Mu Zhiqiu

Chapter [-]

The autumn outside the window is getting colder, and the wind comes in through the gap and wakes up Ziqiu who is lying on the hospital bed.

She opened her eyes and looked at the palm in her palm, it was still there.She pressed her cheek into his palm, tears streaming from the corners of her red and swollen eyes.

She knelt beside his bed, approached his cheek, and whispered in his ear.

"Yanmu, can you wake up? Wake up, I'm so scared! I'm really scared!" Ziqiu held his hand, distraught.

"Ziqiu!" Ai Jia came over and hugged her from behind, comforting her.

"He won't abandon me! Ai Jia, tell him for me that I really, really like him so much. Help me!" Ziqiu turned around, hugged Ai Jia and cried bitterly.

"Ziqiu, you have to accept the reality. The doctor said that we have to be mentally prepared. My brother may become a vegetable, and he may leave at any time!" Ai Jia reluctantly told the truth. She couldn't believe that leaving a few months ago was the last time say.Sorrow came over her, making her feel that death was near, that life was so fragile.

"Yanmu, wake up, open your eyes and tell me that you will still be alive." Ziqiu collapsed on the ground.

"Yanmu, do you still remember that time when I went to the ancient town to paint? My leg was broken. I thought I would die, but I didn't expect to live to this day. You are stronger than me! You taught me to be strong! "

"Yanmu, do you still remember the slate glutinous rice cake? When you are well, take me back."

"Yanmu, Dabai is lost. Wake up, let's go find him. He must have gone looking for you because he didn't come home."

"Wake up, as long as you wake up, let me go, I will go, and I will never come to you. Okay? Wake up! How can I leave if you don't talk?"

"Iwaki!"

"Iwaki!"

Ziqiu cried hissingly.

Suddenly, she felt a slight movement in her palm, and she felt his fingers move in her palm.Ziqiu froze for half a second, opened his mouth, and then put his face in his palm.Tears flowed warmly in his palm, Yanmu, did you feel it?

"Yanmu, I'm Ziqiu!" She was ecstatic, speaking softly, for fear of startling him who just woke up.

Xu Yanmu, who had been in a coma for more than a few months, woke up, but he could only blink. The moment he saw Ziqiu, he burst into tears.

He heard what Ziqiu said to him and the stories he told, but he couldn't speak.He didn't want to see her so sad, he thought that if he could live for one more second, he could be with her for one more second, and he tried his best to race against life.

"Brother!" Ai Jia came over, squatting on the edge of the hospital bed and sobbing.

"Yanmu, you finally woke up!" She held his hand and looked at him silently, time seemed to freeze, only Ziqiu's heartbeat could be heard.

Yanmu frowned, moved the corners of his mouth vigorously, but couldn't speak.His eyes were shining, unusually bright, looking at Ziqiu and Ai Jia with deep eyes.

"elder brother!"

"Yanmu!" Ziqiu looked at the corners of Yanmu's eyes slowly drooping, and he focused on Ziqiu's palm holding him tightly.

Ziqiu held her breath, her heart beat faster, and her breathing became short of breath. She felt Xu Yanmu's fingers writing slowly on her palm.Ziqiu endured his grief, closed his mouth tightly, looked at Yanmu sadly and shook his head vigorously.

Xu Yanmu used all his strength to write sorry on the palm of her hand with his fingers, but before he finished writing, Ziqiu felt his fingers rest on the last stroke, and closed his eyes forever.

"Yanmu! Yanmu!" Looking at his hanging hand, Ziqiu threw himself on him and cried loudly.

Three days later, a funeral was held for Xu Yanmu.

That day, the sky was clear, only the wind was whistling in my ears, as if whispering something.

Many people came to the funeral, and they all came to mourn the departed heroes.

Ziqiu was wearing the wedding dress he sewed for her, holding his ashes tightly in her arms. She didn't speak, but quietly looked into the distance, and finally buried his ashes with Xiao Ruoran.

There are photos of him and her on the tombstone, how sweetly she and he smile.

"Ziqiu, let's go!" Ai Jia begged, holding her hand.

"You go first, I want to stay for a while!"

"But..." Before Ai Jia finished speaking, Li Heng came over and took her hand and left.

"Let her stay alone! We'll pick her up later!" Heng Yi said softly.

After Xu Yanmu died, Ziqiu stayed in Tibet.

Ai Jia took all her brother's belongings back to her hometown, and Ziqiu lived in Yanmu's house during her days in Tibet.

She regards this place as her own home, and she feels that he is still living by his side.

She goes to the Jokhang Temple every week to worship, kneeling and kowtowing.

The lonely sadness made Ziqiu's eyes hurt, the market vision was blurred, and the flash was severe.

Why did she come?Why did she stay?Her heart was hollowed out, she often suffered from insomnia and could not sleep all night long.Her health is getting worse and worse, and she is becoming less and less adapted to the climate here.

She feels sick, yes.She has suffered from severe depression.And her eyes are getting worse.

She always felt that Yanmu was still alive, in every corner of the house, in every place here.

Ziqiu counts memories and sorrows to live.

What she didn't know was that Lin Muchuan was also counting the minutes.In fact, he knew that Ziqiu had gone to Tibet again.For a long time he was immersed in decadence and sadness.He knew that Ziqiu couldn't let Xu Yanmu go, as long as she felt happy, then let her go.

Since Ziqiu left, Lin Muchuan lived alone in the attic, watering the flowers for Ziqiu and learning how to cook.

He was still waiting for her, with that faint hope that she would come back.

One evening, Duo'er couldn't contact Ziqiu, thinking she would come back.So she ran to the attic to look for Ziqiu.At that time, Lin Muchuan heard that Xu Yanmu had passed away for more than a month.

Before leaving, Duo'er was very sad and lost.

"Are you okay? Is there anything I need help with?" Lin Muchuan looked at Duo'er who was depressed.

"Get Ziqiu back and love her well!" Duo'er sighed, smiled, turned and left.

"Thank you, I will!" he said, looking at her leaving figure.

After Duo'er left, Lin Muchuan returned to the company non-stop and briefly explained some things, preparing to take the train to Tibet early the next morning.

At night, Ziqiu, who was sitting by the bed, picked up the phone, only to realize that it was turned off. The phone hadn't been used for a long time. She charged it up and was about to call her mother.

Half an hour later, she received a call from Duo'er.

"Ziqiu, do you still believe in love?" Before Ziqiu could speak, Duo'er said in a low voice on the other end of the phone.

"What's the matter, silly girl, I... I believe it?" Ziqiu asked eagerly.

"I don't believe it anymore! What is love, go to hell!"

"Duo'er, what's wrong? Your boyfriend bullied you"

"He doesn't love me anymore, he doesn't love me anymore, Ziqiu, what should I do?"

"Wait for me, I'll take the fastest plane back."

"Ziqiu, I really miss those good times. It would be great if I stayed there forever!"

"Have you been drinking?" Ziqiu heard her talking incoherently.

"Drink a little bit to commemorate our lost youth, love, friendship...haha...yes, it will all be once..."

"where are you now?

"In our purest place, where my great love began."

"School?"

"Do you still remember our past?

"Yes, often!"

"I severed ties with my parents for his sake, and for his sake, I risked my life and went far away."

"Could it be that my feelings for him are not as good as a woman I just met. I have nothing now, nothing, nothing..."

"Duo'er, don't worry, don't worry, you still have me!

"What about you? Are you happy?

"I....

"Ziqiu, you must be happier than me! Find someone who loves you!"

"You have to prove that love is bliss, yes. Not all love is so vulnerable."

"Silly girl, everything will be fine, there's nothing hard to do!" Ziqiu comforted her.

"Ziqiu, if you come back later when you have time, please say sorry to my parents and younger brother for me."

"Duo'er, you..."

"Bang..." Ziqiu heard the voice on the phone that made her fall to the bottom.

No matter what she said on the phone, there was no response.

She was in a hurry, afraid that Duo'er would do something stupid.

Holding the phone tremblingly, she dialed Lin Muchuan's number, she was anxious like an ant on a hot pot.

The author has something to say:

17. "Death"

as if dying

use this life

Bloom the most beautiful flowers

growing in the vast sky

never fade smile

It's time that cuts off the years

braided into silk thread

in that endless darkness

Nurturing a budding fear

One stitch one thread

Stitching up the pain that has been encountered in life

one day heal

别 怕 啊

in that vast chaos

even if lost

forget yourself

also carry the appearance of love

别 怕 啊

what's scary

Remember to wear the clothes in the swaddle

An inch of loess

sprinkle on the road

Long

like a dream

fall asleep