[Drama Version of Sand Sea] Mountains and Seas

Chapter 55

This time, Li Cu slept for a long time before waking up, and he was lying alone in the damp and dark ward with no one around him as usual.

The small dagger was taken away by Su Wan, fearing that he would be overwhelmed and then harm himself.

Li Cu was lying on the bed, even if he wasn't tied up now, he wouldn't run around and scream.

Day after day, month after month, it rains and snows, time seems to pass quickly and slowly.Lying there quietly, Li Cu became the most cooperative patient in the entire mental hospital, giving him whatever to eat, and occasionally the nurse forgot to bring him food without asking, just obediently starving there.

Later, without knowing what the doctor said to Su Wan, Su Wan actually discharged him from the hospital.

"Yali, don't be afraid, I'll take you home."

Li Cu's eyelids moved, and after two or three years like walking dead, he finally nodded with tears.

Sometimes the truth is false, and sometimes the truth is true.

It is true that he loves Wu Xie, but it is false that the mountains and seas have leveled off.

Those intimacy and ambiguity, those ups and downs in the sand sea are just his own dream.

After waking up from the dream, everything in the dream is an illusion.

……

Su Wan bought a house in a secluded suburb. From the window of Li Cu's room, he could see a red maple forest on the opposite mountain.

When the leaves were about to fall off, the first snow fell, and the white color eroded the bright red sea of ​​fire little by little.

"there is none left……"

The maple leaf forest is very similar to the Populus euphratica forest in the desert. After being covered with snow, Li Cuo no longer sat by the window.

When the Chinese New Year was approaching, Su Wan said that someone was coming to see him.

Li Cu didn't know if he heard it, but nodded silently, sitting in front of the drawing board and drawing a clump of desert chrysanthemums.Since it snowed, he has started to paint, sometimes painting dead branches, sometimes painting Populus euphratica, desert chrysanthemum is the latest to learn painting.Seeing him painting so calmly, Su Wan was quite happy, thinking that he should be getting better gradually.

Li Cu thought that the person who came to see him was Yang Hao, but he didn't expect that it was Wu Xie.

After not seeing him for many years, he huddled in a corner of the sofa with some trepidation, not daring to sit too close to him, and forced himself not to keep staring at him, lest he still think he was mentally ill.

"Li Cu, you've lost weight."

Wu Xie still had a cigarette in his mouth, looked at Li Cu a few times and said lightly.

Smelling the familiar smell of tobacco, Li Cu's eyes were sore and astringent, and he was about to shed tears immediately. He grabbed his palms desperately, restrained himself with all his might, and shook his head slightly: "I'm fine, I'm fine." good."

"..."

Wu Xie seemed a little embarrassed, and after saying a word, he fell silent. After a while, he smiled and said, "Let's take care of you, kid. When you get better, you can go to Wushanju to find me. Wangmeng's store is too busy. Come on, my little brother Fatty and I are often away from home, you can..."

"no need."

Li Cu interrupted him, and suddenly hoped that Wu Xie would leave quickly, otherwise he really didn't know if he could control his emotions if he continued talking.

Wu Xie saw his uneasiness and said, "Your father..."

"It's okay, no need."

Still interrupting him before he finished speaking, Li Cu stood up, and his breathing became not quite right.

Seeing this situation, Wu Xie sighed silently, stood up and planned to leave.

"Wu Xie..."

Li Cu couldn't help calling him to stop.

Wu Xie put out the cigarette in the ashtray, heard the sound, raised his head, and looked at the skinny young man with a sickly complexion with doubts on his face. The other party looked entangled and disturbed, and after a long time, he murmured: "I can Can't... can I hug you?" After speaking, afraid that he would disagree, he quickly added, "It's just a hug, nothing else, don't worry, I'm not a pervert, I'm not crazy."

"..." Wu Xie was stunned, and finally smiled unnaturally, "It's normal to have different sexual orientations, I don't think you are a pervert. Come, come here, Uncle Wu will give you a big hug!"

Li Cu finally laughed, this was probably the only time he laughed from the bottom of his heart in the past few years.He walked slowly in front of his beloved, put his arms around his waist, leaned his head on his shoulder, and the tears that had endured for a long time slipped from the corners of his eyes and disappeared into Wu Xie's collar.

Wu Xie patted him on the shoulder: "Li Cu, stop thinking about it, live well and recover from illness, you know?"

"...Okay, I'll listen to you."

——Li Cu, you must listen to me, you understand?

Well, he must obey his words and live a good life.

"Let's go, just call me if you really want to, and I'll give you the new mobile phone number."

Wu Xie let go of Li Cu, touched the phone and came out.

"No need." Li Cu held his hand, bent his eyes and smiled at him, as innocent and carefree as ever, "If I miss you, I'll write you a letter."

"..." The affection in Li Cu's eyes was too deep for Wu Xie to bear. After thinking for a while, he nodded, then pulled out his hand, turned and walked out.

When I walked to the door, I suddenly heard the young man say from behind: "Wu Xie, I will wait for you for ten years. If you still don't want to like me after ten years, then I will like someone else."

"..."

Wu Xie didn't know what to say, so he finally waved his hand and left without looking back.

……

On the second day after Wu Xie left, Li Cu said that he wanted to go on a trip to collect pictures and paint pictures. Su Wan had no doubts and sent someone to accompany him, but the person he sent lost on the way.

Su Wan, Yang Hao, Wu Shanju, and even the remaining Nine Gates Association joined the search queue, but no matter how hard they searched, there was no news of Li Cu.

No one knew where Li Cuo had gone.

In fact, Li Cu didn't go anywhere, he returned to Su Rige's inn, in this inn, Wu Xie only believed in him, and they experienced the best years together.

Li Cu's health was not very good, but he still spent a few days cleaning the entire inn, and then began to live alone.

There are deserts, Populus euphratica, desert chrysanthemums, Haizi and dead branches here, so he doesn't need to draw any more.

Li Cu began to write letters, sometimes one a day, sometimes several a day, the content of the letter was very simple, but only a few sentences.

Wu Xie, the wind is blowing in the desert, can the wind bring my miss for you to your side?

Wu Xie, I planted some desert chrysanthemums. I hope that one day when you come back here, you can see a sea of ​​flowers. Would you like it?

Wu Xie, I had a nosebleed again while feeding the camels today, and I fainted on the ground for a long time before I recovered. Don't worry, I will live well, and I will definitely listen to you.

Wu Xie, it doesn't snow in the desert yet, it's winter now, is it snowing over there?

Wu Xie, I'm so stupid, I don't even know how to cook, I'm so hungry, I want to eat your stinky tofu.

Wu Xie, I want to go to Gutongjing again, but I've only climbed two sand dunes and I'm exhausted, and my nose bleeds again, forget it, in order to live well, I won't go.

Wu Xie, I miss you.

Wu Xie, I miss you so much.

Wu Xie, what should I do, I really miss you.

Wu Xie...

Wu Xie...

Wu Xie...

In the fourth year, the desert chrysanthemums that Li Cu had planted by Haizi finally bloomed into a sea of ​​flowers, and those letters that had not been mailed were also wrapped around the whole tree together with the red cloth strips.

Standing under the tree and looking into the distance, Li Cuo still remembered that Che Galiba said that those who die in the desert will never get out.

He changed his mind, if ten years later he was doomed to return to dust, then he would rather Wu Xie not attend the appointment.

Li Cuo wrote the last letter to Wu Xie. Instead of hanging this letter on a tree, he stuck it on his chest, the place closest to his heart.

[Wu Xie, this year is the fourth year of the ten-year agreement. I promise you that if you still don't want to like me after ten years, I will like someone else.Now, I can't go to the ten-year appointment, which is good, I can wait forever. ]

The wind is blowing, and the golden desert chrysanthemums are swaying in the wind, and there are circles of ripples in Haizi.

A piece of red silk was blown down from the tree, covering the young man's peacefully closed eyes tenderly and affectionately. He was wearing a red robe and leaning against the tree trunk.

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