He is infinitely reborn in a loop

Wu Yuan has been silent for almost 2 hours.

In another ten minutes, the zero o'clock bell will strike, Cinderella will return to the pumpkin carriage, the little mermaid will return to the sea, and this cycle will return to the starting point.

To be honest, the moment he guessed that Wu Yu was also in the cycle, he was a little excited.It feels like the victim has been floating in the sea with driftwood for a long time, and finally saw another person who was also floating with driftwood.

It reminded him of that night last summer.

I can't remember when it was, probably summer vacation soon.

The air conditioner hummed pale cool air, and the cicadas sang natural music tirelessly outside the window.

Wu Yuan nestled on the lazy chair, typing on the keyboard with his slender fingers. He was catching up with an update with only a few hours left.

It was 3:[-] in the morning.

People, dogs, or wandering ghosts, street lamps, moths, or water droplets flowing into ditches, are all quietly sleeping.

Wu Yuan didn't like to be disturbed very much when he was creating, and all electronic devices would turn on the do not disturb mode, but that call came in for the first time.

Later, Wu Yuan found out that there was a setting—three calls in a row would ring.And he doesn't have a friend who can make 3 phone calls in a row, so he has no chance to know.

When the phone was picked up, Wu Yu on the opposite side was as excited as if he had won a 500 million lottery: "Me! I wrote a super perfect melody!"

Wu Yuan took the phone away from his ear and glanced at the screen——

Wu Yu.

It was Wu Yu that was right.

But how does it sound like a booze lunatic?

He put the mobile phone to his ear again, only to hear the sound of a piano.

Wu Yu said excitedly, "I'll play it for you!"

It was the first time Wu Yuan heard that melody.

At first, there was a deep sound of the piano, and it felt like I had become a tiny seed, buried deep in the soil.

The black mud wrapped the body, so thick that it was suffocating.

The sound of the qin suddenly changed, and the crisp major tune was woven into a small kettle, and Wu Yu's singing voice joined in, like clear water flowing into the kettle.

The pair of hands playing the piano tilted the kettle at an angle, tick-tock-tick--

Clear water falls into the earth.

The seed was struggling to absorb nutrients, as if it had gained strength.

It pushes away the surrounding soil, and countless branches from the bottom of the heart stretch out, stretching in Wu Yu's singing.

There is a kind of power in Wu Yu's singing, which makes people see the appearance of life.

After finishing playing the song, the person on the other end of the phone seemed to be smiling, and asked, "How is it? Living to die is very suitable for the theme song."

Wu Yuan hadn't woken up from the lingering sound of resonance, out of intuition, he asked blankly: "You...have you read my script?"

Otherwise, how could it be that every sound seemed to hit his heart?

"Just finished watching, and I have this melody in my mind." Wu Yu's hoarse voice was close to his ear, which was different from when he sang deeply, but it was still so ambiguous that people were caught off guard.

Wu Yuan quickly moved the receiver away, the voice on the other side was blurred, only the last few words could be heard, probably something like "Write it down for you to listen to".

He picked up the water glass and drank half of it, but the melody was still lingering in his ears.

Very well written.

For a moment, he felt that Wu Yu understood him.

Wu Yuan's hand rested lightly on the keyboard, but the words on the screen turned into small fish, swimming in the boundless ocean of white paper, just not wanting to be caught by him.

"Ouch—" a strange sound came from the other end of the phone.

Wu Yuan asked: "What's wrong with you? Did you drink too much?"

Wu Yu: "... a little uncomfortable."

Wu Yuan: "How uncomfortable? Is there anyone else in your family? Go to the hospital quickly?"

There was no answer on the phone.

At 3 o'clock in the morning, a male star drinks too much at home, what will happen?

Wu Yuan was originally cold-tempered and didn't like to meddle in other people's business, but that night, he drove to Wu Yu's house in a strange way.

In order to plan Wu Yu's itinerary, many meetings about movie theme songs were held at Wu Yu's house, so Wu Yuan and the security guard of Wu Yu's house were half acquainted.

He called Wu Yu all the way, but he didn't get through.

It's normal for adults to drink too much. However, for a while, Wu Yuan often relied on drinking to stimulate the brain and find inspiration.

But alcohol is not a good thing, Wu Yuan's only worry is that Wu Yu drank too much and got drunk to the point of alcohol poisoning.

When they arrived at the door of Wu Yu's house, Wu Yuan discovered that this man didn't even close the door!

Fortunately, they are all single-family villas, and no one visits them in the middle of the night.

After he entered, he closed the door with his hands behind his back. The light in the living room was on, but there was no one there.

Wu Yuan tentatively called, "Wu Yu?"

The room was dead silent.

The living room is very clean, not even a express box.This is completely like a model house, and it is simple and elegant, which makes people feel the gloomy atmosphere in the summer night, and there is almost no trace of living people living there.

Wu Yuan used to come to meetings in the living room on the first floor, and the rest of the place has not been unlocked.

But he was not afraid, and went straight upstairs.

Finally he found Wu Yu in the sunshine room on the third floor. Wu Yu was lying next to the piano with his mobile phone on the piano—it was strange that he had to answer the phone, and the drunk star didn't know if the phone rang. Where is the phone.

Wu Yuan kicked away Wu Yuzhou's wine bottle, there was a crash of glass, I don't know how much this man drank!

He squatted down, passed his arm behind Wu Yu's neck, and helped him sit up.

Wu Yu closed his eyes and murmured in discomfort.

Wu Yuan patted the other person's face, startled by the hot touch.He asked with concern: "Wu Yu? Are you okay?"

Little did he know that his cheeks were red and hot, which was actually a normal phenomenon after drinking.

Wu Yu seemed to feel someone calling him, and as soon as he opened his mouth, the strong smell of alcohol wafted out.

"Hiss, how much did you drink?!" Wu Yuan covered his nose with his other hand.

Wu Yu smiled and said, "Who are you? Did you come to play with me?"

"Am I crazy? I'll play with you in the middle of the night." Wu Yuan rolled his eyes speechlessly: "Get up!" With a little effort, he helped Wu Yu up.

Wu Yu yelled, "Headache! I don't want to move!"

"Love can't move!" Wu Yuan said so, but still dragged Wu Yu to the bedroom next door.

Wu Yu rolled onto the bed like a puddle of mud, and closed his eyes tightly.

"It's good that I didn't drink myself to death." Wu Yuan panted with his hands on his hips.He was usually a two-dimensional otaku, he didn't bask in the sun and didn't exercise, he was so tired after walking for two steps with Wu Yu who was much heavier than himself.

Wu Yuan went to the bathroom to wash his face, then picked up the towel beside him and moistened it.

He walked back to the bedroom and gently wiped Wu Yu's face.At that time, Wu Yu's hair was still very short, with no bangs on his forehead, almost cropped.

That appearance made his brows and eyes sharp, even with his eyes closed, he looked like a sleeping cheetah.

The cold towel seemed to have woken Wu Yu up. He slowly opened his eyes, and his consciousness was clear for a moment: "...Wu Yuan? What are you doing, are you at my house?"

Wu Yuan looked helpless: "Do you still remember that you called me and said that you want to listen to the song you just wrote?"

"I don't remember." Wu Yu closed his eyes again.

Wu Yuan: "..."

He stuffed the towel into Wu Yu's neckline and froze him for a while, then quickly jumped three steps away, appreciating Wu Yu's clamor with satisfaction.

Seeing that Wu Yu was fine, Wu Yuan wanted to go straight home, but turned a corner and walked towards the sun room.Many times later, he couldn't figure out why he did that, maybe it was intuition, maybe it was destiny.

At that time, he wanted to take a look at the score before leaving.

There is a white grand piano in the sun room, surrounded by countless wine bottles and countless papers.

Wu Yuan picked up the score on the piano that was pressed by the mobile phone, and the beating notes jumped onto the paper, performing the dance of life for him again.

Like spring after the snow has gradually melted.

"Do you like this song?" Wu Yu suddenly appeared behind him.

Wu Yuan was startled and turned around.The distance between them was very close, and the moonlight shone through the glass into his eyes, flooding with inexplicable emotions.

"Everyone thinks that your story is full of the evil of human nature." Wu Yu went around to his side and picked up his mobile phone, "But I think that in your story, death is like a new life."

Wu Yuan could hear the beating of his own heart, maybe it was too quiet to be so abrupt.

As Wu Yu said, most people commented on Wu Yuan's script in this way.Not only that, but many people said that what Wu Yuan wrote was very bloody, violent, terrifying and thrilling.

Wu Yuan laughed off such comments.

Now that he suddenly heard Wu Yu's different evaluation, Wu Yuan was a little at a loss, not to mention that this evaluation accurately hit his heart.

It was like playing a game where you draw and guess. Wu Yuan only made one movement, and Wu Yu guessed the words.

This is a pleasing tacit understanding.

Wu Yuan's soothing eyebrows and eyes slightly curved, as if he was smiling.But he couldn't bear to break the silence that was only the sound of breathing.

So he said in a low voice, "People are afraid of death."

Wu Yu shook his head: "What people are afraid of is not death, but the pain and the unknown that death brings. Death - means that you will lose everything, and the glory, money, and lover you once had no longer belong to you."

He spoke calmly, and the night also rendered calmly.

Wu Yuan couldn't move his eyes away - he looked at Wu Yu and kept looking.Seeing Wu Yu talking about the heaviest death in a calm manner, Wu Yu seemed to have light in his calm eyes.

"What people are afraid of is the additional product of death, not death itself." Wu Yu was also looking at him, his deep eyes seemed to look into Wu Yuan's eyes, and drowned them with that pool of deep tears.

Wu Yuan said: "The cold comes and the summer goes, harvested in autumn and stored in winter. Flowers wither and bloom, death will also bring new life, nature is like this." ①

"That's what this song is about. What do you think?" Wu Yu's tone rose slightly, as if a child had won a little red flower and was waiting for his parents to praise him.

Wu Yuan said sincerely, "Very good."

On that summer night, Wu Yuan felt that he had met a confidant.

In ancient times, Boya met his bosom friend in the mountains and rivers. Although he never believed that anyone in the world would really understand him, he felt it was worthwhile to be understood at a certain moment and at a certain point.

But, is Wu Yu in the cycle still the one who makes him feel worthy?

Wu Yuan lowered his head sullenly, rubbed his hair vigorously, and then put his hands on the back of his neck that was exposed due to the movement - it looked like a depressed person was venting his emotions, and fell asleep heavily after venting up.

He originally wanted to protect Wu Yu in the cycle, but does the other party really need his protection?

Wu Yuan sighed with a muffled voice, then raised his head and looked at the lamp above his head.This lamp is too dim, like a dilapidated dilapidated lamp, waiting to be replaced by a new one after a glorious death.

Maybe he shouldn't worry so much.

Is it a good thing to be stuck in a loop?What he has to do is to try his best to escape from the cycle, and he should go all out regardless of whether there is a recognition line around him or not.

But, did Wu Yu unlock the phone at that time?

Wu Yuan's eyes lost focus for a moment, and he fell into memory again, trying to find out the clues of the code.

The author has something to say:

Wu Yu: Why don't I close the door, don't you know?

Wu Yuan: Should I know? ? (shock)