Xu Yan Yimo

Time seems to be stuck for a long time, including the individual's consciousness and body.

Just like the stars in the vast universe, the light on their bodies is the light reflected hundreds of millions of light years ago, but time brings it to the eyes, and the moment of encounter is the encounter between the present and the past time.

He once thought he was standing under the camphor tree again, with the blue sky and white clouds visible to the naked eye on the top, and the green grass and green land under his feet. He took a sketchbook and met the little girl with a red bow tie.They were chatting together under the tree, in the early summer afternoon, with the tiredness of sleepiness.

Then there was the heavy rain the next day. The family members who fell into the blood pool had a dream that they would not wake up. The bright red blood was washed by the rain. In their eyes, everything was fading, and finally only Black and white red.On the black street, beside the white zebra crossing, red lights are lit.But the red light in the stagnant water is also fading, and even the blood has melted into the water, confusing the sight. So far, the world has finally turned into black and white.

The small world finally turned into a black and white chess game.Surrounded by huge and cold chess pieces, filled with rooks and horses, it looks like a maze. He can only squat down, hold his head, and pretend to be playing hide-and-seek. In fact, there is only one person in the chess game, and no one will come to him.

"Are you here too?"

The head buried in his knees lifted up, and there was also a young boy in front of him, with indescribably familiar features.Like who?Slightly curly hair, fair face, delicately sculpted face like a sculptor... who does she look like?

The boy was wearing a small black suit and black tie, with a serious expression, just like a little adult.His expression was a little sad, and Xu Mo noticed that there was a small white flower pinned to his left chest.

Behind him is a black coffin covered with the same layer of white flowers.The child's face was still stained with tears, and so was he, so he said, "You're here too."

The two met on the black and white chess board, with black and white interlaced squares under their feet.The meeting between the king of black chess and the emperor of white chess transcends the constraints of time and space. He is under the camphor tree, and he is under the plane tree; behind him is the hospital bed, and behind him is the coffin of the church.

He stood up involuntarily, and walked over, only to realize that the boy was about the same height as him when he stood up.The boy walked in front, and he followed, up the white steps, under the stained glass windows of the church cut into different shapes, and the coffin lid still closed.

Lying inside was a beautiful woman.

The slightly curly black hair is very similar to that of a boy.

The woman surrounded by small white flowers has a very peaceful expression on her face, as if she is in a long sleep.

But it is eternal sleep.

...are you crying?

The boy shook his shoulders, bit his lower lip, lowered his head, and gently stroked the woman's face with his fingers, carefully.The bells of the church seemed to be ringing in my ears, an aria I had never heard before, sad and miserable, with the end of the cello, accompanied by the blessing of holy water and flowers, and flew up to the sky on the wings of Angel.

His eyes were black and white, but the tip of his nose could not smell the disinfectant in the ward.

Are you sad too?

I am also very sad.

Let's go together, shall we?

it is good.

Like a silent invitation, he held the boy's hand. The back of the hand was a little cold, but the fingertips were warm.

The bells sounded from far to near, and the leaves of the sycamore trees in golden autumn began to fall in large pieces, and the leaves of the camphor trees in midsummer were blown by the wind so that the shadows of the trees danced.The petals of the little white flower on the boy's chest were blown away by the wind, and the petals fell one by one, and were caught in the pages of the blood-stained plain book.

Looking at the tall and straight back of the young man, everything in his brain was disconnected and everything was connected, and he called out softly: "Zeyan..."

The boy turned around.

wake up.

When Xu Mo woke up, it was late autumn here.There are really fallen leaves of the sycamore outside the window, leaving a graceful dance on the window glass.The decoration of the unfamiliar house was classic and exquisite. He got off the bed, wearing loose clothes, with many bandages on his body, and some small wounds had healed.

Unable to distinguish between reality and dream for a while, he tried to stand up and walked to the window.

The strange thing is that I can't feel the so-called pain, but I feel exhausted after not walking for a long time.

Open the window, the autumn wind is cool, but it doesn't hurt people like domestic ones.

There is really a pure white church in the distance. On the gothic roof is a bell tower. It seems that it has arrived at some time. When the bell of the bell tower rang, a group of white pigeons flew up, looking very lively.There was a faint singing voice, not a Chinese tune, he froze for a moment, it was a French tune

.

It turned out to be France.

With a "click", the door next to him opened, and Li Zeyan, who was dressed in home clothes, walked in with a white towel. When he saw that person standing stupidly outside the window, he showed a surprised expression for a moment without concealing it.Xu Mo had rarely seen Li Zeyan like this, a silly and childish Li Zeyan.

He couldn't help laughing, how long had he not seen him?Such a vivid face is much prettier than in memory and dreams.

"Zeyan..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt that time seemed to have stopped, and the sycamore leaves outside the window stopped moving.Suddenly, the weight of a hug hits the whole body in front of him. That person is a little taller than him, but he rests his head on his neck, and sprays warm breath on the sensitive place, but there is no sense of charm.

Because he felt it, the cold liquid.

"……you're awake."

Li Zeyan's voice sounded like the boy in the dream, with a crying tone.The wounds wrapped in bandages started to hurt at that moment, especially the pain in the heart.Facing him like this, what else could he do?She hugged this person back, even if she used up all her strength, she didn't want to push him away to help him avoid bullets.

"I'm awake. I'm sorry, Zeyan, I made you worry." Xu Mo closed his eyes, and felt that time was moving again wrapped in the autumn wind. This feeling was really amazing.

"I'm the one who should say I'm sorry." Li Zeyan let go of him. When he looked up, except for the radiance and redness at the corners of his eyes, he looked the same as before, but the wrist he was holding reminded him of his thinness.

For him... why don't you take good care of yourself...

"Momo, you can't get out of bed yet, go back and lie down." Just thinking of something, Li Zeyan grabbed his shoulders and pushed him towards the bed very forcefully yet gently: "Go and lie down !"

Xu Mo lay down obediently, looked at the man who still had a clumsy mouth but a more delicate heart than anyone else, and said distressedly: "Ze Yan, you look really haggard..."

"Even if I am haggard... Even if I change my appearance, don't you still recognize me?" Li Zeyan put a wet towel on his forehead and wiped it for him, "... Momo, you don't even know what you are doing now How emaciated you are."

He couldn't see himself, but Li Zeyan could. Although Xu Mo woke up, his face was still pale. This was caused by the medicine and immobility for a long time, which made people feel distressed.It's just that he won't say it.

"How about things over there?"

"Bai Qi and the Interpol will take over. It has nothing to do with you, and it has nothing to do with You Ran."

Xu Mo blinked, showing a childish smile: "Zeyan, come down."

He listened to Xu Mo's nonsensical words, but doctors and patients come first, he lowered his head, caught off guard, Xu Mo stretched out his hand to pull him down, and pressed a kiss on his lips.

Taste and stop.

"I miss you so much...I'm so happy to see you."

"...Stupid, me too."

Waiting for you to wake up, I really waited too long, too long.