Yesterday is not today

23

【Do you want to go for treatment? ] Yan Chengli typed out the words with the voice assistant of the mobile phone, and the machine read out what he wanted to ask in a smooth voice.

"Let's not go, it's useless, isn't it?" Gu Jiu nestled comfortably under the quilt.

[Why didn't you go before? 】

"Before...." Ajiu thought for a while: "It was useless before, my blood type was too scarce."

[Maybe there is hope? ] Yan Chengli asked stubbornly.

"Forget it," Ajiu said with a smile, "Hope is dangerous for someone like me."

Yan Chengli wanted to say something else, but Ajiu had already shrunk into the quilt wearily.

He could only watch him fall asleep quietly, and wait for him to wake up.

His time was so precious that he didn't want to lose sight of his face for a moment.

Although it was daytime, Ajiu didn't have the energy to go to the square to feed the pigeons.

They made a pact, another pact.

Until his death, Yan Chengli came to take care of him, and Ah Jiu's property belonged to Yan Chengli.

Now, his name is not Yan Chengli, he told Ah Jiu that his name is LEE.

When night came, Ah Jiu started to vomit again.

Just like Xiao Yuan back then, he seemed to want to spit out all his vitality from his stomach.

But he was so flustered, he lost his sanity to what he could do for Xiao Yuan, he didn't know what to do?

He hugged him, he could only hug him, watching him vomit blood in his arms, but he was helpless.

He didn't know how to comfort him, how to make him less painful.

He was so anxious that he shed tears, but it was of no use.

He can only watch him wither day by day, wither day by day, and approach the end of death day by day.

The train that belonged to him was about to arrive at the end, but he could only watch helplessly, helpless.

"Thank you." Ajiu leaned weakly in his arms, like a helpless child: "I'm sorry, I just pinched you, I will pay attention next time."

Yan Chengli shook his head, but realized that he couldn't see it, and his heart tightened for a moment, making him feel helpless.

He started to have a high fever, which lasted for several days.

When blurred, he started talking nonsense.

Dad, Mom shouted.

Xiaoyuan, Xiaoyuan called.

And Brother Yan......

He never said nonsense begging for mercy, nor did he say painful words, he only said happy words...

He said, Dad, I want to eat toffee...

He said, Mom, I also want to go to the amusement park...

He said, haha, Xiao Yuan, you have a cold again, now your ice cream is mine...

He also said, Brother Yan, why are you here again?

His sleep talk only stopped before the age of seven, and stopped abruptly at his happiest place.

The pain, displacement, turbulence, and despair that followed... He drove them out of his own world without mentioning them all.

He is so strong.

Of course, Yan Chengli was also included.

In his short 18 years, only brother Yan would appear in his dreams, not Yan Chengli.

Isn't this what it should be?

Yan Chengli laughed at himself: Did I ever give him happiness?

In fact, yes, we have had those happy memories, and they are not fake, Ajiu.

Ajiu's spirit was surprisingly good today, he got up early and bought soy milk and fried dough sticks.

Yan Chengli was still sleeping.

He was awakened by the scent, and when he woke up, his lover was already sitting at the dining table waiting for him.

Ah... what a familiar yet unfamiliar picture, so familiar that he wanted to cry, and so strange that he was in a dream.

But he had already shed tears.

Ah Jiu said: "LEE, come to eat, I got up early today, and I heard you were still snoring, so I went to buy breakfast."

So, they sat facing each other, drank hot soybean milk and ate crispy fried dough sticks.

So happy, really, if the end of the world is allowed to come at this moment, Yan Chengli is willing to use everything in exchange for the next life, the next life, and eternal life.

He pestered LEE to feed those white pigeons.

So LEE put a thick coat on him and wrapped him like a ball.

"It must be ugly," Ah Jiu complained, "You wrapped me like a ball, look, I can't even open my arms." He really opened his arms.

[It's getting colder, it's going to be cold] Yan Chengli said.

They fed the pigeons all afternoon until dark.

Ah Jiu put on his favorite pajamas, lay on the bed, and said to Yan Chengli: "I may have to leave, but I don't have any dreams, I have a younger brother."

"If possible, I hope to be one with him in the mother's womb. In this way, there will be no more incompleteness, and the person I love will no longer be in trouble."

Yan Chengli wrote the word "Love" on his palm.

"Love?" Ajiu smiled.

"Love is such a luxury, how can someone like me have it? I used to think that I could have it, but later I realized that I didn't deserve it. I finally thought that I had grasped a little bit, but unfortunately it was just false love."

No, no!

It's not fake, it's real, I really love you.

I love you, I really love you so much that I could... die for you.

I love only you, Ajiu.

He trembled and wrote on his palm: I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you...  

He wrote on and on and on and on.

He wouldn't let him withdraw his hand.

Gu Jiu closed her hands helplessly, and took the three words that were deeply engraved into her palm into her hand.

He said: "Thank you, thank you for being willing to love me, thank you so much."

He started to choke up. In fact, Ajiu didn't want to die either. He choked up and said, "Can I sing for you? The people I love like to hear me sing."

He still sang the song, repeating the last line tirelessly:

God knows Itried

god knows i tried my best

God knows Itried

He knows I've struggled

God knows Itried

God behold, I did my best

After singing, he asked him: "Do you think God will know that I have tried my best? Will he know that I have tried my best to love, tried my best to make everything better, and tried my best to let everyone not be disappointed?"

"You say, LEE, will God know my hard work? Will he take me in?"

"Will it shut me out because I've been in the dark?"

"Will it take me in?"

He asked in fear, he was really afraid, all the people were so clean and beautiful.

If only he, went to hell.

Only him, even death is lonely, so what should we do?

Yan Chengli has learned to cry silently.

He said [Don't be afraid, Ajiu, it will take you in, it will take in your wandering soul. 】

"Can I sleep for a while? I'm too tired today, wake me up after dawn, okay?"

Ajiu then fell asleep peacefully, his sleeping face was as sweet as a baby's, even though he was already haggard from the illness.

He said: "Good night".

Good night, Ajiu.

Goodnight, my love.

The door was gently closed, the moment it was about to close.

"Good night, Cheng Li."

It's like an illusion, like an illusion, but it's real.

He sat down slowly by the door. He was redeemed, but he wanted to lose his favorite.

Tomorrow, can he ask him?

Ask him, Ajiu, do you love me?

Ah Jiu, he wanted to ask him, will you love me?

The dawn is never late, even if human beings disappear and life is extinct, it will never be late.

Yan Chengli said to him who was sleeping soundly: "Good morning, Ajiu."

But Ajiu would never wake up again, and he would never smile and say good morning again.

Last night was actually a farewell.

I will confess my sins in the eternal night, and in this life, happiness and joy will be far away from me.

Farewell, my love.

(End of the article)

The author has something to say: Okay, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have finished writing it so quickly. When I wrote Chapter 23 of my first article "Jun Ben Wuxin", I spent a whole month, For comparison, it’s true... since ancient times, bad articles have been published quickly... at least I am...

I have tried short novels to get high, and I have also tried short novels to entertain myself. Xiaosheng, a newcomer, finally has the confidence to challenge long essays.

In the next book, I am going to challenge the western fantasy medium and long novel, the story of the big devil X big devil, interested little angels can go and have a look~

I must not be sour in the new article, write slowly...

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