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When eating breakfast, Song Yu was actually a little guilty.He took a bite of egg fried rice and asked Ye Yichen, "What did you eat last night?"

Ye Yichen poked his tablet with his fingertips, and said in a flat tone, "Rice to eat." His attitude was gentle, just like how they normally get along every morning.

Song Yu inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief, paused, then organized his words, and looked at Ye Yichen with some questioning eyes, "That..."

"What's the matter?" The voice was questionable, but Ye Yichen didn't raise his head, he watched the bloody TV series on the tablet seriously, in which the woman was holding a knife, and stabbed into the man's crotch with a sound of "stab". On the abdomen, ketchup-colored blood flowed down from the man like money, Ye Yichen felt a chill.

"I'm going on a business trip to the United States today...it's arranged by the company..." Song Yu put down his chopsticks and crossed his fingers in front of the table. "It may take three or four days before I come back."

Ye Yichen thought of the phone call he received last night, and was dazed. His first reaction was: Tsk, lie, Song Yu still lies for such a stupid thing?He didn't want to expose Song Yu, so he just paused the TV show, sat up straight, looked at Song Yu indifferently, Song Yu's body collapsed under Ye Yichen's gaze.

"Ah, that's it. Did you pack your luggage? What clothes did you bring?" Ye Yichen asked calmly.

After taking a bite of the egg, Song Yu put down his chopsticks, "I haven't packed it... I came back late last night..." Speaking of this, Song Yu seemed a little uncomfortable.He took the last bite of breakfast with chopsticks, stood up and said, "I've finished eating, you can eat first, I'll pack my things, and I'll go straight to the airport after packing."

"Yeah," Ye Yichen was still eating his rice, pulling the rice in the bowl one by one. His appetite has not been particularly good recently.He really couldn't eat it anymore, he felt that the rice he fried in the morning was not as good as the instant noodles he made last night.So Ye Yichen put down his chopsticks, turned around and looked at Song Yu's inverted triangle figure and solid buttocks, and asked, "Do you need me to pack your luggage for you? After all...you are a man who doesn't even know which cabinet you put your underwear in." !"

Hearing what Ye Yichen said, Song Yu laughed, he knew that Ye Yichen was teasing about the incident a few years ago.At that time, he accidentally sprayed water while washing the dishes, and his whole pants were wet, and then he accidentally put on Ye Yichen's underwear, but it was not wrong, he just couldn't find his own.It was still summer at that time, he and Ye Yichen had just graduated, both of them were young kids who had just left school, they knew nothing, and they had no money to afford a house.I had to rent a cubicle near the company.The summer in Beijing is dry and hot. The rented house does not have an air conditioner because it is cheap. Song Yu washes the dishes in the sink and feels that he is going to be hot... The weather is hot and I feel annoyed. Suddenly feeling very disturbed, I lost my temper and slapped the faucet.It turned out that there was something wrong with the faucet in the house they rented. The water should have been turned off, but Song Yu slapped him like this, and Song Yu was stunned.

When Ye Yichen returned home after shopping, he saw Song Yu sitting on the mat, wearing flowery shorts, with his wet hair fluttering. Seeing him coming back, Song Yu raised his head, and there was something in his dark eyes. Dazed and wronged.He asked Ye Yichen, "Xiao Chen, where are my underwear? I didn't find mine, so I put on your flowery pants..." The voice was muffled, and it was especially distressing in the restless summer. The cicadas outside were still screaming, but Ye Yichen couldn't hear anything, his heart and lungs were full of the black-haired, black-eyed big boy in front of him with a bit of aggrieved eyes.At that time, Ye Yichen thought, he must work hard so that this man, the man he loves the most, will not suffer like this again.

Later, he did do it. He stayed up late to write, and a few years ago he also helped others as a shooter, and he finally survived.Many of the scripts he wrote have been sold, and the price is not bad, and he also writes scattered books. The manuscript fee is enough to allow him and Song Yu to live much better than their peers in this first-tier city.And Song Yu is also very competitive, and his position has soared.

In the past few years, the two of them bought a big house and bought a new car, and the balance on the card also ended in many zeros, but Ye Yichen sometimes touched it, but it was not always the same.

Both of them remembered something, Song Yu lowered his eyebrows, lowered his half-raised arms, "No need, I'll pack it myself, you don't know what I'm going to bring..."

Ye Yichen turned around and continued to pick the rice in his bowl, thinking secretly, could it be that Song Yu was afraid of being embarrassed by himself when he was packing some things?Touching his nose, Ye Yichen suddenly felt nothing interesting.He has written scripts for so many years, why is the material in his mind getting more and more wretched and boring... When he was studying in school, he really wanted to write meaningful things, but his ideals and bottom line, After all, it is not worth the thin stack of banknotes in reality.Thinking of this, Ye Yichen couldn't eat anymore, and felt a little disgusted, he felt like a bitch, both acting and standing.

Song Yu dragged the suitcase out of the bedroom. He was dressed in formal clothes, his hair was neatly combed, and his walking posture was very chic. Before leaving, he held the doorknob and glanced at Ye Yichen who was still on the dining table, and said: "Eat well when I'm not around. Look at how thin you have been during this time. If you don't want to write the script, don't write it. It's not that you can't eat...why do you work so hard?"

Ye Yichen waved his hand obediently, and said vaguely: "Okay sir, let's go, sir, goodbye..."

Song Yu left without any suspense or nostalgia, leaving Ye Yichen alone in the room to cast aside himself for a long time.

Ye Yichen felt that it was necessary for him to reflect on what he had done these years. In the eyes of his friends and classmates, he could be regarded as one of the literary and artistic pretenders, with irregular working hours and no shortage of money. He and Song Yu were also regarded as People who are predestined will eventually get married, but does he really know what he wants? When he was 20 years old, he knew clearly that he liked Song Yu, and he wanted him. When he was 24 years old, he felt that he wanted to write something, so every day he hugged the big book carefully and carefully Chew, now what...?

Ye Yichen suddenly felt a little dizzy, he seemed to be... feeling sick.

When Ye Yichen woke up again, he was in a daze.He thinks he should not be such a person?Could it be that he can't even accept self-criticism now, and can frighten himself into fainting when he introspects?No, he is not such a vulnerable person.So Ye Yichen decided that he had to take the medical insurance card that he forgot who gave it to the hospital to have a look... Anyway, it would be a waste to leave it unused.

Autumn in Beijing is very bleak, and the air is particularly gloomy because of the smog.

Standing in the corridor of the hospital, Ye Yichen shook his hand, feeling so cold.

Ye Yichen clenched the kraft paper bag in his hand, and the paper bag had scratches from his fingernails due to the force he held.Ye Yichen felt that this was impossible, right?This is simply unscientific... But there is a voice in his heart telling him that nothing is impossible, and these are all signs.His weight was getting lighter and lighter, he was always coughing intermittently, and when he was coding, his mind went black... Fortunately, he thought it was an occupational disease.

Ye Yichen held the medical record in his hand, and the doctor's words echoed in his hollow mind: "Mr. Ye, look, do you want to notify your family members to come over? Your illness..."

Tsk, lung cancer, these two words echoed in Ye Yichen's cochlea, and it made his brain ache.The doctor just notified his family members to come over, and did not mention the specific situation.However, he didn't know that Ye Yichen might not be a good screenwriter, but he was definitely a serious and responsible screenwriter.When Ye Yichen wrote the script back then, in order to make the bloody plot more reliable, he added a setting of lung cancer to the heroine.For this setting, he checked the literature and information for several nights.So he knew every word on the medical record that the doctor handed him, and he could read it clearly.Those densely packed, pitch-black small characters finally merged into a line of bright red subtitles: Look, everyone, this person may only have half a year to live.

Ye Yichen calmly stuffed the medical materials into the kraft paper bag, and stepped out of the hospital step by step, steadily but resolutely.He walked on the road with a solemn expression, raised his head inadvertently, saw a dilapidated and old movie theater, and walked in.

What was playing on the screen was "The Shawshank Redemption", Ye Yichen's favorite movie.Ye Yichen’s favorite scene was the scene where the protagonists Andy and Reid were basking in the sun and drinking beer on the roof. Andy squatted on the roof, leaning against the concrete wall, watching his friends drinking beer, Talking about nasty jokes, the sun shone golden on the tops of their heads, hair tips, and the ground that had just been painted black... At that time, Ye Yichen thought that what he admired most was the yearning and pursuit of freedom, but at this time , but he looked at the old cloth hanging dead on the beams on the screen with a blank expression. In the end, only the "Visit Here" carved by the old cloth remained in the whole room.Ye Yichen felt his whole body trembling, and the back of his hands felt cold. He reached out to touch his face with trembling hands, only to realize that at this moment his face was full of tears.

He's only 27 years old...

He hasn't even finished half of a normal person's life!

When the movie finished printing, Ye Yichen sat alone in the movie theater for a long time, until he was awakened by the sudden ringing of his mobile phone.

Ye Yichen took out his mobile phone and saw Song Yu's call. He dragged his legs numb from sitting for a long time and walked out of the cinema. He raised his head and squinted his eyes, looking at the dazzling autumn sunshine in Beijing, and sent a hoarse greeting: "Hello?"

"Hello," Song Yu also said "Hello", and then there was no more to say.He is always like this, obviously he is calling, but he always wants others to ask him something first.

"What's the matter? Call me at this hour." Ye Yichen cleared his throat and asked.He is like this, but he can still react. Shouldn't Song Yu be jet-lagged in the United States at this time?

"It's nothing...what's the matter with you?" Song Yu heard Ye Yichen's voice on the phone was wrong, as if he had just woken up, and he seemed to have a cold. "Are you sick? It's been very cold in Beijing these two days. You should change into long sleeves at home. If you really don't want to change, you can turn on the air conditioner." Ye Yichen has had a problem since he was a child. He doesn't like to wear long pants at home, and He doesn't like to put on a coat. Even in the winter, he likes to wear short-sleeved shorts casually. In his words, this is to let himself go.

Hearing Song Yu say to turn on the air conditioner, Ye Yichen wanted to laugh, what season is this, "Okay, I'm fine. I just watched a movie, the plot is a little touching. It's you, what's the matter with calling?" ? At this point in the United States, it should be in the middle of the night, right? Mr. Song, you don’t sleep in the middle of the night, do you have the time to make a phone call?”

Song Yu listened to Ye Yichen's normal tone on the other end of the phone, thinking that nothing was wrong.Ye Yichen does have a habit of crying when watching movies.Although Ye Yichen often has a paralyzed face in front of unfamiliar people, those closest to him know how soft-hearted he is.Watching a movie can make your nose turn red from crying... When the two of them watched the movie for the first time, Song Yu teased him, and Ye Yi wiped his snot on his sleeve angrily.

"Ah, I just... have a bit of a nightmare." Song Yu was a little embarrassed. In recent years, he has rarely expressed anything so bluntly, "Ye Yichen..."

"Huh?" Maybe it was because Ye Yichen still spoke with a nasal tone after crying not long ago.

"Ye Yichen, I seem to... miss you a little bit." Song Yu held the phone, and he was a little nervous when he said this.Because he was very tired from the plane, he went to bed early when he and Yang Qing arrived at the hotel, but in the middle of the night he dreamed that Ye Yichen fell from the plane.When Song Yu was woken up in a cold sweat, he got up and hurriedly found his mobile phone to call Ye Yichen.

"Ah, what did you just say? I went to throw the trash... I didn't hear clearly..." Ye Yichen still had a medical record bag in his hand, and there was a trash can not far away. He took a few steps and threw the bag into the trash When he was in the barrel, he heard what Song Yu seemed to be saying, but he didn't pay much attention.

When Song Yu heard that Ye Yichen didn't hear clearly, he was inexplicably angry. He didn't know whether he was angry with Ye Yichen or himself, so he said in a blunt tone: "It's nothing. I just said that the weather is a bit cold and you take care of it." Myself, I'm sleeping and hanging up, good night." He hung up the phone without waiting for Ye Yichen's reply, Ye Yichen was a little puzzled when he heard the beeping sound from the speakerphone.This person, if you have something to say, why lose your temper?

Ye Yichen put the phone in his pocket, then rubbed his hands.

Autumn in Beijing, why is it so cold... It was so cold that he wanted to cry.

The author has something to say:

╮(╯▽╰)╭I don't seem to be suitable for writing long articles, it's so slow, I feel like vomiting while writing.

Come strong man, dry this bowl of dog blood.