
Why did he want to live and be with Song Mingxuan, which caused him so much pain
One asked him, "Do you know why I didn't punish you?"
"I don't need to punish you. Those punishments are useless to you. If you want to live, you must be able to survive those pains." No. 1 paused, then continued, "But what can you do if you survive? How about it? Are you the one who is really suffering?"
Su Jinzhi was stunned and couldn't say a word.
Number one asked him: "You forgot what I said at the beginning, right?"
"What you have is terminally ill, not just stomach cancer. From the third chemotherapy, the cancer cells will metastasize faster and cause the second cancer. You can survive the fourth and fifth chemotherapy, and there will be more after that." Much, these pains will never go away as long as you live."
"And you will never die."
Su Jinzhi covered his eyes, his lips trembled a few times, and then he pursed them tightly.
"Wait a little longer..." he said finally, "give me seven more days, just seven days. You keep me awake, I want to see him again, after seven days, I'm going to die."
"Okay." Number One readily agreed.
On the 1st, he did what he said, and soon Su Jinzhi felt that his body was no longer in pain, and he also had some strength. He got off the bed, took a piece of clothing, and put it on Song Mingxuan who was lying on the bed and sleeping.
As soon as the clothes covered him, Song Mingxuan woke up.
Seeing Su Jinzhi standing on the ground, his eyes widened suddenly, and he grabbed the young man's wrist, his voice was a bit shrill: "Jinzhi, why did you come down?!"
"Dad!" Su Jinzhi hugged him and hugged his back tightly, "My dad is fine, calm down."
Song Mingxuan's heart was beating very fast, thumping in his ears, Su Jinzhi suddenly wanted to cry.
After seven days, he never saw the man again.
He wanted to live a little longer, to take the college entrance examination, to go to university, and to go to Sangfuluo Ranch with him again.
Song Mingxuan suddenly seemed to realize something, put his hand on his shoulder lightly, and said lightly, "Are you feeling better?"
Su Jinzhi wiped away tears in his arms, raised his head and looked at him with a smile: "Father, I'm much better now."
Song Mingxuan looked thinner than him, his eye sockets were sunken, and his eyes were black and blue. He smiled blankly: "That's good. Dad has developed and pasted the photos we took. Do you want to see them?" see?"
Su Jinzhi nodded, Song Mingxuan sat on the bed with him in his arms, and flipped through the photo album with his arms around him.
There is only one sentence on the cover of the album: me and the person I love the most.
There was a light click, and tears fell on the photo.
Song Mingxuan took out a piece of paper to wipe his tears, and asked him with a smile, "Why is Jinzhi crying?"
Su Jinzhi wiped his eyes: "This is snot."
"Really?"
"Really, if you don't believe me dad, you can lick it, I promise it's salty."
"... baby you are disgusting."
Su Jinzhi and Song Mingxuan suggested that he wanted to go to the pasture with golden sunflowers again. He thought that Song Mingxuan would refuse, but he would have to wait a while before he agreed. Unexpectedly, he finished speaking, and Song Mingxuan didn't even think about it. I agreed when I thought about it.
"Whatever you want, Dad will give you."
Song Mingxuan once again pushed the wheelchair and accompanied him for a walk on the sunflower beach at sunset.
Su Jinzhi grabbed some weeds and wove two rings, one for himself and one for Song Mingxuan, and asked Song Mingxuan to take a photo with his hand.
After the shooting, Su Jinzhi sent this photo to Yan Rong: [My ranch is big and beautiful, and my father and I are getting married! ]
After he went abroad, he would still contact Yan Rong and Lu Yuqi from time to time. Today is the weekend and they don't have classes, and Yan Rong replied quickly.
He sent a disdainful expression: [Song Jinzhi, you are getting more and more bragging. You are so good, why don't you come back for the exam? ]
Su Jinzhi replied to him: [When did I brag? Do you think about when I told the truth? ]
[…]
[Fuck! You really didn't lie to me? ]
Su Jinzhi hooked his fingers to Song Mingxuan: "Father, come here and kiss me."
Song Mingxuan kissed him on the face, Su Jinzhi seized the opportunity to take a selfie and sent it to Yan Rong.
Yan Rong seemed to have been hit hard, and it took a long time to reply to him: [Yes, I am convinced, I wish you a long life together. ]
Song Mingxuan came over to take a look at their chat records, thought about it and sent the photos, but he sent them to the news agency.
So one day later, the news that Song Mingxuan, the former head of the Song family, married his "little adopted son" spread throughout the rich people in the country. 75/100".
But Su Jinzhi didn't pay attention to Song Yingchu's mission at all. These seven days were so precious that he wished he had to sleep and spent every minute and every second looking at Song Mingxuan.
However, hope always runs counter to reality. The more he prays for time to go slower, the faster the hands on the clock seem to run. As if in the blink of an eye, the time suddenly came to the night of the sixth night - when he woke up tomorrow morning, he would never see Song Mingxuan again.
Su Jinzhi lay on the bed, unwilling to close his eyes and go to sleep.
Song Mingxuan patted his back to coax him to sleep, then lowered his head and asked him when he saw that it didn't work, "Don't you want to sleep?"
Su Jinzhi tightly clutched the corner of his clothes: "I want to see Dad again."
Song Mingxuan's chest rose and fell quickly a few times, as if he was suppressing some emotion that was about to burst out of his chest, and finally he smiled lightly: "Okay."
"Do you want cake?" After a while, Song Mingxuan asked him again, "It's strawberry cake, your favorite."
Su Jinzhi raised his head and looked at him: "Can I eat?"
"Yes." Song Mingxuan gently stroked his head, his voice was extremely gentle, "Will Dad bring it for you?"
"Okay." Su Jinzhi sat up.
About 10 minutes later, Song Mingxuan came over with a cake.
Su Jinzhi looked at the cake and suddenly said to Song Mingxuan: "Father, can you find a candle?"
"Yes, what do you want candles for?"
"It will be Dad's birthday in a few days, but I want to give Dad an early birthday today."
Song Mingxuan smiled: "Okay."
Su Jinzhi got his wish and put a candle on the cake, lit it, and sang a happy birthday song to Song Mingxuan with an out-of-tune singing voice. After singing, he wiped away his tears and said to Song Mingxuan: "Dad, please make a wish Make a wish and blow out the candles."
Song Mingxuan looked at the candle, the soft beeswax-colored candlelight flickered and danced in his eyes, with warm light spots, as if illuminating the drifting gray layer, he closed his eyes and smiled lowly, but the corners of his eyes gradually leaked out. water light.
Su Jinzhi also had red eyes, gritted his teeth and tried to stabilize the trembling of his voice, urging him: "Hurry up, Dad, we will sleep together later."
"If I make a wish, will it come true?" Song Mingxuan asked him hoarsely.
"It will." Su Jinzhi said, "If you are sincere, it will definitely come true."
"good."
The man replied softly, he bent down slightly, held the boy's head, and piously pressed a kiss on his forehead.
Su Jinzhi asked him, "Dad, what wish did you make?"
Song Mingxuan smiled and said, "Father will tell you when you wake up tomorrow."
Su Jinzhi sniffled, lifted the cake and said to Song Mingxuan, "Alright then, Dad, it's time to blow out the candles."
Song Mingxuan exhaled lightly, and blew out the candle.
The candle flame swayed and flickered in the wind, but it still changed from scorching red to dim blue light, and finally turned to darkness, just like every life that will eventually disappear.
Su Jinzhi ate the plate of cake, but halfway through eating he felt a little sleepy and couldn't help wanting to sleep.
"Are you sleepy?" Song Mingxuan came over and took the cake from his hand, and kissed him again.
"En." Su Jinzhi responded.
"Then go to sleep." Song Mingxuan combed his almost lost hair again and again, kissing his forehead constantly, as pious as the most loyal believer.
"Good night, Daddy, I love you."
"Good night, I love you too."
The darkness finally overwhelmed him.
But then the dark blue enveloped him tightly. Su Jinzhi opened his eyes and felt as if he was sleeping in a deep blue ocean.
He heard Number One say to him, "You're dead."
Am I dead
Su Jinzhi was in a trance for a moment, but he soon came to his senses. He remembered the new benefit that No. 0 had won for him on the first day he entered this world—the ability to stay on the two sides of the original world after death. Hour.
"I want to go back!" Su Jinzhi began to call No. 1 frantically, "Use up that benefit and let me go back!"
His tears gradually merged with the surrounding dark blue liquid.
"Let me go back again... and take a look at him..."
Number One was silent for a while, and seemed to sigh.
Then Su Jinzhi found that the dark blue around him seemed to be alive, and the color gradually deepened, converging and gathering, and then suddenly dispersed. Countless small brilliant light spots dragged him back to the original point like thousands of times passing by, and finally turned into the deep sky. Starry starry night sky.
He was floating in the night sky outside the wooden house, with a sea of sunflowers hanging down at his feet—without the sun, she could only weep secretly with heavy love until the next day's sunrise.
Su Jinzhi slowly floated into the wooden house, and Song Mingxuan was sitting on the edge of the bed, gently combing his sideburns that were pinned back with his fingers, once and again, with overflowing affection and tenderness.
And the progress value above his head also began to drop rapidly from 75 to 0.
"What will happen to him if it reaches 0?" Su Jinzhi asked No. 1.
"He will die." No. 1's cold mechanical voice was devoid of emotion, "Your death will take away all his remaining heat for life."
"But I'm here to save him."
"I don't want him to die..."
Su Jinzhi approached him in a daze, and stretched out his arms to hug him, but his translucent arms passed through his body again and again, unable to grasp anything.
No. 1's cold voice kept ringing in his mind: "You can't save him."
"Sunflowers have a long flowering period, and they haven't finished blooming yet." Su Jinzhi looked at Song Mingxuan leaning over his body, muttering to himself against his lips, groping under the pillow with his fingers, and finally took out a silver-white pistol, "I really want to watch the sunrise with you again, but it seems good to sleep together like this."
Talking to himself, he loaded the pistol, and threw back the covers and lay down beside him.
"If you make a wish from the bottom of your heart, it will come true."
He slowly closed his eyes, suppressing all the love, exhaustion and longing in those dark gray eyes, with a smile on his lips, as satisfied as sleeping in a perfect and sweet dream—
"Then I sincerely hope that our separation is short-lived, as long as you open your eyes, we will meet again."
With a "click", the sound of the trigger being pulled suddenly appeared in the almost still air, and the gunpowder wrapped in flames gushed out of the muzzle of the gun, whizzing and tearing the silence of the night in the pasture of Sang Fuluo, hovering over the entire sea of sunflowers , reverberating under the dark sky full of stars.
Su Jinzhi stared blankly at Song Mingxuan's blood blooming like the most brilliant flower at the moment of the gunshot, splashing from the center to the surroundings, passing through his translucent soul and falling onto the wooden floor.
Looking at all this, he thought that he would cry and his heart would be so painful that he couldn't beat, but in fact he didn't feel any pain. He asked No. 1: "Why can't I cry?"
One said, "Do you know how much the human soul weighs?"
"21 grams."
"Then do you know how heavy a tear is?"
At the moment of death, everyone will lose 21 grams of weight, which is the departure of the soul.
"Your soul stores all your memories, all good, painful, and forgotten... These memories are rooted in the depths of your soul and are the composition of your soul veins, and tears cannot escape the shackles of gravity, so it Can never leave with the soul."
Su Jinzhi remained silent, the darkness outside the window gradually faded with time, and dawn was approaching—
"Let's go," Number One said to him.
He took one last look at the man and shook his hand: "Goodbye."
Volume Four Lateral Marigolds