Swollen slag, he is so cute

Lao Jin is the administrator of Longlinshan Cemetery in S City.

When he was young, he ran sales, and when he was a little older, he became a cemetery administrator. He was responsible for a large area and helped many people lead the way every day.

Most of the people buried in the Longlinshan Cemetery are dignitaries and dignitaries from city S, so those who come here to visit the tombs and pay homage are basically rich people. Originally, there is no charge for leading the way, but these rich people often Give some tips, and give them a lot, sometimes the tips are even higher than the salary, and Lao Jin is naturally happy to do so.

Today he received another person. Although he heard that it was a foreigner, he was still taken aback when he saw this person.

The other party seemed to be a boy in his early 20s, dressed in black, with a mask on his face, his face could not be seen clearly, only pale skin, slightly curly fluffy light golden hair, and a pair of sky blue eyes.

Those eyes are big and very beautiful. There seems to be a slowly flowing Milky Way in them, which seems to be shining in the sun.

He came alone, with his hands in the pockets of his coat, as if he had nothing with him.

I don't know if this person is not good at speaking Chinese, or if he has a cold personality, nodding to him is considered a greeting.

Mingming is not very old, but he looks quite deep.

"I want to find my friend. He passed away in March last year. His surname is Liu." The young man paused for a moment, and seemed to think for a while before finishing his name: "Liu Qingtian, male, he should be with another People buried together, surnamed Yang."

His voice is soft, but calm and powerful.

After hearing this, Lao Jin checked the computer system and asked, "Yang Lin?"

"En." The boy nodded: "Can you take me there?" After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and put a few red notes on the table.

When Lao Jin saw it, his eyes lit up, and he secretly sighed that the foreigner was generous, so he took the money and happily took him there.

In fact, he was very impressed by the cemetery of these two people, because it was rare that two men were buried together.

But the world is full of wonders, and there is nothing strange about homosexuality, and these two people grow old together and die together, which can be regarded as a good story worthy of blessing.

Lao Jin was familiar with the road, and soon led the boy to the graveyard of the two people.

"It's here."

The indifferent young man who kept silent all the way stared at the two tombstones in front of him for a while, then gently tore off the black mask on his face.

After leading the way, Lao Jin originally planned to leave, but because of curiosity, he took an extra look at the young man, and then he couldn't look away.

It's amazing that can't be described in words.

Lao Jin has no culture, so he can't think of any particularly beautiful words to describe it, but he feels that modern stars, idols, and actors are not as good-looking as him, and for some reason, he feels that this person looks more and more familiar, as if Where have I seen it.

So I became a little curious, seeing him staring at the two tombstones in a daze, I couldn't help asking: "These two are your relatives?"

The boy shook his head lightly and replied, "Friend."

"Friend?!" Lao Jin was very surprised, and then thought he was joking.

Because the death time on the tombstone records that they all died after the age of 80, it seems that young people in their early 20s are their friends?

"Yes, friend." The boy didn't explain, but just looked at the two tombstones fixedly, scanned from the photo to the name, and finally took out a mini game console from his pocket, squatted down, and put it on the two tombstones. In the middle of the tombstone, said softly: "Liu Qingtian, Yang Lin, Hollander came to see you."

It's been almost 40 years since we last said goodbye.

Decades ago, when Holland was enough of being a star and was ready to leave for other places, because too many media paid attention to him, it was difficult to disappear silently, and finally he had to create an accidental car accident and suspended animation.

He later heard that Liu Qingtian and Yang Lin were very sad, and the two big men turned red at his funeral, and later put many game consoles in front of his grave, saying that he would have fun down there alone.

At the beginning, Holland didn't feel anything. After so many years, he met many people, experienced many things, and had many friends.

Only then did I understand what friendship is, what is the sophistication of the world, and what is the warmth and coldness of the world.

Just know that some people are worth remembering.

Occasionally, he remembered that when he had just left home decades ago, on a boring night, he knocked on the door of the dormitory next door on a sudden whim, and the young man with black-framed glasses who invited him in to play games together, remembered whether he skipped class with him or not. Playing games day and night, I think of what he always loves to say.

"Holland, are you a devil?"

Thinking of this, Holland laughed lightly.

There is also Yang Lin, this skinny and cowardly guy who is often out of shape, who would have imagined that he later silently accompanied Liu Qingtian for more than ten years in the name of a brother, and by the way secretly engaged in countless blind dates with Liu Qingtian, until When Liu Qingtian, a straight man of steel, finally realized that "a girlfriend is not as good as a brother", he achieved a positive result.

From the time they were together until death separated them, the relationship between the two remained the same. Later, they even opened an e-sports club together and formed an invincible team. Liu Qingtian also fulfilled his e-sports dream.

Thinking of this, Holland's smile grew even wider.

If there really is an underworld in this world.

Then they should also live happily down there, right?At least there is no lack of company when playing games.

Holland stood there for a while, then started to leave.

Seeing that he was going in the wrong direction, Lao Jin quickly followed him and said, "Young man, the gate is over there!"

Holland hummed lightly: "I know, I'm going to see another person."

"Who?" Lao Jin asked kindly, worried that he could not find him.

Unexpectedly, the young man just walked with his head buried and ignored him at all. Lao Jin was a little embarrassed, so he had to ask again: "Are you also a friend?"

Holland paused for a moment, but didn't answer the question. He just walked through most of the cemetery and walked to another cemetery.

Lao Jin knew that the cemeteries in this area belonged to the Gu family.

It wasn't until he stood still in front of a certain tombstone that Holland suddenly said, "No, not friends."

Lao Jin followed his gaze and looked at the tombstone in front of him.

He was first attracted by the photo above. Although it was a black and white photo, he could tell that this was a very handsome and attractive mature man, with a gentle smile on his mouth and charming tenderness in his eyes, but He didn't look at the camera, but turned his face slightly, as if looking at someone around him.

When his eyes moved to the date of death next to him, Lao Jin felt a little bit emotional, such a good-looking person died before the age of 50.

what a pity.

"It's a lover." The young man said suddenly, as if answering his question just now, and as if talking to himself, he said slowly: "Cancer, he was diagnosed with cancer when he was 43 years old, and he died a year later." died."

Recalling these things now, it seems that I can still vividly remember them.

"He had a chance to survive."

He originally wanted to use the first embrace to assimilate Gu Jingye into a vampire. If he succeeded, not only would the cancer be cured, but he would not die in the future.

But the man was already lying on the bed in pain and didn't have the strength to sit up, but he still firmly refused.

He said with a smile: "I promise to live my whole life, no more or less of a day."

Holland didn't understand why he insisted on a promise when his life was about to die.

A promise to love him for the rest of his life?

It's so weird.

He can't understand.

Lilian said: "It's nothing surprising. Everyone has their own way of life. In the end, they can stick to their principles. It's actually pretty cool, because many people can't do it."

Yeah, it's really cool.

only……

"It's quite sad." Holland squatted in front of the tombstone, slowly stroking the photo above with his fingertips, and gently traced a circle along the outline of the man's face. Unconsciously, he recalled it in his mind. His voice, his smile, his temperature.

"Will you regret it?" At the last moment of Gu Jingye's life, Holland asked him this question.

"I regret, I regret that I didn't meet you from the very beginning, that's why I did so many ridiculous things... Holland, if there is another life, I must find you first."

It is said that people think of many things when they die, and Gu Jingye seems to be the same.

He no longer remembered Gu Jingye's expression at that time, but he remembered his hands, those warm and strong hands held him tightly, and spoke love words in a weak and low voice.

He has heard it many times.

But only this time, he listened carefully to every word, every word I love you.

Until that hand was gently released, and then slowly became cold.

He became a cold corpse.

Never get warm again.

Gu Jingye knew that Hollander, who had already claimed his death, could not appear in front of the public, so he gave up treatment in the last half month and begged Gu Jingchen to take him out.

In the end, he fulfilled his wish and died beside Hollander, seeing him for the last time.

Many years ago, Hollander was no longer a star, and he suddenly became interested in traveling again, so Gu Jingye took him on a global trip, wandering around during the day, eating and drinking, from one country to another, at night Just play games in the hotel.

Free and happy.

Until a few minutes before Gu Jingye died, they sat on the carpet and played the last half of the game.

Gu Jingye still couldn't beat his little sheep.

Then Holland packed up his things and completed the rest of the world travel alone. Later, he went to many places, experienced many things, talked about many loves, and had many lovers. Among them were humans, vampires, and whites. There are also people of the yellow race.

But most of them don't last long, some find it hard to accept his true identity, and some can't stand his heartlessness.

He also gradually knows what is right and what is wrong, what is like, what is love.

Then I don't know when it started, Holland recalled the time when he first met Gu Jingye.

He didn't understand why either.

In fact, like Gu Jingye, Hollander is also a person who doesn't like to think deeply, but Gu Jingye will do it immediately when he thinks of it, while Hollander will delay for a while.

It's just that this moment may be several decades.

Holland took out another photo from his pocket, half of it to be precise.

Old Jin didn't see it clearly at first, but when the boy put the half of the black and white photos facing the tombstone together, he saw it clearly.

The person in this color photo is the blond boy in front of him. In terms of appearance, he has not changed much, but he looked a bit childish at that time, with a cute expression and blue eyes full of sparkle. Innocent, with a straw of milk tea in his mouth, he made a V sign with his left hand to the camera.

There was an arm around his shoulder.

When looking along this arm, Lao Jin realized that it was perfectly stitched together with the black and white photo on the tombstone.

This posthumous photo was actually cut from a group photo?

So that loving gaze was looking at him?

"He knows he won't be able to wait for me..." When the boy said this, his voice was very calm, but his eyelashes trembled inaudibly: "So there is only this way."

Pretend he can still be by his side.

"Dead people can't be resurrected, sorry..." Lao Jin wanted to comfort him, but after thinking about it carefully, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

The person buried in this tomb obviously died more than 30 years ago. How could he not have changed at all? !

Just when Lao Jin was astonished, the boy suddenly turned his head and glanced at him. He only felt a red light flashing in front of his eyes, and then he suddenly lost consciousness, turned around involuntarily, and walked back numbly.

When he returns to his office and sits down, he will completely forget about it.

He would never remember that this boy was a singer he liked when he was young, and there are still his old songs in his mobile phone.

Things are different, time waits for no one.

Holland stood in front of the tomb for a while, the warm summer wind kept blowing his clothes and messing up his little golden curly hair, and he was not ready to go back until noon.

He walked to the gate of the cemetery, and when he went out from the side door, he passed a tall man.

At this moment, he smelled a familiar smell, to be precise, it was the familiar fragrance of flowers.

black magic?

It is too rare to see this kind of flower in country Z, Holland was a little curious, couldn't help but stop, and turned his head to look at it.

But he saw that the person just now also stopped, and also looked sideways.

He first saw the delicately packaged crimson roses in his hand.

Then he noticed that the ribbon wrapped around the stem was his favorite color scheme.

Finally, his eyes moved to the man's face.

When the eyes met, for a moment, Holland felt like he was hallucinating.

Is it because the sun is too strong today and his brain is burned?

Holland thought so, pulled off his mask, looked at the golden sun in the sky, and secretly sighed that it was so, the little dumb hair on the back of his head shook, turned around and prepared to leave.

However, the man chased after him and called him excitedly: "Wait!"

This voice is also very familiar, deep and gentle and magnetic.

So Holland stopped and turned to look at him again.

The man's face became even more familiar. He had seen it before, or he had seen the photo just now.

It's just that the man in front of him is much younger than the one in the photo, just like when they met decades ago.

Young, confident, and gentle and charming.

Holland couldn't help but rubbed his eyes, and confirmed again that he was right.

This person looks exactly like Gu Jingye.

The man looked at him too, his eyes sparkling.

They stared at each other for ten seconds.

The man broke the silence first, and asked nervously and with a little excitement: "Hey, have I met you somewhere?"

"..."

"Is it you?" The man took a step forward and came in front of Holland, his eyes could not hide the excitement, and he touched his face uncontrollably, from the eyebrows to the bridge of the nose and then to the Jaw, his fingers were trembling.

Ecstatic and unbelievable.

Holland tilted his head slightly, and the dumb hairs on the back of his head seemed to be shaking again. He pressed his face into the other's warm palm, and replied softly, "It's me, long time no see."

--haven't seen you for a long time.

In the next second, Holland was rubbed into a gentle and strong embrace. The man wanted to say too much, but he was so excited that he choked up, and finally had to turn all his emotions into actions.

They hugged at the gate of the cemetery for nearly 5 minutes, until more and more people came to see them, they collected their emotions and left together.

He tightly held Holland's right hand, and held the bundle of black magic in his left. The two walked out of the cemetery slowly, talking a lot along the way.

It's all about the past few years.

"I've been looking for you for a long time."

"How do you know I'm here with black magic?"

"I don't know, maybe it's fate."

Holland asked: "Then don't you think it's strange? You remember things about me when you were born."

"I don't think so." Gu Jingye smiled, still staring at Holland, his little sheep.

Those eyes were focused and serious, and he was reluctant to leave for a moment: "I only know that I must find you."

Whether it is 20 years, 40 years, 80 years, or a lifetime.

"Find me, then what?"

"Let's talk about love with you."

"Then how long are you going to talk to me this time?"

"Until—the world is destroyed."

"it is good."