Chapter 253: Deadly News (Grand Finale - above)

Qingcheng Xie was not resuscitated in the end.

He was too badly injured, and after more than ten days of repetition, he stopped breathing on a drizzly night.

Yu He was already in the hospital for more than ten days, and he actually had a little premonition in his heart.

But he still lost control.

He was taken to another ward by the Dreambreaker's guardians, put back in a harness, and shouted and cried to get out, but no one dared to let him go.

The nurse gave him a sedative and anesthetic, and before he passed out, he saw in a trance Qingcheng Xie approaching, as he had done when he was a child, and he went to his bedside, looked at him quietly, held out his hand, held off everyone, and then untied his harness.

He wanted to call Qingcheng Xie's name, but heaven and earth went black in a flash.

The icy anesthesia comes up and he comes out of a group of people who see him as a machine, only to go to another group of people who see him as a monster.

No one embraced him anymore, unchained him.

The person who would treat him as a "person" has left.

He could no longer see anything either.

Yu He's condition was too bad, too dangerous. Officials did not release him from his restrictions until more than half a month later. On the day of Qingcheng Xie's funeral, he wanted to go, but no one could make the decision to release him, who could become ill at any time.

Jingfeng Zheng went to make a plea to his superiors, even risking his professional honor, but still failed to convince some corpse brains. They said they understood Yu He's feelings, but the lives of the people were more important. They could not believe that he could really live with restraint at the funeral, and Yu He was not Qingcheng Xie's relative, spouse, or lover.

Although there were many dream-breakers who experienced that great battle with them who were willing to testify for it, and even the commander-in-chief signed the joint letter, the great leader in charge of this matter still chose to be cautious in order to prevent the pursuit of his higher level.

What humanity can there be in a monster? What love can there be between same sexes? It's ridiculous, not to mention the fact that the two are so many years apart that deep down the leader doesn't think it's real.

He returned the joint letter, off duty, and he had to go home.

Today is his and his wife's wedding anniversary. He is married for the second time, his wife is almost forty years younger and loves to be pampered, he loves her very much and is worried that being late will make her unhappy. After he finished his work, he called his driver to pick him up.

The weather was great.

The leader took it easy in his stride and went back home.

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"You let me out ...... lock me up or tie me up ...... let me out ...... I'm going to see him... ...I'm going to see him! You must be mistaken ...... he can't die ...... how can he not be saved ......"

Inside the intensive care unit, iron fences were added to prevent patients from breaking out of control.

The ward was in the deepest part of the hospital, with police guarding the door.

A small window in Sensualand.

Anyone who wants to approach has to register in advance by appointment.

That day, Yu He's wail rang out all night inside, creepy and heartbreaking.

The guards standing outside couldn't help but look countenanced.

From that day on, Yu He stopped talking.

He refused to eat the sick food, he refused to drink water, and refused to see anyone again. He seemed to really understand on that day what it was like when Ciyan Qin died and Qingcheng Xie could not go to the funeral.

Because the world always needs a name.

It's like with that name, you're righteous.

Whether it is affection, whether it is love ...... no matter which kind of feelings, the world must be it will materialize a logical, convenient unrelated people recognized identity, and then so that this feeling is considered real and valid.

You are only qualified to stand in the front row to see the last of your favorite person when he leaves this world.

Otherwise it is not even qualified to say a goodbye.

People will think, well, that's weird, what are you considered to be to him?

He wailed all night in a new cage as he was laid to rest in his tomb - they were out there burying the roses of the evil dragon, burying his treasures, burying his bridges and his world, but he couldn't go.

He's not going anywhere.

He could only let his soul be cremated and buried with Qingcheng Xie, and he completely gave up the will to live.

This may be exactly what some people are looking for -

Blood Compulsion.

First Emperor.

Spirit Bola Ai, all the monsters created by RN-13, could not have had a more reassuring ending.

This was the true destruction of Dela Man Island. From then on -

The sky and the earth are so clean.

It's just a shame that people have feelings for each other, and reformers are not monsters, they also have ties left in this world.

On the sixth day of Yu He's hunger strike and living on nutritional fluid, Jingfeng Zheng finally got approval to visit Yu He through the help of Commissar Wang and entered Yu He's ward.

He didn't expect that Yu He would have a harder time visiting such a patient on his own than a felon after he came in.

As soon as Jingfeng Zheng saw Yu He strapped to the hospital bed, his eyes turned red. Yu He did not look at him, his eyes were empty, no light and no focus.

Jingfeng Zheng tried to talk to him, but he didn't respond either.

As if Qingcheng Xie was not the only one buried in the night rain that day, he was also buried together.

Yu He didn't say a word, didn't move a muscle.

Everyone he can't see anymore, everything he doesn't care about.

Until -

"I brought a letter with me. It's a regular registered letter." Jingfeng Zheng finally knew he shouldn't bother Yu He anymore, he stood up and put a somewhat tattered letter in front of the bed.

Yu He was tied up and couldn't move, so Jingfeng Zheng opened it in front of Yu He.

"It was written to you by your brother Xie before he went to Dela Man Island."

Jingfeng Zheng saw in Yu He at this time how the transformation from a dead thing to a living thing is instantaneous.

He saw a bright light in Yu He's eyes, a light that was sad, but so trembling and full of longing.

Yu He opened his mouth, but he hadn't spoken for too long and couldn't make a sound.

But Jingfeng Zheng saw it coming.

He was telling him to hold the letter closer. He wanted to read it.

He was eager, desperate, and sadly mad to see ......

He saw it.

It was a long letter for Qingcheng Xie.

Qingcheng Xie wrote in his letter -

Yu He:

By the time you read this letter, the Dela Man Island fiasco should have subsided.

I don't know if I'm still alive.

But in any case, I think it's time to be able to tell you the whole truth.

I know you resent me for being too cold-blooded and heartless, and for sending you a message that I kept from you during the Hiroshima naval battle.

You said to me that you had come out of your obsession and could set out to find a new life, and I felt happy for you that I should not disturb the peace of your life anymore. Because I know that I am not something that is worth giving everything to. I received rn-13 treatment from the year my parents died at the age of 13. Although I overcame all the difficulties through the guidance of my teachers and survived as a normal person, became a doctor, and returned to society, I realized later that all the effects of mental Bola Ai on me were still there in a non-disease way.

Twenty-three years, I live in an invisible constraint belt, I am used to no emotions, used to deal with all problems calmly, used to treat every person and every thing rationally. I have no choice, my parents relatives withered, if I have any accident, Xue Xie will lose the last dependence, I can not let such a thing happen.

Many people around me say that I am not like a human being, no emotions, I can not argue, I also have no choice. Because only the walking dead, I can live in peace and quiet.

So, as time goes by, I don't seem to remember what intense feelings are like anymore. I'm used to not letting anything get out of hand in front of my eyes, so I always go about arranging your lives and try to come into your lives to protect you, but refuse to let anyone step into my own life and become an unpredictable variable.

I did survive.

But I have lived myself as a machine, a stone, a piece of grass.

Now that I think about it, I have not done well in many things. I have broken many hearts like a dull knife, Aunt Lai's, Xue Xie's, Ruoqiu Li's, Yan Chen's, yours.

I have been sick for twenty-three years and no longer know how to get along with people like a normal person, to feel the simplest, most unrestrained feelings between people. I didn't even believe in the beginning that there would be any reckless love in this world, so I sarcastically pushed you away and educated you at that time. I said you don't understand anything.

The person who doesn't know anything is me, Yu He.

The days when you wished I would come to understand, the days when you kept me, must have been hard.

No matter what you say to me, what kind of actions you make, I don't believe your feelings for me are real. I push you away over and over again, get you in over your head, wish you were as far away from me as possible, I don't see the light in your eyes, I don't believe there is light in your eyes.

Yu He , I'm really sorry.

Later, you came back, many things changed, you no longer like me. I know this is actually a relief for you, you do not have to face an object that can not even learn how to accept the sincerity of others from now on. You have the most passionate, brave and persistent heart in the world, while my heart has been too sick, but finally will not drag you down.

But that's not to say I don't like you, Yu He.

I have never told you that I have actually liked you a lot. This is a feeling that I have not had before and will not have again for anyone in the future. I am willing to protect you, take care of you, accompany you, I am willing to let your capriciousness, indulge your temper, I am willing to give all my feelings for you, even life.

However it is all too late in the end, these things that you once wished for so much are now worthless.

I have nothing else to give you.

I just want to be honest at the end and tell you that you are worthy of being loved.

You are going to be loved.

You are already loved.

I know you resent me, and I have to say that bearing your hatred will make me feel miserable and numb, but I know that I owe you that. So I can understand your capriciousness, irritability, and indifference ...... after your return. It's hard for me, but I have to live with it. I owe it to you. I owe you a whole heart.

I did not run away, I was willing to accompany the angry you in this way, just as you once accompanied the heartless me. I didn't hide when you stabbed the knife into my heart, I wanted to know how much it hurt you once upon a time.

I do this only in the hope that when I leave your side, you have vented enough and you can forgive me, even if a little.

Hate is not compatible with you, Yu He.

You are a kind child. Although (forgive me this time, I must honestly say, I hope you can change in the future), you have a lot of bad habits, like to spend money frivolously, play rascal, picky eaters, can't control your temper ...... the bottom line of being human is actually not that high, but you are in awe of true love and human life, you can have a bright future. I always thought so.

I took the initiative to cooperate with the police back then, not because I believed that you would go and collude with Dela Man, I was hoping that you would give me your hand and not be stubborn to carry everything alone. When I went to the police station, what I had in mind was actually ...... you were only twenty years old, Yu He .

You were only twenty years old that year.

I don't want and can't let anything happen to you, so I want you to trust me again like you did when you held my hand by the flowers as a child.

But maybe it's because my previous rejection and pushback has made you lose faith in me, so I don't have a chance to regain your trust. In the end, it is still me who has hurt too many of your feelings.

Yu He . I didn't do many things well.

I don't know if you want to believe it, but I actually accepted your confession in my heart a long time ago, before I accompanied you to your twentieth birthday.

But at that time my body was already very poor, all organs were failing, it was the aftermath of the overdose of rn-13, I was always on Meiyu treatment, with little success. I didn't know how to place my fondness for you, the doctor said I only had five or six years to live, so I thought it would be better to let everything stay in a manageable situation rather than make you sad and take up the best youth of your life to accompany me to death.

Until today, when I am writing this letter, President Lu told me that he was in the middle to late stage of lung cancer and that he had told everyone before but me. I was able to understand that actually not knowing is more cruel than accompanying.

The pain of companionship can eventually be healed by time, but the regret of not knowing will always be the scar of the heart.

Forgive me for telling you too late, but hopefully you will hate me less, but if you still hate me, it doesn't matter. I still remember how you used to be nice to me.

And I will always remember how good you were to me.

Kid, you're the strongest person I've ever met.

You are the most persistent person I have ever met.

You are the only person I like.

After writing this letter, I'm leaving for Dela Man Island and I'm not sure if I'll ever get to see you again. I am also not sure where my future will be.

But I will always love you in the future.

No matter where it is.

Whether or not it is still alive.

Yu He , forgive you Xie is not good at expressing emotions like this, in twenty-three years I have not expressed my heart to anyone like this, I don't quite know what to say and how to do is the best, even writing a letter is very stiff. If there is something that makes you feel uncomfortable, I apologize here with you in advance. Your brother Xie is a science and technology man, please do not be angry with me, I'm sorry.

Qingcheng Xie

March 7, 2025

Evening

Yu He finished reading the whole letter.

I don't know if I'm very sick or if I'm going crazy, but Yu He's feeling like laughing at this moment.

His smile spread from the bottom of his heart to his eyes, tidal wave-like, he did not know why he thought of Qingcheng Xie turned the pencil, half a day could not think of a suitable word to the stiff look.

He laughed, and Jingfeng Zheng and the nurse next to him panicked and looked at him in horror.

But he did not do anything, he just kept laughing, the laughter became louder and louder, more and more uncontrollable, he laughed so hard that tears flowed out of his eyes, tap on the letter paper, blotting the words on it.

The person who wrote this letter ...... the one who infinitely tolerated him and believed in love again because of him ...... the one who only ever loved him in his life.

Instead, he ended up dying by the sword of the one he loved.

In the end, it only thinks that it is a substitute.

What kind of emotion did he leave with ......

Yu He tilted his head, he had thought countless times these days about what he and Qingcheng Xie had said when they confessed their love.

He hates himself so much why he had to say Qingcheng Xie is the snow in the sky ......

The sky is the limit for ......

Snow ......

Irony is in the bones and grief is out of the soul.

How painful.

How much pain did Qingcheng Xie experience when he died?

And how sad is it? That's why he told Yu He to go forward to find another life and love.

Qingcheng Xie believes in irreplaceable love because of Yu He.

But at the last moment, his faith shattered.

He was so high and proud that he even shed tears of blood and choked up that he was not the best ......

In Qingcheng Xie's heart, how desperate he must have been to collapse at that moment to make himself feel so lightly?

Yu He at this time would rather Qingcheng Xie had never loved him, then he would not be so hard hurt, but Qingcheng Xie wrote on the paper, the future I will always love you, no matter where I am, whether I am still alive or not.

He lost his voice and laughed out loud, clutching the single page of the letter and the infinite depth of feeling he did not hold.

He smiled and laughed, then gasped and lifted his tear-filled eyes as he looked at Jingfeng Zheng for a long time.

Finally, in a hoarse voice, he murmured, "...... Uncle ...... please ...... do me one last favor, will you? "

Jingfeng Zheng was busy saying, "What?"

"......" Yu He's reddened eyes looked at him, numbly, "I don't ...... want to die right now... ...I want to be treated ............ I cooperate with the treatment ...... I do ...... cooperate with treatment ...... I want to ...... I want to go out ...... I want to see him again ...... see the place where he used to cure , ask him about the things that ...... came too late to tell me."

"I ask you to help me to beg Wang Political Commissar and the Wei family ...... even beg Man Chen ...... can ...... otherwise I know the others will not let me out easily ......"

"Please ......"

"Let me go to his grave ...... Let me see him again ......"

"I beg you ......"

"Please ...... let me see the one I love one more time ......"

He is his lover, visible side of him, and even need the world's first consent.

After Jingfeng Zheng left, Yu He sat on the bed and the nurse tried to put the letter away, but he refused.

He kept reading it, over and over again.

His cheeks were cold, crumpled coldly on his face after the tears had dried.

Suddenly, he was stunned.

He suddenly found this letter, the last tender hidden -

Qingcheng Xie told him almost all the truth in his letter, but there was only one thing that he still had not told him -

The text message that fooled Yu He three years ago was not sent by Qingcheng Xie, but by Director Hu.

Qingcheng Xie would rather carry this only misunderstanding by himself and not say anything until his death.

He doesn't want Yu He to know about this and feel pain and remorse when he looks back on all the disagreements they had after they reunited.

Because Qingcheng Xie himself has experienced the pain of regret, he would rather beg Yu He's forgiveness than tell Yu He he was wronged.

Only this one thing, he would not tell the truth until his death.

He was afraid that Yu He would be in pain.

His little kid is still very young and has suffered a lot.

He used his body to protect him for once. on the island of Dela Man so that he wouldn't have to be a target.

Now, he also protects him a second time with his heart. In the future, so that he doesn't have to be bothered by guilt.

Qingcheng Xie has been ill for twenty-three years and has lost the ability to express his love normally.

But Yu He in this moment, undoubtedly felt it - he felt a warm hand on the top of his hair, he looked up and saw Qingcheng Xie standing in front of him, not much smiling, others would think he had no feelings. But Yu He knew that he did.

Tenderness and protection struggling to make it out of a twenty-three year cocoon of illness.

Love and Indulgence.

Qingcheng Xie , all silently to him.

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Three months later, at the summer solstice, Yu He was finally released from the hospital after completing various interrogations and evaluations and signing a series of pledge documents.

Although he could feel someone in the shadows keeping an eye on him in case he did something else that went berserk and got out of hand, he didn't mind anymore.

He went to Meiyu private hospital, the old director is the last day of work, the old man's health is not good, he for his classmates, his comrades in arms for nearly half a lifetime of secrecy, now it is finally his time to return to the field. He seems to have anticipated that he would meet such a handsome guest on his last day out of office, but as wooden as a walking corpse.

The old man smiled, invited Yu He sat down, like an old friend, gave him a cup of hot ginger tea, and began to talk to him about the secrets that no longer need to be strictly guarded by him ......

"That's right." Speaking at the end, the old dean as if peeking through Yu He's dying heart, he suddenly turned back and tremblingly took out a notebook, "I just said to you that Professor Xie has been organizing and perfecting the notes left by the old Qin, right? Those notes ah ...... can touch the class, for those in society now ...... cough cough, drank poor quality drugs, got the victims of sub-psychotic Bola Ai disease ...... cough, for them the treatment of drug research, very, very useful."

He took a breather and drank a few more sips of water: "Xiao He ah, these notes, and ...... the research of these drugs, can you please help me, help your brother Xie to keep a guard? We all want to see these innocent victims, and finally be able to have an account ......"

He said, slipping Yu He some of Qingcheng Xie's notes that he had in his possession.

Yu He's vacant eyes reflected the worn-out notes.

He cringed and tried to hide, but couldn't.

The old dean wouldn't let him dodge, and handed all those notes firmly into Yu He's hand. Yu He's fingertips trembled violently as they touched the cover. Slowly, there was some color and emotion in his eyes, though it was grief-stricken.

Even though the dean had just taken him to see the place where Qingcheng Xie had been treated, and told him a lot of reasons to persevere, he just stood there as if he had already died, just to take one last look at the earth for Qingcheng Xie.

Until these unfinished business of Qingcheng Xie were discreetly handed to Yu He's palm.

Yu He's hand touched the notes that Qingcheng Xie had rubbed a hundred times, and for the first time, the old dean saw a faint and tragic light in him.

If people have thoughts, there is a chance that they can live.

This is something that the old dean, who has been a doctor for so long, understands in his heart.

"Open it and see."

Yu He hesitated, slowly, and looked down and flipped open his notes.

The workbook was originally owned by Ciyan Qin, and the title page was opened with Qin's handwriting.

It should be written by the old man Qin in his later years, the old man is old and old-fashioned, he wrote: "If there is another life, I am still willing to contribute my modest efforts to save the lives of those suffering from illness. If I had another life, I would still make this choice without regret."

Beneath that line, what caught Yu He's eye was another familiar line of type, slightly slanted.

Qingcheng Xie wrote:

"Me too."

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At dusk, Yu He finally arrived at the cemetery.

Qingcheng Xie's tomb was erected next to Ciyan Qin's sculpture tomb. He was Ciyan Qin's favorite disciple, but he was not even qualified to pay his respects to Ciyan Qin in a proper way.

Now he is finally able to be at the right and left of his teacher and look at him.

Only that his tombstone never had a name on it, and what was engraved, according to his wishes during his lifetime, was just an epitaph on Keats' grave.

"Here lies one whose name was written in water"

The long sleeper in this place, the reputation of the water on the book.

Because there are too many confidential documents involved, and perhaps some people may maliciously use the matter of prohibited drugs to slander the reputation of Ciyan Qin, Qingcheng Xie has left a posthumous explanation in the registered letter sent to Xue Xie, he does not need anyone to justify his resignation from the hospital back then.

He did what his heart wanted to do and protected all those he wanted to protect. He did what was right in his life and was rarely ashamed of it.

As for what people will say about him, how to evaluate him, that is all outside the body name, he has no care.

Yu He crossed the lawn of the cemetery and placed a bouquet of lilies in front of Ciyan Qin's tombstone before holding the endless summer in his arms and walking to Qingcheng Xie's side.

The pale blue-violet hydrangea bouquet was wrapped in gauze paper of the same color, and the bouquet, covered with a layer of clean white light veil.

He walked over, stood still, and looked at the handwriting on the tombstone.

He called out softly, "Brother Xie ......"

Suddenly, the wind picked up, as if the time was turned back to the early summer of more than ten years ago, the gauze on the hydrangea was suddenly raised by the wind, the gauze flew very high and high, and finally fluttered down.

The white veil fell on Qingcheng Xie's tombstone.

Yu He opened his mouth, his heart felt like it was stuck in something, causing him so much pain that he couldn't say anything at once. He bowed his body, lowered his head, and knelt in front of his monument.

"You've dropped something ......"

Finally, he choked on a sob as he held the soft, light gauze like the child he was years ago.

"Brother, you dropped your stuff."

You left behind in this world a heart that has never changed to love you.

Did you know that ......

He knelt before his grave for a long, long time, but no one ever reached out a warm hand to him, lowered the handsome, cold face that reminded him of "the sound of snow on the bamboo", took the veil he handed him, and said to him...

"Thank you."

As night fell, Yu He finally stood up, his legs already numb and stiff, and he stumbled away.

The manager of the cemetery is new, and he waits for the last worshipper to leave the garden to leave, and is about to lock the gates of the garden and close them.

Yu He's eyes were red, his eyes were downcast, and he apologized in a low voice: "I've delayed you."

"It's okay, it's only a little late." The administrator was a compassionate old man, but somewhat curious, and after a moment's hesitation, he asked, "That unnamed tombstone ...... is very mysterious, and the above approved this tomb into the martyr's tomb, but never said who he was."

He tentatively asked Yu He, "Do you know who he is?"

Yu He did not answer, if Qingcheng Xie did not want people to know his name, then he would not go against his wishes.

The old man saw that he did not say, did not force, only said: "...... young man, sorry ah, I asked more questions. This kind of nameless tomb, I've been doing this business for half a lifetime, but I've only seen two, so -"

Yu He was stunned for a moment, and a string in his heart was vaguely touched.

"Two?"

"Yeah, there's another one that's in that west of town mausoleum that I did before, that a man set up three years ago ......"

Yu He's eardrum was like a heavy drum beating inside.

"Is that the Qingliang Mountain Mausoleum in the west of the city?" --The place where Qingcheng Xie's parents were once buried.

The old man's eyes widened: "You know."

Yu He's eyes suddenly dizzy and he can barely speak.

Half an hour later, he drove to that mausoleum, whose doors were closed, but his extreme mourning and offer of an accommodation fee finally made the gatekeeper make an exception for him.

Yu He soon found the nameless monument.

No need to ask who bought the cemetery, he knew the only answer when he saw the few lines of clear but sassy English words on the tombstone.

The answer became a knife in his heart.

He stumbled over and threw himself on his knees in front of the cold tombstone, his forehead resting against the stone surface, his figure silent, as the one who loved him so much three years ago.

Nothing of him that doth fade.

But doth suffer a sea-change.

Into something rich and strange.

At this moment, Yu He suddenly understood why Qingcheng Xie wanted a nameless monument without any name, just a series of words.

Shelley's Tomb, Keats' Tomb.

Qingcheng Xie is not only indifferent to the reputation because of the reputation water on the book. He also wants to be silently accompanied by Yu He in this way.

Their love is deeper, there is no name, not for the world to tolerate, can not beg a joint burial.

But there are only two such nameless monuments in this city, carving two lines of secrets that only the two of them know, carving the years of their youth.

Yu He's tears fell like broken beads, and his hand caressed the familiar handwriting on the monument, as if it was covering Qingcheng Xie's bloodstained hand through time.

"Brother ......"

He was in front of this tomb and lost his voice. No one knew what he had lost, just as no one knew who was actually buried here.

In this life, only Qingcheng Xie will accompany him in this way, knowing their secret.

Qingcheng Xie is the only one who wants to be by his side even if he has worn out his name and given up his fame.

There will never be another Dr. Xie.

He has joined him, under the nameless monument and the green grass, for a long companionship and a long sleep.

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The Dela Man fiasco is finally over for good.

Because Ciyan Qin's notes played a big role, those patients who were affected by that year all successfully waited for the treatment medicine, recovered from the disease, and never recurred. The researchers on the island and Dongni An ...... were all sentenced to 20 years to death, and were imprisoned and sentenced to death by SkyNet.

Xue Xie and Dongheng Wei have always had the only photo of the three of them and Qingcheng Xie in their home, and the photo shows Qingcheng Xie forever at the age of thirty-six, not getting any older.

Xue Xie every day before going to work to look at that photo, this glance, day by day, year by year ......

"Good morning, brother, I'm going out."

"Brother, I'm back."

Xue Xie greeted the people in the photos day after day, just as she did when Qingcheng Xie was growing up on her own, a habit she has had since she was a child.

It's just that Qingcheng Xie would always say to her, "Be careful on the road." Or "How did you do in school today?"

None of that is available now.

But Xue Xie felt that she could still hear his voice.

Because he is in her heart.

In this way, daily open and close the door, looking at the photos ...... a few decades have passed.

Later, Xue Xie never had to go to work again.

She is eighty years old.

She hunched over to go shopping.

The stuff came back, some fresh eggs, green onions, ham and shrimp, and she made Yangzhou fried rice, never without peas.

This is the most common home cooking she does.

Ya Ya went to the United States to study medicine and became a professor of medicine at the same school Ciyan Qin attended when he was young. Now Xue Xie only lives with Dongheng Wei, the old couple can't eat too much, so this little bit of fried rice is full of color and flavor, with good nutrition, less oil and a bowl of vegetable soup, better than anything else.

That's how her brother used to take care of her. Took care of her from childhood to adulthood.

Whenever she makes this bowl of fried rice, she feels that he is still looking after them in the underworld.

She smiled and ate with wrinkles at the end of her eyes. She had lived a happy life, but she knew it was because there was someone who had protected and loved her with her life after they lost their parents.

She put her head down and ate fried rice.

Hot and grainy, she made it just as good as he did long ago.

After dinner, she and Dongheng Wei turned on the TV, which was showing a drama series in which she and Dongheng Wei also participated in the production.

This play was made by Yu He. Yu He has lived a lonely life since then. He has not left this world, maybe because he still has some things to do, some past events, only he can be a complete narrator.

Finally, after so many years, all the files have been declassified, and finally Yu He, who has become a director, has chosen to tell everyone what happened back then in such a way that it is honest and original.

Xue Xie thinks his casting is not good and she is not satisfied with Qingcheng Xie's actors. She always thinks that this one is not tall enough, that one is not manly enough, this one is too rough, and that one is not intelligent.

She said, "How come there is no one who can have even 30 percent like my brother? Now technology is so advanced, makeup and photography techniques are ...... all so good, how come there is no one who can show me his shadow?"

Yu He said, "There is no substitute for him."

The film was eventually shot, the casting was poor, but at least the story was true, and the people who had not died were very cooperative in the production. Even Man Chen, who almost never met Yu He again, flew back from Europe after receiving information about the project and cooperated with him to complete the restoration of some events back then.

Xue Xie still doesn't like the film, she thinks Qingcheng Xie and Dongheng Wei's young actors are not right, it makes her uncomfortable to watch, not at all the same feeling as back then.

But she enjoyed listening to the end credits of the show.

The closing song was written by Yu He himself.

Melodious, with some retro Hong Kong style Cantonese old movie flavor.

The song echoed in the living room where the window screen fluttered -

The wind blows, the light veil falls

Picked up a dream dappled.

I've been dreaming for half my life, do you know that?

The doors are open, the book fair is on.

The words on the title page have faded and

I have read it a thousand times, do you know?

When I am lonely, I want to go far away.

Thinking that you once held my hand.

I held on for a long time again, you know?

Embracing you like snow and kissing you like frost.

Loving you is like drinking a hemlock.

I can't ask until I break my heart.

But when will you give me a glass of wine to break my heart again?

I have not seen you for a long time.

Even the pain of the past seems to be tender.

Do you know?

Are you in my dream tonight?

Will you embrace me tonight?

Pushing open that door tonight, are you still at the window looking at the flowers like snow?

The day dawns and it gets dark again.

I think you have also endured the long night.

I held on for a long time again, you know?

A year passes, a year passes, and

People's memories have faded.

I'm the only one who can't get over it, you know?

The wind stopped, the yarn fell again.

No one picks up a dream dappled again.

It has stopped in front of you, long sleeper, do you know?

The long sleeper of this place, I have gray temples, do you know.

The end credits are played.

The screen fades to black.

Two lines are gently tapped on the projection screen:

To the one who redeemed my life.

To the one who has been redeemed all his life.

The words darken and fade away.

The last line lit up slowly, like the light of dawn - yes, Yu He got up early every day after that man left, and he waited for the early morning, for the moment when the morning light finally dawned -

"Full Play Finale"