dislocation

Days of rain dissipated, the sun pierced through the mist, and finally spread towards Dongling Mountain.Plants enjoy the nourishment of the sun, stretch their young leaves, and the whole mountain is full of green business.The clouds were torn into different shapes by the wind and floated in the blue sky.

It's the weather Xiaoshu likes, Jiang Wenxu thought.He stretched out his hand to catch the sunlight, still holding the urn in his arms.

Finally, one day in March, on this day blowing south, Jiang Wenxu raised the ashes of Zhishu He.The ashes slipped from Jiang Wenxu's fingers, and his little book just like this, was blown away by the wind.

All the way to the south.

"If you went back to five years ago, what would you do?" Zhang Jingwen asked Jiang Wenxu this question when he was going down the mountain.

Jiang Wenxu stopped, looking at the direction where He Zhishu was drifting away, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and he smiled.

Goodbye, little book.Be sure to see you again.

Jiang Wenxu has been dreaming of Jiang Wenxu in his youth recently. He doesn't know whether he is insane or something really happened.

"Five years ago... If you can really go back to the past, let's go back to an earlier time..."

Back when I was young, back when I was studying, back when everything was still too late.

then.

Then, kill yourself.as he did.

Jiang Wenxu died.

Jiang Wenxu's mother said that Jiang Wenxu was dead.

He Zhishu lay on the bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.It was still difficult for him to accept the news, even difficult to understand.Why?Why did Jiang Wenxu think of committing suicide?

——I remember very clearly that it was very cold that day. When we broke open the door, Wen Xu had already left, and his whole body was cold.

——He left a note, he said he had thought about it for a long time, and told me not to blame anyone.He wants me to be happy, and he wants that person to be too.

——Find a day when the north wind blows and raise his ashes.These are the last words he left.

——The ring was found in Wen Xu's hand, mixed with blood, I think he wanted to give it to you, Zhishu He.

ring!

He Zhishu ran out of bed and took out the ring from his trouser pocket. He looked at it carefully. The ring was basically of no style, it was the most common kind of silver pigment ring with frosted surface.He Zhishu turned on the light, turned the ring, the light passed through the ring, and the patterns on the inside became clearer.Those are not patterns, but engraved characters. Maybe they are too old, and they are so worn that they are hard to read.

HZS, Zhishu He.That moment was the abbreviation of He Zhishu's name.

He Zhishu leaned against the wall and fell to the ground, he couldn't figure it out, he felt that he had missed too much by accident.Is that the ring Jiang Wenxu gave him?Why did Jiang Wenxu give himself a ring?What is the reason for Jiang Wenxu's suicide?He Zhishu looked at the ring in his hand, the time passed bit by bit, and he seemed to hear Jiang Wenxu's voice in a drowsy state, intermittently, more like mourning.

The ring is like a bridge, spanning a long time, and the person who walked slowly on the bridge is the person who passed away.

little book.

I had a dream.

I dreamed that the two of us were together, and we had been together for 15 years.

I was not sensible at the time, and took you away from your hometown and the family who loved you.You haven't had a good day since the day you eloped with me.I saw the two of us huddled together on a small bed in the basement. There was no heating in winter, and it was cold and humid.I saw the two of us eating a bowl of wonton on the side of the road. Our life was difficult and the road was rough.I saw the two of us hugging in the quarantine area, the me who almost lost you, crying like a child.Little book... We have spent the most difficult days together, but I lost you in the stable time... I have changed, I locked you in a cold room, and did not let you go out to show your strength The ambition, glowing and glowing.I go out to socialize every day, and you are always begging for perfection like that, and I...I even betrayed you and lied to you in different ways.Later, it got worse, you were so afraid of the cold, but I locked you out... I beat you, I scolded you...

Xiaoshu, that dream was terrible, really terrible.So many times, so many times... I saw myself hurting you, my heart ached so badly, I wanted to run over to hug you, I wanted to rush over and kill myself.But, I can't do it, I can't help it... I'm just a bystander, I can only watch, I can't do anything...

Then one day, I finally hugged you.But... you are sick, you are sick... the wishing bottle on the bookshelf is full of medicine... and later, you are very sick, and you will slip away from me countless times. Frightened, afraid that you will be tortured by illness, afraid that I will not be able to keep you.But, you still left... I'm sorry, brother Jiang is useless...

But don't be afraid, I will always be with you and won't let you get cold anymore.

Xiaoshu, maybe you will meet that bad me in the future, if, I mean if... If you haven't met the right person at that time, you can think about Jiang Wenxu, I'm sure he will treat you very well OKWhen you meet Jiang Wenxu again in the future, you must not forgive him easily, you must let him suffer, but...but you have to be with him, he loves you very much...he loves you very much...

Jiang Wenxu's voice disappeared.

Something passed under his eyes, it was cool, He Zhishu touched it with his hand and found that he was crying.Obviously it is absolutely impossible, but He Zhishu felt as if he had experienced all this, and that period of struggling seemed to be just yesterday.He thought of Jiang Wenxu's later alienation and indifference, and all the unreasonableness seemed to be explained at this moment, and He Zhishu was helpless and distressed.

"……fool."

In the early morning of January 2001, 1.Counting from the day he left Zhishu He on January 20, Jiang Wenxu also suffered for a long 1 days. 1 days, and later the longest time he was away from home was 19 days.He finally couldn't hold it anymore, he was afraid that the tragedy would happen again, he was afraid that He Zhishu would be left alone, all the fear and panic broke out in that dream.

That night Jiang Wenxu had a dream. He dreamed that He Zhishu, who was sick, still couldn't get over it and left. Jiang Wenxu was awakened.When he woke up, it was raining outside, and the raindrops made a dull sound on the shed. The dense sound came from all directions, making him breathless.

——Rainy day... I used to like it, but then I don't like it anymore.You didn't call me that day, I thought you were coming back, it was raining outside, I boiled ginger soup for you...but I waited for a long time...the soup was almost dry, and you didn't come back...it rained in the middle of the night It's getting bigger and bigger, I stared at the bowl of ginger soup, and there was the sound of dripping rain outside, it was too difficult... Brother Jiang, why didn't you bother to call me...I know you are annoying me, you despise me yeah...you just don't say...

Jiang Wenxu, let him go.

Jiang Wenxu, go and accompany him.

The blade cut through a blood vessel, and finally, he was free.

Xiaoshu, I won't hurt you anymore, I want to protect you.

"Xiaoshu, I had a dream..."

Jiang Wenxu lay on his side on the pillow, looking at the ring in his hand through the pale moonlight.He remembered that when he picked up the ring that day, the ring was still stained with blood, the blood had dried up, it was He Zhishu's blood.He ran to the bathroom in a panic, and washed it many times with the tap on, and the ring looked clean again.But, is that lingering bloody smell from his wrist or from the ring?

He Zhishu returned to Hangzhou after a year, and his life was still the same as usual, repeating day by day.But there are also some differences. In the dead of night, He Zhishu would always cry or laugh inexplicably, leaving his heart empty.If the ring was not still there, He Zhishu really thought that night was just a dream he had.Somewhere, there seemed to be an invisible thread pulling him, leading him to find the answer.

And where is the other person at the end of the line?

It was exactly six o'clock when Jiang Wenxu arrived home.On work days, no matter how busy he is, Jiang Wenxu will go home before 06:30, because his little book allows him to come back earlier, but Jiang Wenxu does not go to the company most of the time.Jiang Wenxu turned on the light, still holding the vegetables bought in the supermarket.

"Xiaoshu, I'm back." Jiang Wenxu put the key in the basket on the cabinet, and greeted He Zhishu, but no one answered him, but Jiang Wenxu didn't care at all.

Jiang Wenxu opened the plastic bag, which contained a live fish weighing one catty.Jiang Wenxu soaked the fish in water, then changed into home clothes and put on an apron.

"Look, Brother Jiang is making you squirrel mandarin fish today. I ate it in the newly opened hotel when I returned to Hangzhou last week. You will definitely like it. It took me a long time to learn it, and you must learn it faster than me... "Jiang Wenxu skillfully handled the fish in his hand, never stopped talking, and told He Zhishu some interesting things that happened in Hangzhou recently.

Today is December 2015, 12, the 23th day since Xiaoshu left home.

Jiang Wenxu memorized it carefully in his notebook.

Just like every day after He Zhishu left, Jiang Wenxu ate alone, washed dishes alone, walked the cat alone, watched movies alone...everything was done by himself. He couldn't sleep the whole night, he missed He Zhishu so much, and sometimes he had a complete idea, but he was afraid that He Zhishu would blame him.

Jiang Wenxu didn't dare to go back to his home in Hangzhou. He didn't want to recall how He Zhishu disappeared in his arms.For a while, Hangzhou was extremely hot, and Jiang Wenxu was worried about Jasmine in the yard, so he finally went back.The jasmine in the yard has reached the end of season, very similar to that year. Jiang Wenxu stood among the jasmine bushes all afternoon.

"Brother Jiang, in fact, I have always been with you."

He heard it.

That day when they left home to go to the hospital, Zhishu He whispered to Jasmine.

From that day on, Jiang Wenxu felt that life was not so difficult. His little book was always with him, and that was enough.He started taking each day seriously.When it rained, he watched movies with He Zhishu; when it snowed for the first time, he made dumplings for He Zhishu; when it was sunny, he hugged He Zhishu to bask in the sun...

He didn't stop looking for He Zhishu, Jiang Wenxu promised He Zhishu to find him.Even if the journey is far away, even if the hope is slim, as long as He Zhishu——

He will find it.

Because Zhishu He also promised Jiang Wenxu that he would definitely go home.

At the end of life, the memory leaves the body, and along with the ashes, one goes south and the other goes north, spanning 15 long years, and melts into the body of the widow at a certain time, and then they will meet again.

——End of text——

The author has something to say:

Well, end Liao, spread flowers!

Extra predictions: "Meet Again, Four Chapters", "Little Book, Take Me Home Quickly", "Time to Be Mortgaged"

Xiao Jiang really likes to write small compositions (whisper bb

All right.

Let’s talk about the doubts of the cuties, why the 31-year-old He Zhishu still left and whether the young Jiang Wenxu’s death was too sudden.

1. In the author's original text, Ai Ziyu, as a doctor, cannot save He Zhishu, so Xiaoshu's departure is inevitable.But by Jiang Wenxu's side, Xiaoshu can indeed live for a longer period of time, because the person he loves is by his side and also loves himself, he is in a happy mood and has a strong desire to survive.

2. What about bone marrow transplantation?Although I thought about He Zhishu's ending at this stage from the beginning, I still checked out the bone marrow transplantation, which was really too difficult.The various stages of preparation, transplantation, and rehabilitation are not only difficult but also hopeless. Even if it is completely cured, the future life and longevity will be affected.Therefore, I want to give He Zhishu a healthy body, and I want to give Jiang Wenxu a disease-free He Zhishu, because... I like them!

3. Regarding the death of Jiang Wenxu.Not suddenly, he loves He Zhishu so much.At that time, his mother also had a home. He was worthy of Zhishu He, but he was really sorry for his mother.

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