deep in the first part

when you leave

I just realized how important you are

like air

像水

like my soul

Without you

life becomes meaningless

Twilight was not depressed because of Ning Ruibai's departure, but there were fewer beauties who came.As always, Twilight is just one of the many means for the rich to show their worth, and his existence is more of a label.

In the box, Long Zhe was lying on the table, staring at the empty bottle in front of him in a daze.The row of spirits just now looked like a rainbow, and Long Zhe drank every drop.No matter what kind of music downstairs can impress Long Zhe, because no matter how beautiful the singing voice is, it is not Ning Ruibai.

"Hi everyone, I'm Xiaobai." Suddenly a clean boy's voice came from downstairs.

Long Zhe stood up violently, causing the table to shake violently.Du Boyu stabilized the table and saw that Long Zhe was already standing by the fence.Long Zhe looked at the stage, the boy's clean voice surrounded his ears.He was wearing a white shirt, a pair of simple jeans, and looked like a student.

"Who?" Long Zhe asked Du Boyu who came over.

"I don't know." Without Long Zhe, Du Boyu rarely came to Twilight.

"Call the manager."

"Long Zhe." Du Boyu gave Long Zhe a hand, no matter how sad he was, he couldn't just find a substitute.

"Go quickly." Long Zhe's eyes were firm.In fact, Du Boyu understands that as long as Long Zhe decides, no one else can influence it at all.

Long Zhe saw Du Boyu go out, then turned to look at the stage, his eyes full of infatuation.

After a while, the Kung Fu manager came. In fact, the manager was quite nervous. The child just arrived today, and he didn't even come to ask for his name urgently, and he didn't know the details.The song just now was actually an audition, and the manager felt his liver tremble as soon as the kid said that he was called Xiaobai.Could he not be able to tell what state Long Zhe was in? He immediately thought that Long Zhe's state of waiting to die had something to do with their family's little ancestor.But people under the eaves, how dare not bow their heads, the boss called, he is a manager, so he can only bite the bullet.

"Young Master Long." The manager waited respectfully.

"Who?" Long Zhe didn't look back, and pointed directly to the stage.

The manager couldn't see Long Zhe's expression, but no one could guess what Long Zhe was thinking from these few words, so he could only answer truthfully, "The singer who applied for this afternoon is good at singing a cappella, let him try it tonight."

"What is your name?"

"Xiaobai." The manager was a little sweaty. Even if he was a newcomer, it was his dereliction of duty to let someone take the stage without even knowing his name.

"Resigned."

"Ah?" The manager didn't respond for a moment.

"Resigned."

"Yes." The manager knew that this person couldn't be kept anymore, so he hurried out to deal with it.

Du Boyu didn't know where he went, and Long Zhe was the only one left in the box for a moment.Long Zhe leaned against the wall, staring at the empty stage in a daze.This stage, that white shirt, and the name Xiaobai all belong to that person, and no one can possess or desecrate it.So what if it feels like, he is not Ning Ruibai.Only Ning Ruibai is the one who can shine on the stage. Only his singing has stories and emotions.Why didn't he protect himself well when he was such a good Xiaobai?Long Zhe fell into it again and couldn't help himself.Self-blame, deep self-blame.He wanted to go back to the time when they were simply enjoying and loving each other.

"Xiaobai, you said that I will never leave you. I'll go, you wait. But why, you didn't wait this time." Long Zhe squatted in the corner, talking to himself.He has endured it for too long, every inch of skin in his body oozes yearning, every cell in him is blaming himself, but he is powerless.Sorrow filled every nerve of his, and he couldn't stand it any longer.

They say that a man does not flick his tears lightly.But what if the bone marrow is injured, the internal organs are injured, and the whole body is injured.

Tears can no longer drain the sadness and loss in Longzhe's body.But now, besides crying, what else can he do.

When Du Boyu saw Long Zhe, he was startled for a few seconds. A tall man was crouching in a corner, hugging his knees and crying bitterly. The tragic scene was unforgettable.Du Boyu didn't bother him, just stood at the door and lit a cigarette.They grew up together, and Du Boyu could count on one hand the number of times he saw Long Zhe cry.If it wasn't for the deep affection, if it wasn't for the heartache, how could it not stop crying.Du Boyu finished smoking a cigarette, walked up to Long Zhe, and patted Long Zhe on the shoulder lightly.

"I lost Xiaobai." Long Zhe raised his head, his eyes were red, "What should I do, I lost my Xiaobai."

Long Zhe covered his face with his hands, crying like a child, and kept saying, I lost Xiaobai.

"Lost it, just find it." Du Boyu sat beside Long Zhe, gently following his back.

"Can I still get him back?" Long Zhe asked again and again like a child who didn't know what was wrong, so as to give himself strength.

"Yes, we will get Xiaobai back."

Long Zhe was so tired from crying, he twitched like a child.Normally, Du Boyu would definitely make a video to commemorate it, but at this time, Du Boyu felt a little distressed.That proud prince, now like a homeless child, can do nothing but cry.

"I'm going to smoke." Long Zhe stood up suddenly, opened the door and walked out.

"You yourself?" Du Boyu was a little worried.

"It's okay, I can." Long Zhe raised the corner of his mouth and pushed Du Boyu back to his seat, "I want to be quiet for a while."

"Okay, be careful." Du Boyu knew that he had slowed down a bit.

Long Zhe walked unsteadily to the back door of Twilight, and squatted on the steps to smoke.The moisture in the eyes has not completely dissipated, Long Zhe wiped his face with his sleeve fiercely.

When Long Zhe was ten years old, he knew that crying could not solve the problem.Means nothing but cowardice.If he wants to get his Xiaobai back, what should he do.There is no internal response, I don't know the situation over there, and I am worried about Xiaobai's body.Long Zhe began to sort out his thoughts slowly.

"Uncle."

The familiar address awakened Long Zhe's memory, and the beautiful face was even more deceptive because of the dim light.Long Zhe raised his head, but because of the backlight, he couldn't see the appearance of the person in front of him clearly. He could only see that he seemed to be about the same height as him, wearing a white shirt, and his skin was translucent.

"Xiaobai?" Such a figure coincided with someone's appearance.

"it's me."

The man sat straddling Long Zhe's arms, wrapped his arms around Long Zhe's neck, buried his face in Long Zhe's neck, and said softly, "Uncle, take me home."