I can't climb higher than you [Rebirth]

Chapter 62 Qiu Xingzhi's Dream

Chu Chengyu's eyes were bloodshot, and the eye circles were swollen and enlarged. She always pays attention to maintenance. It was only two days when she learned that Qiu Chenguang was raising someone outside. Not so haggard, her hair was simply combed and pulled up, and when she walked to the door of the room, the aunt at home just came out with a tray.

Lo and behold, the plate was empty.

But the aunt shook her head: "Eat every meal, and if it is feasible, you will look thinner and thinner. What can I do?" The aunt watched Qiu Xingzhi grow up, and she really cared about him.

Chu Chengyu could only remain silent. As Qiu Xingzhi's mother, why didn't she want to know the answer to this question? Auntie sighed and left. Chu Chengyu calmed down and moved quietly. The bedroom door was open, and Qiu Xingzhi's figure came into view. .

The big balcony, the big floor-to-ceiling windows, it's late autumn, Qiu Xingzhi only wears a white short-sleeved T-shirt and sweatpants, although the temperature in the house is constant, Chu Chengyu always looks uncomfortable.

Both sides of the road outside the villa are full of sycamore trees. In autumn, the warm yellow leaves are crumbling on the treetops. Walking in them, a few pieces will float on the hair, body and clothes from time to time. The mottled shadows of the trees are like little elves. , jumping and stirring with the wind, it is the autumn scenery unique to this place.

Looking at the leaves flying outside the window, Qiu Xingzhi thought of the time when the three of them were walking under the tree more than a week ago. That day she baked a very good cake and invited Wei Yu to come over. Qiu Xingzhi proposed to come over in the afternoon. Take a walk outside.

At that time, Wei Yu picked up a few sycamore leaves and told him to go back and make bookmarks, and he also said to give it to Chu Chengyu. He knew that Chu Chengyu liked to read albums and paper books. He was a very careful and gentle child.

After his son woke up from the hospital, he was mumbling about looking for someone. It was only after arriving at Wei Yu's house that Chu Chengyu realized who he was looking for. If she hadn't seen Wei Yu's tombstone with her own eyes, it would be hard to believe that she was alive and kicking when she saw it a week ago and said that next time The goodbye boy has turned into a handful of ashes, placed in a small dark pit, sealed with cement, and sealed this life.

Why did the car rush into the lake? The police are investigating, but the person is gone.

Wei Yu died, and that day was Qiu Xingzhi's birthday.

The strange thing is that Qiu Xingzhi was surprisingly calm when he saw Wei Yu's photo on the tombstone, and even said a few words to Wei Yu's parents who had gray hair overnight, and then returned to the hospital obediently. They were very cooperative, and stayed in the hospital for five days without mentioning Wei Yu once.

Chu Chengyu didn't dare to relax at all, and asked several people to watch over his son day and night.

After returning home from the hospital yesterday, Qiu Xingzhi stayed in his room all the time, and ate all the food he delivered. He stood on the balcony and looked out when he had nothing to do. Chu Chengyu tried to talk to him, but Qiu Xingzhi only said that he was bored , just look around, nothing.

When Chu Chengyu talked to him, he would answer, but he would not take the initiative to speak. 24 hours a day, there were always more than ten hours sitting or standing on the balcony, always looking at the Wutong Avenue outside. No one knew he was I don't dare to ask what I think.

Three meals a day, but the person has lost weight visible to the naked eye, two beautiful eyes are deeply sunken, the skin is green, and the stubble is scattered on the chin. If you look closely, there are two small spots. Small wounds are caused by improper operation of the razor.

In the morning, the aunt told her in a hurry that Xingzhi went to the living room to drink water last night and knocked over the cup on the island platform. When the nurse who was in charge of watching rushed over to clean it up, he entered the room with his fingers and said nothing. , but the shards of glass on the ground were obviously stained with blood. She quietly noticed when she brought breakfast into the room, and her fingers were wrapped in Band-Aids.

Qiu Xingzhi seems to be very normal, he knows how to drink water when he is thirsty, and he knows how to deal with a cut hand, but the more he is like this, the more difficult it is for Chu Chengyu to be at peace. He did nothing.

Before the tsunami comes, the water and the sky are the same color, beautiful and charming, and it only takes two seconds to set off a huge wave.

Auntie came quietly: "What can I do? Just stand there after eating."

Chu Chengyu: "Make him a stuffed bitter gourd tonight."

"Huh? Xingzhi hates this dish the most."

"I know, do it."

At dinner, Chu Chengyu watched his son sitting at the table on the balcony, eating stuffed bitter gourd in mouthfuls. This dish was the one he hated the most, and he couldn't stand it even two meters away from him.

Not afraid of hysterical crying, most afraid of abnormality, and Qiu Xingzhi is really too abnormal.

Chu Chengyu leaned against the door all the time, but Qiu Xingzhi didn't notice it from the beginning to the end, and went into the bathroom after eating.

She couldn't bear it anymore, covered her mouth and went back to her room. After crying for a long time, she called the director of Chu's Hospital: "The best psychologist in China, find a few more... um, yes..."

He is still Qiu Xingzhi, handsome and the darling of heaven, but half of his soul has been drained, and what he sees from him is gray defeat and death.

It takes strength to cry bitterly, and when you lose even this strength, you are truly desperate.

The night is as deep as water, and during the day, the wind gradually increases in momentum, blowing out the remnant force of the wind on the flat ground, and the fragile leaves of the sycamore trees fall one after another. In the quiet late night, there are constant rustling sounds, and the swaying of the tree body. After this gust of wind, there is nothing left of the leaves. They can rest for a while, waiting for the next spring to bloom again.

Chu Chengyu couldn't sleep well either. He heard the phone ringing rapidly in a daze, and hurriedly picked it up to answer it: "Mr. Qiu went downstairs, he seems to want to go out."

"Don't disturb him, I'll be right there."

"Ok."

Qiu Xingzhi's car drove out of the garage and the gate, and Chu Chengyu ordered the driver to follow, followed by a third car with doctors, nurses and bodyguards on call at home.

Chu Chengyu's heart trembled as he left the villa area to enter and exit the main road, and turned on a road called "Anxi Road" half an hour later.

Qiu Xingzhi was sensible since he was a child, and he didn't worry much about it. For the first time in his life, Chu Chengyu felt a deep pale exhaustion in front of his son. The closer he got to the destination, even his hands and feet began to tremble.

In the car behind, the nurse muttered softly: "What are you doing in the cemetery at night, it's so scary."

The family doctor of the Chu family frowned and motioned her not to speak too much. When working in this kind of family, keeping your mouth shut is the top priority. He has served many rich families, and he has heard and experienced all kinds of dirty things. He has already seen a lot, but It was the first time he came to the cemetery in the middle of the night. He is a medical student and doesn't believe in ghosts and gods. It's just that it's hard for these rich people to come during the day?

The bodyguards have been strictly trained, and they are as silent as a black statue.

Ahead, Chu Chengyu got out of the car: "I'll go in and see for myself, and I'll call if necessary, and you go in again."

Qiu Xingzhi didn't close the car door. It would be hell if a thief came here at this time.

There is still a long road from the gate to the real cemetery. Qiu Xingzhi walked slowly. The environment of the cemetery was average. The light from the street lamps was so bleak that it was frightening. Jumping lightly on the ground.

The moon has been hiding for a long time, and the wind seems to be stronger, rolling up all kinds of known and unknown fallen leaves and dead grass and passing by quickly.

The road was not smooth and meandered forward until it disappeared into the invisible front. Qiu Xingzhi's figure was getting farther and farther away, and it was almost impossible to see clearly.

In a place that is too lonely, the wind that is hard to hear in the city has a jittery quality, like the sound of sobbing and crying, accompanying Qiu Xingzhi all the way to the end.

The cemetery, the path, the back, Chu Chengyu suddenly had a feeling that her son might not come back after walking to the end, trembled suddenly, and followed in a hurry.

She knew who her son came here to see, and no one disturbed her in such a late night.

Qiu Xingzhi was wearing a black shirt and a black woolen jacket. He didn't bring anything. When he came to his destination this time, Wei Yu's tombstone was newly erected. It rained yesterday, so it should be clean. He still took out the tombstone. Wipe a piece of veil from top to bottom, bend over, and wipe it slowly and carefully.

The cemetery covers a large area, but there is very little space for everyone, such as pigeon cages, neatly arranged, and only one person can stand between each row. Qiu Xingzhi is very tall, and after wiping Sitting cross-legged in front of the tombstone with difficulty, he turned his head sideways and stared at the photo for a long time, then reached out tremblingly to touch it.

Chu Chengyu stood beside a big tree behind, watching all this quietly.

The son didn't cry, just sat there, with one hand around his knees and the other touching the young Wei Yu in the photo.

The last time I came here, Wei Yu had just been buried. Qiu Xingzhi kept panting with red eyes and didn't cry. He stayed all afternoon before returning to the hospital. That night he had a high fever and was sent to the emergency room. When the nurse was tidying up the ward, he told Chu Chengyu, The pillows and sheets of the hospital bed were all soaked, probably due to high fever and sweating, especially the pillow, the liquid soaked through the cotton pillowcase, and most of the pillow core was wet.

Whether it was sweat or tears, Chu Chengyu wasn't sure.

Qiu Xingzhi grabbed the wind-blown messy hair, rolled his Adam's apple several times, retracted his hand touching the tombstone, hugged his bent legs with the other hand, and buried his head deeply in his knees.

The suppressed and dull crying sound was brought to Chu Chengyu's ears by the wind. She subconsciously wanted to go to accompany her son, took a step and then retreated.

Some pain cannot be soothed by any comfort, he doesn't need it, at least not at this moment, he just wants to be with Wei Yu and cry to his heart's content.

The heartache is so extreme and thick that it cannot be released through the lacrimal gland. It closes the five senses of the person and blocks the outlet of the person's emotions. Nothing can come out or go in until it is suffocated.

Then he rejected subconsciously, wanting to do something to resolve the extreme pain of not being able to breathe. The calmness of the past few days is because he is receiving, brewing, and fermenting. Now, he can expel a small amount of pain. The things fermented into a medium that can be released through crying, he still has the strength to cry, but it needs a process of accumulation.

He will survive.

Chu Chengyu stood by the tree for a long time.

When Qiu Xingzhi got up, he leaned over and kissed the tombstone. Chu Chengyu thought that her son would probably be able to live and work "normally" from now on, but it was difficult for him to get out of the memories brought to him by the people in the photos, which might last a lifetime.

When Wei Yu chatted with her once, he said that a lifetime is too long, who knows what will happen in the future.

Life will not stop for anyone, keep moving forward, day after day, year after year, some things may really be a lifetime, when the real life is over, you will feel that life is nothing more than that, so simple and hastily passed .

When Qiu Xingzhi walked out of the cemetery in the early morning light, there were people coming to sweep the grave outside. Looking at the men who walked out of the cemetery in the early morning, they all looked sideways with curiosity in their eyes. He got into the car with his hands on the steering wheel.

A message from their friend's WeChat group popped up on the mobile phone in the passenger seat: Qin Yi, that idiot, went abroad and said to find someone.

Qiu Xingzhi saw his own face in the rearview mirror. His beard was unshaven and his eyes were swollen more than walnuts. His lips were so chapped that blood leaked out. He had a strange face and a strange expression.

It was bleak, gray, and covered with a layer of mist, and the rising sun in the distance only printed a small spot of light in the middle of the pupil.

Wei Yu smiled and said, "Your eyes are beautiful."

Qiu Xingzhi rubbed his eyelids, he didn't look good like this, he wanted to go back and take a good bath to clean himself up.

"Why are you crying?" It was still Wei Yu's voice.

Qiu Xingzhi smiled at himself in the mirror, he had hallucinations, Wei Yu would never talk to him again, and he didn't cry now.

"Why are you crying?"

Qiu Xingzhi closed his eyes, and said in a very soft voice, "I miss you."

"I'm here."

Qiu Xingzhi paused, yes, Wei Yu has always been there, as long as he doesn't forget him, he will always be there, he nodded: "I know."

Which movie said that forgetting is the real passing away. From this dimension, Wei Yu will not disappear.

He will not forget him, life is too short, so short that he has no time to forget, this life is over.

"Okay, okay, what's wrong with you?"

I haven't slept for a long time, so sleepy.

Someone patted his face lightly, and the voice was very familiar: "Okay, are you having a nightmare? Wake up."

this voice...

Qiu Xingzhi's nose felt sore, and he subconsciously reached out to grab the hand: "Wei Yu."

"Huh?" Wei Yu seemed to be right in front of him, with a familiar warmth, "What's wrong? I'm here."

"Can you not go?" He didn't dare to open his eyes, fearing that nothing would happen, and when he opened his eyes, there would be nothing.

Wei Yu: "I'm not leaving, what's wrong with you? Did you drink too much yesterday and have nightmares?"

Following this hand to touch the body, Qiu Xingzhi held him tightly in his arms: "You are still there."

Even if it is a dream, he is willing.

The air was still for a while, and Qiu Xingzhi suddenly felt breathless, so he had to open his eyes. His sore eyes could not see clearly, and a blurred shadow lay in front of him, and something pressed his nose: "Are you awake now?" ?”

Qiu Xingzhi stared at this shadow, his eyes became clearer and clearer, the other person's face became clearer, 20%, 50%, 70%, more and more clear, and then stopped, like a program loaded to 99% progress, only the last A little blank waiting for the feedback from the head.

hundred percent.

The consciousness completely came back, and the face that filled his vision was the one he was crying and wanted to hug in his dream.

Wei Yu let go of the fingers pinching his nose: "It must have been a nightmare, I shed a lot of tears."

Qiu Xingzhi stared at Wei Yu.

The warm body feeling, the unscathed face, and the slightly mocking eyes are clearly alive, and it is his Wei Yu.

Wei Yu climbed out of bed beside him: "You drank too much yesterday, go take a shower first, this face is wet with tears, others will think I'm bullying you."

The eyes slowly turned to the side where the light came from, the curtains were wide open, the sun was too bright, it spilled into the balcony through the glass, and a small piece of it sneaked up on the floor of the room, it was already midsummer, the sun was full of fire, and it was a few meters away. Can feel the heat.

The air-conditioning created a suitable temperature. Qiu Xingzhi's whole body seemed to be soaked in cold paste, which was cold and sticky. He paused for a few seconds, knowing that it was sweat. His whole body was cold, and his face was a little sticky and tense. It feels dry and hard to the touch—the sequelae of crying.

Turning his head, beside the small desk against the wall, Wei Yu was concentrating on the computer, his slender index finger and middle finger were sliding quickly on the mouse, he was wearing the simplest light gray T-shirt and sports shorts, his hair was freshly trimmed, There was an imperceptibly shallow smile at the corner of his mouth, which matched perfectly with the blooming satisfaction at the corner of his eyes.

Wei Yu told him yesterday that the Suicheng branch was selling very well, and a local catering company approached him to ask for cooperation. Qiu Xingzhi wanted to celebrate him, but ended up drinking too much at night, and fell asleep all day long.

Also had nightmares.

Yes, Qiu Xingzhi now knows that he was dreaming, dreaming of Wei Yu...

"Wei Yu."

Wei Yu's eyes quickly slid through rows of data: "What? Headache?"

Qiu Xingzhi closed his eyes, the heart-wrenching pain that almost killed people in the dream was still there, so clear, he tried to get away from the prostration and powerlessness of the nightmare, and he paused for a long time before he said dumbly: "Good morning."

Good morning, a new day, you are still here.

It was just a nightmare, when he woke up, the sun was still there, and the person he loved was smiling at him not far away.

That's great, he is extremely grateful, thankful for everything, thanking Wei Yu, thanking fate and God.

Wei Yu stared at Qiu Xingzhi, always feeling that he was a bit weird today: "Go take a shower, the sheets and pillows are all wet, and there is breakfast in the kitchen."

Qiu Xingzhi closed his eyes again, jumped up from the bed, skillfully removed the sheets and pillowcases and sent them to the washing machine, and moved the sweaty pillows to the balcony to bask in the sun: "I'll be fine soon."

Wei Yu looked at him amusedly, he was exhausted a few minutes ago as if he had exhausted all his energy, but now he was shaking again.

In the bathroom, Qiu Xingzhi saw his face in the mirror, his eyes were swollen like steamed buns, his hair was messed up on his head, he looked haggard and tired.

For the first time, he knew that dreaming would overdraw so much energy, and now he still has lingering fears, and couldn't help but move the bathroom door: "Wei Yu."

"Yes." Wei Yu looked at him, "Forgot to take something?"

Nothing is important, as long as you haven't been forgotten: "No, I'll take a shower."

"..." Did this person lose his head from alcohol?

Quickly take care of himself, Qiu Xingzhi walked to the desk with the steam, Wei Yu looked up at him, Qiu Xingzhi's eyes became hot, he stretched out his hand to grab the man and pushed him gently against the wall, and kissed him desperately.

Wei Yu was taken off his strength by his kiss, although it is not uncommon for him to be so energetic early in the morning, but today he seems to be extraordinarily vicious.

In a daze, he was hugged by Qiu Xingzhi and placed on the desk. Qiu Xingzhi gasped and shouted: "Wei Yu."

"Uh... um."

"Wei Yu."

"Yes... yes." Wei Yu's finger pierced | into Qiu Xingzhi's hair, "Fuck, can you lighten up..."

Although he has long been used to this kind of thing, Qiu Xingzhi seemed to be really crazy today. No matter what Wei Yu said, he kept calling his name. If he didn't agree, he kept calling until he answered. .

The wonderful weekend was gone again, Wei Yu dragged his sore body and fell asleep, Qiu Xingzhi hugged him tightly, and shouted: "Wei Yu."

Wei Yu wanted to scold you as fart, but felt that it was not appropriate, he was not a fart, so he had to scribble a reply, and got into Qiu Xingzhi's arms to sleep.

Qiu Xingzhi moved away a little, and stared at the eyebrows engraved in his heart for a long time. Seeing that the face of this person seemed to have changed in his eyes, he hugged him again.

"Wei Yu."

Why the hell is he still shouting, Wei Yu subconsciously said "Yes", "I'm here."

Man is there, be with him.

here I am.

will not separate.

will never.

The author has something to say: Keke, the dream is over here, and the next part is the sweet daily life, one by one small stories~~

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