fifth year

"Mr. Le, my condolences." The doctor's tone was calm, they were used to life and death.

Wu Zhe suddenly turned pale.

Yiqing... Yiqing died?How can it be?How can it be? !There must be a mistake!There must be a mistake, right? !

But who is the person lying on the white hospital bed, whose face is almost integrated with the white cloth, but Yiqing?

When Mingming, Mingming went out in the morning, Lin Yiqing was still smiling slightly, and gave him a good morning kiss under his stalking.

Today is the eighth anniversary of Zhao Shihao's death. Lin Yiqing asked He Yin for leave early, and he was left behind by He Yin because he had to attend an important event.

He felt very guilty, because it was the only time in eight years that he could not accompany Lin Yiqing to see his mother.

Lin Yiqing smiled and said, "It's okay, it's the same if you accompany me next time, and mom will understand."

Then he asked for a good-morning kiss and went out.Before leaving, Lin Yiqing smiled at him and told him to be careful on the road.

Why did you suddenly, suddenly receive a call saying that Yiqing died in a car accident?

Who is playing him?Are you kidding him?Made up pranks?Or, in order to achieve a realistic effect, the director did not notify him in advance, and specially arranged the scene?Yes, it must be like this. He and Lin Yiqing have both transformed in the past few years. Besides singing, they still participate in the shooting of some movies. Recently, it seems that a movie has been scheduled to start shooting.

The disgusting director actually played him like this.

Wu Zhe calmed down, showing a happy smile, walked into Lin Yiqing who was still sleeping, and patted his cheek: "Hey, Yiqing, wake up! Do you want to play with the director too?"

The temperature of the skin is cold, no matter how Wu Zhe yells, Lin Yiqing still maintains a quiet sleeping face, damn good-looking, but Wu Zhe only hopes that he can open his eyes.

Finally accepted the fact that he was dead, Wu Zhe lay on him, crying sadly, as if he had lost the whole world.

There is no one who has good-looking eyebrows and eyes and calls him "Azhe" with a chuckle;

There is no one who is so poor at cooking that he can only make cold dishes, but is complacent about his knife skills for cutting sashimi;

There is no one who is still reading the book quietly, with peaceful and gentle eyes, while he is playing the noisy TV program;

No one will let him rest his legs on his pillow, without any complaints;

There is no one who tolerates his willfulness, his domineering, his childishness, and all his shortcomings...

This person disappeared from his life forever.

When I got home, it was no longer a warm atmosphere. Even though the temperature of the air conditioner was set to a high level, I always felt that the room was cold.

Lin Yiqing's traces were everywhere in the empty room.

Lin Yiqing was sitting cross-legged on the sofa reading a book, Lin Yiqing was cutting fruit in the kitchen, Lin Yiqing was picking out a tie for him in front of the closet, Lin Yiqing was drying clothes on the balcony, Lin Yiqing was leaning on the bedside and smiling at him... It was so true, But once Wu Zhe stretched out his hand, those beautiful scenes all disappeared.

He is dead... Wu Zhe can only tell himself that.

At night, I couldn't sleep, the empty big bed, no matter how many quilts were added, it was still as cold as frost.

His arms were always empty, he couldn't hold that person, he couldn't feel his warmth... Wu Zhe burst into tears again, his depressed emotions were on the verge of collapse.

Yiqing, Yiqing, where are you?Yiqing, come back soon!

……

"Azhe, Azhe, wake up," Lin Yiqing patted Wu Zhe's face, "Did you have a nightmare?" He kept yelling something in a daze, and even tears came out of the corners of his eyes.

"Yiqing!" Wu Zhe was startled suddenly, and finally woke up, looking at Lin Yiqing with a gaze that seemed to have passed through the thickness of a thousand years.

The next moment, he pressed Lin Yiqing tightly into his arms, and stretched out his hand to place his heart.

"What's the matter?" Lin Yiqing asked with difficulty, being pressed so hard to breathe.

"Don't ask." The scene in the dream was so real, Wu Zhe still had lingering fears in his heart, but when he heard Lin Yiqing's heart beating powerfully, the anxiety in his heart finally calmed down.

It seemed like a nightmare...Lin Yiqing slightly adjusted his body so that he would not be so strenuous, then hugged Wu Zhe, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, it's all a dream, it's fake."

Yes, it's fake.Lin Yiqing's death was fake.

The warmth you feel right now is real.

Wu Zhe buried his head in Lin Yiqing's shoulder, his voice choked with sobs: "Yiqing, you must never leave me! Never leave me!"

"Well, never."

forever.