lingering for a hundred years

A cool breeze blows in from the window, and the white gauze on the bed swings randomly, like a slow dance, shaking gently.

As soon as Chen Xi opened his eyes, he found himself sleeping on an unfamiliar bed.He sat up slowly, recalling what happened last night.

Last night, he and Han Zigao had a lively conversation. From the little things in life to the philosophy of life, they talked for almost a whole night. In the end, considering that Han Zigao still had to work, they went to bed at dawn.

He never thought that in an ordinary night, the distance between them would be so much closer, and the relationship between people is amazing, sometimes "a certain point" can generate sparks, burn a raging fire, and be enthusiastic.

Chen Xi got out of bed, put on his clothes, and walked out of the room.He kind of wanted to see that thin back.But, strangely, he finished his breakfast and didn't miss the kid.

In the end, he couldn't help asking the housekeeper, only to find out that Han Zigao was watering the flowers in the garden.

He couldn't wait to walk out of the door, but unexpectedly, as soon as he went out, someone ran into his arms.

"Zigao, why are you in such a hurry?" Chen Xi grabbed Han Zigao's shoulders with both hands, and after seeing the other person's face clearly, he slightly distanced himself and asked.

"Director, call and tell me to go back quickly." Han Zigao rubbed his red forehead and replied helplessly.

His height was only as high as Chen Xi's shoulders, so he ran straight into Chen Xi's arms just now in a hurry.Usually, he is not so careless and absent-minded, but after getting along with Chen Xi last night, he was really excited, and he has not calmed down until now.It was a luxury for him to be around and talk to someone he cared about.Beneath the quicksands of time, he always wanted to catch it again.

Although, he is reluctant, but Han Zigao is still a person who "distinguishes between public and private". As an entertainer, even for a day, he must perform his responsibilities and work well.Just like when he was a general in his previous life, he also sacrificed his life to protect the country.He is not a great man, just a man with a strong sense of responsibility.

So, he raised his eyes and took a deep look at the other party, then ran upstairs in a hurry, planning to go back to the room, change clothes and go out.

When he reached the second floor, he suddenly seemed to have remembered something, stopped, and looked down from the antique carved railings at the people who hadn't left.Coincidentally, the other party also looked up at him, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

Han Zigao took out a small bag of things from his pocket, threw it vigorously, drew a beautiful arc in the air, and Chen Xi quickly caught it.

Chen Xi glanced at the things in his hand, then looked up at the smiling person standing upstairs.I saw the other party shouting: "Souvenir, for you." After finishing speaking, he turned and went back to the room.

Then, Chen Xi also went to school in a hurry, so he went out without saying a word to the other party.

When school was over, Chen Xi came to the hospital to visit his mother regardless of the weather.

The wind gently jumped into the window, bringing a little bit of coolness.The thin curtains fluttered in the wind, bobbing up and down again and again.

Chen Xi walked over and closed the door of the window, leaving only a gap.

He turned his head and sat down by the bed, looking at the thinning figure lying on the hospital bed, with closed eyes, silver threads mixed in the black hair, black and white, and the originally young and beautiful face, in the Under the baptism of time and life, the wrinkles of the years have climbed up the mother's forehead and the end of the eyes.

Just looking at it like this, he felt unspeakable pain in his heart.

My mother never had a good day, and she worked hard every day to go to work, just to feed him and provide him with education.In the past, I always saw my mother's smile "joying in bitterness", but now I can't see anything, only a sleeping face.

He grabbed the hand that had lost its lubrication and softness due to long-term work, and stuck it to his cheek.He just stared at it without saying a word, because he believed that, compared with thousands of words, what he wanted to say in his heart and mouth would be felt by his mother.Sometimes, some things don't need words.

He picked up a wet towel and wiped his mother's hands and feet.Suddenly, he spotted a vase filled with white lilies on the cabinet in front of the bed.

Looking at the pure and flawless flowers, there is a peace of mind growing in my heart, and it flows in my heart bit by bit.

At this time, the nurse just knocked on the door and walked into the room in exchange for drips.

He asked curiously if someone had come to visit his mother.However, I thought to myself, they don't have any relatives, how could anyone come to visit?

When the nurse heard this, her eyes lit up a little. Thinking of the person she saw this morning, she said in admiration, "I've never seen such a beautiful person! The gentleman said that the patient is his friend's mother. Take good care of it."

"What does he look like?" Chen Xi asked curiously, probably having some clues in his mind.Who is that person, maybe he guessed right, maybe he guessed wrong.But anyway, there was such a person who came to visit his mother.

"He has black waist-length hair and is about 1.7 meters tall. He wears big sunglasses that cover most of his face, so he can't see clearly, but he still looks good." Seeing this, the nurse also stared at Chen Xi Look, the big boy in front of him also has a face that is not ashamed.

Tall, comparable to a model, about 1.8 meters tall.With a handsome silhouette, wide shoulders and narrow waist, and a natural hanger, he turned the simple white shorts and faded jeans into a high-end product.

Chen Xi didn't notice the nurse's gaze lingering on him, and he didn't even notice that she left immediately.

Staring at the vase of snow-white flowers, he felt indescribably surprised and moved.

In the old days, except for his mother, he had never been cared so much by anyone. Not only did he treat himself well, but he even came to see his mother in his busy schedule.Such a "brother" is really the greatest gift God gave me.

He has always felt that "friends" and "confidants" are nothing compared to the warmth of family.

Han Zigao is like his "brother", he wants to protect and pity him, but he also admires him.He really cherishes such "relatives".

Thinking of this, Chen Xi took out the bag of small things in his pants, opened it, and saw that it was full of red beans.

Countless questions suddenly floated in his mind, was it red beans as a gift?A deep smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth, he always felt that that person was often unexpected, with ungraspable and unpredictable intentions.

Leaving the hospital, walking slowly on the street at dusk, the brilliance of the setting sun elongated Chen Xi's figure, long, lying on the concrete road.

Inadvertently, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a huge poster pasted on the door of a shop selling sound effects CDs.He stopped and stood there for a long time, then stepped forward and watched carefully.

Obviously on the poster, that person's face is his face, his nose is his nose, and his appearance hasn't changed at all from what he usually sees.However, for some reason, the breath of the person on the poster made him feel strange, as if he was another person.

On the poster, there are confident gazes, long flying hair, and silhouettes under the moon.

He looked at it, and a voice suddenly flashed in his mind, and he said softly: "I heard Zhou Xiaoshi in the past, and now I am singing the child under the moon. Yuchen is always in hand, and the market of sheep and cars is empty. If anyone worries about the two heroes, the golden mink should let him go." Lennon."

That voice sounded like he was talking to himself. It wasn't until later, when Chen Xi recovered his memory, that he remembered that this was the poem he wrote for Han Zigao in his previous life.

However, Chen Xi didn't take it seriously at the time, because he often had such "fantasies", and he had become calmly accepted from doubts, guesses, and fears, so he didn't take it to heart.

This is another Han Zigao?Chen Xi thought to himself, he felt that he had never seen the person on the poster.

Suddenly, a desire emerged in his heart, an inexplicable desire.He wanted to know about that person, a man named "Han Zigao".The thoughts in his heart drove him into the store.

There are audio equipment in the store, you can stand, put on headphones, and listen to your favorite music.However, each earphone can only be used for 10 minutes.

He walked to the pop music area and found his target easily.

He put on the earphones and pressed the switch. He felt a little nervous, and his heart speeded up. It belonged to that person. What kind of music is it?I can't imagine anything in my mind.

At this time, the music floats, like flowing water, quietly flowing through the hearts of the listeners.The cool guitar sound, played one by one, brought a lonely color.

Accompanied by plain and magnetic lyrics.

I am the only one in the world, and you are the only one in the world.

And I can't choose like shopping for vegetables. There is only one tree in my heart. I want to pull it out, throw it away, and pull it away, but I can't.

And in your eyes, maybe I'm not even as good as a vegetable, I'm so humble, I just want to attract your attention.

I have nothing but that persistent, crazy longing.

Forget the time, forget the throbbing, only the instinct to chase.

Am I stupid?does it worth?However, the so-called emotion is not worth it.

Vaguely, under the sun, your smile is planted in my heart.

Even though loneliness is with me, loneliness takes me, loneliness embraces me.In this carnival world, I wander the streets alone.However, there were two people laughing and laughing in their hearts.

I have never held each other's hands, but I think I am your lover.

That care is beyond my cognition.The world is full of opportunities for us to meet, but why can't I always meet you?

Tired, powerless, and stagnant, I lost my freedom, living in the past.Occasionally, my heart is full of longing.Even if one day, just seeing you at a glance, I will be ecstatic and turn into a sigh.

The music in his ears gradually faded away, but Chen Xi's heart that was just about to move couldn't be calmed down.He didn't know why he was deeply touched in his heart, as if he had reached a resonance.

He rarely listens to music and doesn't know much about music.However, at least the so-called music is to convey the mood of the singer to everyone, right?In the lyrics, singing, and music, he feels the "bitterness" of waiting and chasing.He heard, in the long search, a kind of frustration and doubt, as well as the longing for a person who has been searching for a long time.I want to give up, I want to no longer be bound by this attachment, but I can't choose.

He suddenly felt a little moist in his eyes, and at some point, he stretched out his hand to touch them, and tears filled his face.Why this kind of sadness, he thought he had tried it before?Chen Xi didn't understand, didn't understand why he had such a "resonance", why did he think that the person he was looking for in the lyrics was himself?

He felt that he was too emotional, a little inexplicable.Put down the headphones in your hand, put them in their original position, and walk out of the store.

It's just that Chen Xi, who knew everything, had an extra CD in his hand when he left.

A few days later, Han Zigao's drama was finally able to wrap up and go home.Despite everyone's persuasion, he insisted on going home on the grounds that he was unwell.Because there is someone in the family who is more effective than cold medicine and can treat his "disease".

In the middle of the night, he saw from the glass window in the car that the man was holding an umbrella. In the hazy drizzle, with a slight chill, the raindrops fell from the sky and fell into the water, making him invisible.

As soon as the door was opened, an umbrella was placed over his head.Han Zigao glanced at that person, with a gentle smile on his lips, and the two walked into the house side by side.

"Why are you waiting for me at the door?" Han Zigao picked up the towel given to him by the servant and wiped his wet clothes and hair.

"I think you didn't bring an umbrella, so you stood at the door. Unexpectedly, you came back wet." Chen Xi smiled slightly, with a touch of concern.He reached for the towel in Han Zigao's hand and wiped it for him.

"I didn't bring an umbrella, so I got a little wet when I got in the car. Huh? No need, I'll do it myself." Han Zigao replied casually, he didn't care about the rain.You know, if he can come back earlier, he can see the person in front of him earlier, and he thinks it's worth it.However, when Chen Xi helped him wipe his hair, he was still very uncomfortable and resisted slightly.

"Aren't I the personal deacon you hired? It's my responsibility to serve the young master." Chen Xi raised her eyebrows and teased.However, although the corner of his mouth said so, he was very happy in his heart that he could do something for Han Zigao. After all, this person paid for his medical expenses and left him to work at home.He owed this person not only money, but also a debt of favor.

This debt is a figure that is difficult to repay.

"I..." Han Zigao was at a loss for words for a moment, not knowing how to refute.

Seeing him speechless, Chen Xi felt an inexplicable sense of success, and suddenly wanted to play a prank, and wanted to see more of his reactions.

The towel in his hand was meant to be slowly wiped along his hair.However, in the next second, it stirred randomly, turning the originally smooth long hair into a chicken coop.

Han Zigao was dumbfounded, he didn't expect that the other party would play tricks on him.Suddenly, he also wanted to scratch the other party in his heart, and stretched out two claws to scratch Chen Xi's itch.

"Wow...don't, it's so itchy." Chen Xi tried desperately to avoid it.The two of them were like children, chasing and laughing.

Steward He, who had been standing by the side, felt a little surprised, although he knew Chen Xi had a very special meaning to Han Zigao from a very early age.However, he didn't know that Han Zigao, his young master also had a side of smiling.From childhood to adulthood, his young master has always looked cold, keeping a distance from everyone.

However, now the heart wall, the wall that keeps anyone out of the door, has been torn apart because of Chen Xi, a young man.

After eating, Han Zigao chatted with Chen Xi for a few words, then ran back to the room to compose lyrics and music.Because the next drama is about to start filming, and the theme song is sung by him, which is a love song about the death of a lover.

He sat in front of the electronic piano, holding the guitar in his hand, pressing a few tones on the electronic piano for a while, and flicking the guitar a few times with his fingers, the crisp tone was low and low, high and low. .

Some pictures came to his mind, memories from a long time ago.

That was something he could never forget in his life, as if it just happened yesterday.

When the person in the previous life was dying of illness, he was lying on the bed, and he stretched out his withered hand and gently stroked his face.And he knelt beside the bed, carefully looking at the majestic and handsome person in front of him.now.No more pride.

However, this person is still the hero in his heart, the sky in his heart, and the earth in his heart.No one can replace it.

The candlelight in the room is weak, the moonlight outside the window is bright and clear, the breeze is blowing, the candlelight is shaking, and it is clearly going out.

The man stared at him with cloudy eyes, and said in a low voice: "Aman...promise me, after I pass away, don't follow me."

At that time, when he heard this request, it was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, and his mind went blank as if struck by lightning.Why does His Majesty make this request?Doesn't His Majesty know that the living have to endure more heart-piercing pain than the dead?Do you want him to spend the rest of his life in endless thoughts?How could he live alone?Even for a day, he couldn't accept it.Since the sixteenth year, he has belonged to this king, and His Majesty is also his only one.

If His Majesty is a candle, then he is a moth, willing to fly to the flame, willingly.

How did he survive alone?This is impossible.

As if he had seen through his mind, that person whispered with an almost pleading tone and eyes: "Promise me...to protect my country. This is what you can do for me."

As soon as these words came out, it was hard for him to disobey. This country was built by him and him, and it was bought with countless blood and years.Today, this person, wants to keep what they built together.What else can he do?What else?

He nodded with difficulty, tears ran down his cheeks quietly and fell on their clasped hands.

His tears have been shedding for this person, just as his blood has been shedding for this person.

However, that person is a cruel person, his love is like a double-edged knife, even if it is a weapon to protect him, it is also a sharp edge to stab him.

He always remembered that that person said to him at that time: "Aman... you have to swear. You swear that you will live, if you break the oath. After you arrive in the underworld... you can't meet me again."

How "poisonous" is this oath!He clearly knew what he was most afraid of, but he chose to threaten him with this.

He had to hold up his finger and swear to God.

"By God, I, Han Zigao, swear here today. After His Majesty passes away, I will never follow His Majesty. If I break my oath, I will never see Your Majesty again."

Those vows are still in my ears, as if they were engraved in my heart word by word with a knife. .

It was hard for Han Zigao to believe that the person who had been away from him for so long had held an umbrella for him, teased him, and had dinner with him just now, it was unbelievable.

He held the guitar in his hand, played the strings one by one, and one after another, the notes floated in his mind, turning the inspiration into specific syllables, pouring out a poignant and moving tune.