Season Seven Unpaid

It's not that I didn't notice Fu Zhihe's changes.

Just as he knows me, I also know him better than anyone else.

If we want to say why, it is probably because we are the same in essence, no matter from which point of view.

A year seems to be very long, and it seems to pass in the blink of an eye. The sound of the wind flying in the heavy snow is tearing at the roots of my ears, as if it keeps saying something in my ears.

It said, Fu Zhihe is back.

The person you miss the most is back.

When I had nothing to do, I used to do calculations on draft paper. If the word "one year" is expanded, it is equal to 360 five days, 52 hours, 150 Minutes, three thousand one hundred and fifty thirty six thousand seconds.

A simple, insignificant word, turned into a terrifying and awe-inspiring number.

And the three words "Fu Zhihe" couldn't be more light, as if they would be blown away by the wind and wet by the rain at any time.

But, but.

When these three words are expanded, they have the magic power that makes me want to chase after my whole life. It is dangerous, it is a beautiful mask of the abyss, and I am afraid of it.

But I crave it, crave it.

It longs for me, too.

Standing cautiously on the shore, I looked up at it. There was an invisible edge between us. I knew that sooner or later someone would cross it.

The heavy snow that day was colder than any year, but when the lingering white mist with the temperature of Fu Zhihe appeared, my heart jumped hard. It broke out of the shell and burned my rational nerves to death.

I seem to be in pain in all my viscera, but I enjoy this pain. I thought that it must be me who took that step forward.

The crunch of black wheels breaking through the snow broke the barrier and I woke up.

A long-haired woman in a white mink vest stepped out of the car door opened by the driver, holding a cake box in her hand, and the man who had just stepped down behind him opened a white umbrella to cover her head, shielding her from the wind Snow.

Only then did I realize that besides me and Fu Zhihe, there are other people in this world.

The flying snow that the umbrella avoided floated on my body and adhered to the skin. The bitter temperature was like a needle piercing into the bones, heart, and blood.

It was too cold, too cold, and I couldn't help shivering.

I tried my best to restrain myself, but I still thought, it would be great if there were only me and Fu Zhihe in this world.

If only such a world existed.

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The last ray of light on the sea level also sank into the sea.

I looked up, and the bright moon with hooked corners had already emerged on the dark blue curtain, and the inconspicuous white stars were dotted around quietly, mixed with the other half of the colorful sky, which was unbelievably beautiful.

I wanted to laugh, and I did.

Seeing such a scene for the last time, did it come from the kindness of God finally merciful to me and giving me alms?

The waist-high sea water pushed me one after another, and I gradually lost my balance.

The temperature of the numb and stiff limbs spread and climbed up, eroding consciousness. I felt like I was lying on my back in the sea in a trance. At some point, a face appeared and was reflected on my already blurred retina.

It was an unfamiliar face, his eyes were hidden under black-rimmed glasses, and his facial features could not be seen clearly.

"Is the sea cold?" He stood on the wooden bridge, leaning over to look at me.

When my jaw touched the cold sea water, for some reason, I wanted to answer him, so I nodded with the last of my strength.

It was cold, colder than heavy snow.

The water submerged in the cheeks blocked the sight, the nasal cavity, the ears, the water rushed in first, the deep sea finally embraced me, dragged me into its belly, tried to split my body, and then swallowed it up .

Before the lack of oxygen came, a hand held me.

"Why do you want to die?"

he asked, and dragged me ashore.

Very strange person, his expression and tone are extremely calm, as if it is very common to save a person who is trying to commit suicide.

I lay on the shore, gasping for breath as I regained my breath, and he stood aside, as if waiting for me to answer his question.

But what should I answer? As long as I think of those words and everything that person brought me, I can't say anything.Would anyone be willing to poke open his pus-filled sores for others to see?

I do not want to.

So I answered him: I have no choice but to end my own life.

"What is your wish?" He asked suddenly.

wish?

I never thought I would be asked such a question.

My wish, what is my wish?

When I was 12 years old, I hoped that Ji Lian could love me and give me some of her love like any mother.

When I was 17 years old, I hoped that Fu Zhihe would not leave. I couldn't restrain myself from thinking about him every day when I couldn't see him.

When I was 20 years old, I hoped to return to the city to work. I gave up the music path and returned to the city where we grew up to wait for Fu Zhihe to come back.

At the age of 23, I waited for the sentence that I was waiting for all the time, and I wanted to freeze it forever in that moment.

On Christmas day when I was 24 years old, I was in Fu Zhihe's ward, and I heard him say a lot of things that he never told me. I want him to keep telling me in the future.

On my 25th birthday, I hope my father really died in that accident 25 years ago, and I hope I never was Ji Wufu.

"What is your wish?"

"My wish is to leave this world with another name."

The sea breeze has the temperature of heavy snow, and it rages on me with teeth and claws, but the man with black-rimmed glasses stands straight in place, as if he will not be affected in the slightest.

"as you wish."

He looked down at me, his eyes hidden behind the black-rimmed glasses seemed to reach through everything to the bottom of my heart, then he bent down and held out his hand.

"So, in exchange, would you give me your body?"

my body?

If such a disgusting body is of value to you.

"take it."

I reached out and took his hand.

Ji Wufu, male, from the city, decided to commit suicide when he became the No. 25 day of the 19-year-old adult.

Ji Wufu, Ji Wufu.

I wish I was truly fatherless.

After closing my eyes, I seem to have fallen into a dark and sweet dream.

In the dream, I was holding Fu Zhihe's hand, wearing the same little white dress, sitting in front of the piano, and playing four-hands with him.

That piece was better than any of the ones I learned later.

And Ji Lian stood in front of the glass window of the piano room, holding two bottles of water, waiting for us to finish class.

When Fu Zhihe and I walked out of the piano room and ran towards her, she squatted down, embraced us with open arms, and said softly: Thank you for your hard work, my precious sons.

Behind her, Fu Zhengming, who came from a distance, hung up the phone, stood still, looked at us, smiled and waited for us to walk towards him.

The pink petals that fell from the tree landed on Fu Zhengming's shoulders, on the berets of me and Fu Zhihe, and on Ji Lian's pleated skirt.

[Do you still want the name "Ji Wufu". ]

who is talking?

[If you don’t want it, can I give it to someone else. ]

No more, no more.

[Then please remember, you are no longer "Ji Wufu" from now on, you have nothing to do with this name. ]

Who am I then?

[You know, that's the name you gave yourself. ]

I gave... myself... a... name?

The wind blew the petals all over the sky, and lifted the white pleated skirt of the long-haired woman. She turned her head, smiled and stretched out her hands:

"Zhihe, Zhiqiang, come to mom quickly."

"We're going home."

Extra episode [-]. End

The author has something to say:

The second episode of the episode!Wrote for four hours I really (((

Continue tomorrow!By the way, starting today, I will send some red envelopes in the comments one after another, to surprise everyone (ntm