The Shadow of the Wind

In the evening, Hua Xiangrong came to the hospital alone, but this time he knocked on the door of the ward in an orderly manner as he was always restless.Gu Yiqing was standing by the bed, and when they saw him coming, they both walked out of the ward tacitly at the same time, and came to the garden under the inpatient area.

All kinds of patients in blue and white stripes are walking in the garden, most of them are old grandpas and grandmas with gray hair.

The two standing here are particularly eye-catching.

"Little boy, what's the matter?" Gu Yiqing asked.

Hua Xiangrong was so calm that he didn't go crazy, he took out his phone and pressed a few buttons before placing it in front of Gu Yiqing.Gu Yiqing stepped forward and saw that it was the scene where she was carried back downstairs by Zuo Qiuyan to the downstairs of the Twin Towers yesterday, it must have been photographed by someone in the Metropolitan Police Department.

"I asked You Yu for it." Hua Xiangrong blinked, the bright red corners of her eyes were particularly touching.

"Oh, I went to find A Yan yesterday." Gu Yiqing replied.

"Sanggong, you like him very much." Hua Xiangrong hit the nail on the head: "Nothing can hide from my eyes, brother."

When Gu Yiqing and Hua Xiangrong met for the first time, Hua Xiangrong called himself brother one by one.But since the two got married, the titles of Mr. Darling came one after another, and this claim has been long-lost.

"I don't like it very much, but I love it very much." It was almost the same as he expected, Gu Yiqing admitted it clearly, and added: "It started very early."

"If that's the case," Hua Xiangrong scratched her head and said in distress, "Then it seems like we can't continue like this."

"Yes." Gu Yiqing smiled, apologetically.

"So before my prime minister dismissed me, I came by myself." Hua Xiangrong smiled, "Let's break up."

Seeing his nonchalant smile on his playful face, Gu Yiqing paused for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, when you have time later, do me a favor and cook some Sichuan dishes for me."

"Okay." Hua Xiangrong readily agreed, "Then I'll pack my luggage for a few days and go back to school."

"Shall I call for help?"

"I'll drive it myself, it's ok." Hua Xiangrong said quite complacently, "I won't take the wallpaper and decorations I designed, it's so troublesome, Darling must cherish my masterpieces."

In the past year, Hua Xiangrong almost turned the two-story bungalow upside down, the wallpaper was changed one after another, and various household items designed by him can be seen everywhere.After Gu Yiqing returns home, she often has unexpected surprises, and at the same time, she has eaten delicious Sichuan cuisine for a year. I have to say that Hua Xiangrong's cooking skills are still very good.

"Then you should study hard and don't be playful." Gu Yiqing rarely said a serious word, really like a big flower wanting to tolerate a seven-year-old elder.

He and Zuo Qiuyan are also exactly seven years old.

"Darling, you are so long-winded, just like our academic director." Hua Xiangrong winked, "I'll give you the key after I finish packing."

"OK."

The intimate titles of the two remain the same, but the relationship is no longer what it used to be.Gu Yiqing watched Hua Xiangrong run out of the hospital bouncing, and suddenly thought that his small bungalow would be empty again, just like the year when he just came back from France.

Inexplicably returning to the origin, is this perhaps the legendary window period?

In the evening, only Zuo Qiuyan came, saying that the SAT started extra training, so Zuo Qiuyan couldn't come - this situation continued until the day Gu Yiqing was discharged from the hospital, Zuo Qiuyan still stayed in the secret training room of the Police Department, even at home. I haven't been back.

"Hello, the phone you are dialing is off."

Standing in front of the French windows on the second floor, Gu Yiqing indifferently listened to the notification on the phone, and then quietly cut off the call.He knew very well that his mobile phone had to be handed in strictly during the SAT special training, but he continued to use it all the time.

Without someone's piercing cry and hanging voice, even those messy crowns, gowns and tassels disappeared, the whole house was suddenly terribly silent, like a ghost wandering here, ready to swallow people at any time.

He looked at his reflection on the floor-to-ceiling windows, and at the moment, his height of 1.8 meters seemed so short and thin, and he was terribly dumb.

So when the phone vibrated, he frantically picked it up, but the other party was not the one he wanted.

"Mr. Gu, next week the folk orchestra and the symphony orchestra will be performing at the Yinsi Theater in the suburbs. I happen to be going to Russia for an official exchange. The boss said that you and Tang will be in charge. This time, many bureaucrats from other provinces will ask Come, it's still very important~" Mei Zhen's cheerful voice came.

"understood."

After hanging up the phone, he was suddenly annoyed. He put the phone on the sofa and rushed into the bedroom - the big Teddy lay quietly on the bed, and it was elastically dented and restored to its original shape after being pressed by his whole body.The black eyes looked innocently at the man who was mad at it, and the corners of his mouth were even more expressionless and cute.

All the lights in the room were extinguished, and he hugged the big bear tightly and forced himself to fall asleep, but it was always fruitless.

No sleep for one night.

Two days later.

Early in the morning, Lan You packed Chu Cheng's luggage, and Chu You walked into the ward refreshed. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Chu Cheng in a beige casual suit, standing tall in front of the French window, with a dark expression on his face.

"Cheng'er?" Chu You walked up to Chu Cheng.

"I hope you won't question my choice after a month." Chu Cheng turned around and looked straight at Chu You.

"Okay." Chu You replied.

"Thank you." Chu Cheng's gaze slowed down a bit, and the corner of his mouth curved slightly.

Chu You looked at Chu Cheng's smile and was stunned for a while. It had been a long time since he saw Chu Cheng's cheerful appearance. He suddenly laughed and patted Chu Cheng's back, and the two men left the ward together.

The two came to the entrance of the hospital together, and it happened that Song Yanchu and Song Changxin also walked side by side.

"Hello, Uncle Chu." Song Yanchu greeted politely.

"Hello." Chu You smiled.

Song Yanchu shifted his gaze to Chu Cheng, ran up to him happily, and said loudly, "Chu Cheng!"

"Ah."

Although Song Yanchu wondered why Chu Cheng was suddenly cold, but then thought that Chu Cheng had always been cold, and he didn't mind, and chatted with Chu Cheng with a smile on his face.

"Old friend, don't bully my son." Song Changxin pretended to be serious.

"What nonsense did Old Song say, I am grateful to Xiao Song for helping Cheng'er to heal his illness." Chu You patted Song Changxin on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"Yan Chu is also willing, and I have nothing to worry about." Song Changxin also patted Chu You on the shoulder, and the two old friends looked at each other and smiled.

"Xiao Song is a good boy." Chu You looked at Song Yanchu and smiled lightly.

Two middle-aged men chattered, the car drove over, the driver came down and opened the door well-trained, Chu You, Chu Cheng, Song Yanchu also got into the car.

****

Chu You returned to the company, and Chu Cheng and Song Yanchu went directly to the Chu family mansion.

"Master, I've already packed a guest room on the third floor." Xiao Ru greeted him respectfully.

"Okay, let someone pack their luggage." After Chu Cheng finished speaking, he continued to take Song Yanchu around the mansion, letting him familiarize himself with the environment here.

The two of them strolled all the way to the back garden, and a big white dog ran towards Chu Cheng from a distance. Chu Cheng felt better, squatted down and spread his hands to catch the cute big white dog.

"Little." Chu Cheng showed some doting expression, and rubbed the top of the dog's head with his hand.

"His name is Xiaoxiao?" Song Yanchu squatted down in curiosity and surprise, staring at the dog with big eyes without blinking, showing his love: "What a great dog!"

"I want to hug it!" Song Yanchu became excited, and eager to try, he directly stretched out his arms and hugged the big Samoyed from behind, his slightly slender arms hugged the dog's body tightly, and hugged it vigorously.

"Wow, woof, woof~" Xiaoxiao felt Song Yanchu's friendliness, and began to cry excitedly.

"Be careful." Chu Cheng looked at the crumbling Song Yanchu in front of him speechlessly.

"Don't be afraid, Xiaoxiao is so good~" Song Yanchu hugged the dog happily and kissed him without any fear. He looked at Chu Cheng pleadingly and asked, "I can go for a run with it in the morning. ?"

"Okay." Chu Cheng agreed, it seemed more and more difficult for him to refuse Song Yanchu's request.

"Thank you!" Song Yanchu said gratefully, he put Xiaoxiao back on the grass, and started playing with Xiaoxiao, the pure and cheerful laughter echoed in the bleak autumn garden.

Chu Cheng stood there, quietly looking at Song Yanchu who was not far away. The clear autumn sunlight shone on the happy man, casting a soft halo, which made people feel a burst of comfort and joy from the heart. He looked at it and unconsciously raised a smile.

"ah!"

Song Yanchu suddenly exclaimed, whimpering in pain.

Chu Cheng hurriedly ran over, only to see Song Yanchu rubbing his knee with a painful expression, while Xiao Xiao seemed to lower his head guiltily, making a "woo-woo" sound, and stretched out his tongue to lick Song Yanchu's knee.

"Don't feel guilty, little one, I'm fine~" Song Yanchu patted his little head and raised a big smile with difficulty.

"Let you run around." Chu Cheng helped Song Yanchu up on the grass as he spoke, his tone was displeased, he glanced at the sobbing Xiaoxiao and ordered in a deep voice, "Xiaoxiao went to find Minghua, it's time to eat. "

"Wow~Wow~" As if being pardoned by the master, Xiaoxiao suddenly became agitated, stared at her limbs, and ran away like a loose.

"It's okay, I just knocked it." Song Yanchu shrank his neck and comforted him in a low voice.

"You still dare to refute." Chu Cheng stared at Song Yanchu and said coldly.

Song Yanchu lowered his head and felt aggrieved. He secretly glanced at Chu Chengruo and said weakly: "Chu Cheng...you are so fierce."

Chu Cheng was defeated in an instant, he took a deep breath, and said in a slow tone: "Be careful in the future."

"En." Song Yanchu replied softly happily.

The corner of Chu Cheng's mouth twitched, and he helplessly helped the big boy back to his room.

****

"Wow! Chu Cheng, your room is so retro." Song Yanchu exclaimed.

"I'll get the medicine, you wait." Chu Cheng put Song Yanchu on the mahogany chair

"Okay." Song Yanchu nodded and smiled.

After Chu Cheng left, Song Yanchu limped around the hall curiously. There was an exquisite guqin hanging on one wall of the room, and nearby, a small silver bell made him unable to take his eyes off it. He approached step by step, like the attraction of a black hole, but also like the arrangement of fate.

He gently stroked the exquisite and delicate little bell with his hand, like the call of the soul of the previous life, a pair of smart gray eyes flashed through Song Yanchu's mind, quickly but deeply imprinted, it seemed that he could see a peaceful lake in front of him, Quiet and beautiful, there is a man in red standing beside the lake...... Wearing a silver bell around his waist.

"Back...back..." Song Yan moved his lips at the beginning, without any reason, and slowly spit out the two words.

The traction of fate, the promise of the previous life, is still fulfilled after a thousand years.

"Song Yanchu?" Chu Cheng walked into the room with some medicinal wine for bruises, only to see Song Yanchu staring at the bell intently, and calling out a name.

"Ah?" Song Yanchu replied in confusion.

Chu Cheng put the things on the table and asked Song Yanchu to sit on the chair. With a light sigh, he picked up the medicinal wine and rubbed it for him.

"Back... Back..." Song Yanchu suddenly called out, his eyes still hazy, and he didn't know where his thoughts were flying.

Chu Cheng was taken aback, the word "Tuhui" was a table word that Miu Yin had chosen for himself, but it was only used as a seal when he was practicing calligraphy...

"How do you know these two words?" Chu Cheng looked at Song Yanchu suspiciously and asked.

"Follow it back, Wan is in the middle of the water." Song Yanchu responded subconsciously, he hesitated after thinking for a while and said: "I... can I ask you to go back?"

"Okay?" Song Yanchu asked again, sincerely and seriously.

Chu Cheng stared at Song Yanchu for a while, but the other party's pitiful expression made him unable to refuse, so he could only nod helplessly: "It's up to you."

"Go back!" Song Yanchu seemed very happy, and a clear voice resounded through the room.

A call gave Chu Cheng a sense of completeness, as if the long-lost call filled the void in his heart.

"By the way, Huihui, do you know how to play the guqin?" Song Yanchu pointed to the qin and asked doubtfully.

Chu Cheng looked at the piano, his eyes became more sad, and his thoughts gradually drifted away. He said slowly: "That piano is called Zhuiyin, and he knows Guqin, so I also went to learn it for two years. A few years ago By chance, I got a piano, and I gave it to him, and Xiaoxiao, who has been taken care of by Yaoyin."

Song Yanchu's smile froze on his face, and his body also froze, as if he had touched the most embarrassing corner. He laughed a few times and stopped talking, thinking over and over again in confusion about the unknown sourness in his heart. He didn't know why there was Such a feeling is very sad.

"I lost him in the end." Chu Cheng said lightly, these things had been buried for two years, and now he was able to confide in front of Song Yanchu without any precautions, "Everywhere here there are false sounds There are two sets of toiletries in the bathroom, two cloakrooms in the room, two pillows on the bed, and pictures of him everywhere..."

Chu Cheng's lips trembled a little, and his eyes were full of sadness. He forced himself to face this matter, and also sprinkled a handful of salt on the wound that had not healed all year round. He continued: "Up to now, I have loved Mu Yin for eight years. , in the two years without him, the first thought I wake up every day is to just kill myself."

"Love..." Song Yanchu said softly, holding back the tears welling up in his eyes.

"You don't understand. When you understand, you will be sad and happy."

"Master, it's time to eat." Lan You's voice came from outside the door, interrupting Chu Cheng's memory.

"Okay." Chu Cheng replied.

"Master, I can't find Doctor Song." Lan You continued.

"He's with me."

Lan You was taken aback for a moment, and then replied: "Alright, young master and Dr. Song, come down to eat quickly."

"Yeah." Chu Cheng replied, but when he looked up, he saw Song Yanchu's eyes were red like a bunny. He was puzzled, "What's wrong? Why are the eyes red?"

"Maybe I was too touched." Song Yanchu said unnaturally, pulling the corners of his mouth, but his heart was filled with bitterness. For some reason, it was like something that he thought he could hold in his hand, but it didn't belong to him at all.

"Little kid, it's time to eat." Chu Cheng patted Song Yanchu on the head, like treating his own younger brother.

"Yeah." Song Yanchu hung his head in embarrassment, and a few hot tears fell silently.

****

In the afternoon of autumn, the sun is not as scorchingly hot, and the air is mixed with the fragrance of autumn chrysanthemums.

After lunch, Song Yanchu was still in a bad mood, and help Chu Cheng to check his head as usual sullenly.

"Song Yanchu?" Chu Cheng called out strangely, he was really not used to Song Yanchu's melancholy expression.

"Huh?" Song Yanchu tidied up his things and replied.

Chu Cheng thought for a while, as if coaxing a kindergarten kid: "How about I fly a plane and take you around?"

Song Yanchu's eyes lit up immediately, all troubles were forgotten, and he smiled brightly: "Really?"

Chu Cheng knocked on Song Yanchu's head and said with a broken smile, "Aren't you angry? Are you happy?"

"Not angry..." Song Yanchu rubbed his head in embarrassment.

"Little friend." Chu Cheng chuckled lightly.

"Shouhui! Xiaohui! Xiaosu!" Song Yanchu suddenly yelled with a smile on his face, his whole body exuding the bright warmth of the warm sun in winter.

"Deaf."

"Really?" Song Yanchu suddenly became nervous, and quickly lowered his voice.

"It's okay, let's go, I'll take you to play." Chu Cheng smiled faintly.

"Well, it's fine." Song Yanchu breathed a sigh of relief.

Under the autumn sun, the shadows of the two were stretched very long.

into the night.

As the night fell and the stars twinkled, Chu Chengyuan looked at the bright lights of downtown Jingzhou, his handsome face showed no emotion, and his estranged back reflected his loneliness.

Suddenly the phone vibrated, he picked up the phone and found that it was a text message from Shen Tingqing:

"Xiao Chengcheng~ I sent something very important to your mailbox~ You must read it, you will regret it if you don't!"

Chu Cheng walked slowly to the computer, opened the mailbox, and received the file.

It was a photo, and Chu Cheng simply clicked on it. In the photo, Song Yanchu's innocent smile was unreservedly displayed. Three squirrels were strolling on him, and the peaked cap was tilted to one side, which looked a little funny.

"Song Yanchu..." Chu Cheng chuckled. After closing the computer, he suddenly wanted to meet that person, so he got up and walked out of the room.

As soon as Chu Cheng walked out of the room, he saw Song Yanchu holding the squirrel doll and laying on the railing of the opposite corridor in a daze. He subconsciously quickened his pace and walked to Song Yanchu's side.

"Song Yanchu." Chu Cheng rested his hand on the armrest leisurely, and called out lightly.

Song Yanchu turned his head, hugged the furry squirrel and leaned on the railing, his clear eyes stared at Chu Cheng curiously, as if he was in some trouble.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Song Yanchu looked at Chu Cheng in front of him strangely.

"Why don't you sleep?" Chu Cheng asked back.

"Your house doesn't have a night light." Song Yanchu muttered.

"Why do you want that?"

"It's pitch black at night, of course we need to use a night light." Song Yanchu looked at Chu Cheng like a fool, and laughed out loud.

"Are you afraid of the dark?" Chu Cheng asked uncertainly.

"Aren't you afraid?" Song Yanchu said with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

"You're a doctor, why are you afraid of the dark?" Chu Cheng looked at Song Yanchu strangely.

"Who says doctors can't be afraid of the dark? Isn't it normal to be afraid of the dark?" Song Yanchu didn't understand Chu Cheng's words. He blinked his eyes and suddenly said excitedly as if he had discovered a new world, "Xiao Su, why don't you sleep with me?" Bar."

"You can sleep with the light on." Chu Cheng said with twitching corners of his mouth.

"It's too bright with the lights on, it's not good for your eyes." Song Yanchu looked at Chu Cheng pleadingly.

Chu Cheng sighed silently, which was acquiesced. It turned out that Chu Cheng was going to become the cradle of this little boy.

Song Yanchu smiled and said joyfully, "Xiao Su, you agree!"

"Well, I'll help you buy a night vision light tomorrow." Chu Cheng's face collapsed, as if the emotions that had been suppressed over the years were gradually released in front of Song Yanchu.

Walking into the room, Song Yanchu yawned sleepily, feeling sleepy.

"Throw that squirrel on the bed." Chu Cheng gestured.

"Okay." Song Yanchu carefully put the doll on the bed.

"Sleep." Chu Cheng said and lay down on the bed, and Song Yanchu happily climbed onto the bed.

Seeing that Song Yanchu was lying down, Chu Cheng picked up the remote control and turned off all the lights in the room.

It was dark in an instant, and Song Yanchu called out nervously and fearfully: "Xiao Su."

"En." Chu Cheng calmly responded.

"Go back..." Song Yanchu murmured softly and closed his eyes quietly.

But Chu Cheng lay flat and kept looking at everything in the dark with his eyes open, like a body without a soul, not knowing what he was thinking.

An hour later, Song Yanchu was completely asleep, and there was a soft sigh in the dark room, followed by a gentle closing of the door.

☆、Chapter 14