Little mortals' dreams come true

That night, Han Sheng returned to the day when he first fell in love.

It was a day that couldn't be more ordinary, going to class step by step, playing ball, self-study... Even the jokes I made with my classmates seemed to be old tunes that I had played many times.

So, when he accidentally passed the practice room and saw that dance, he was nailed to the spot defenselessly, as if he had been poisoned, and the Gu insects infested his bones and blood inch by inch, his limbs and bones All numb.

He has never had an artistic talent. No matter how good the music is, it is just the sound of the jingle, and there are no mountains, let alone flowing water.But on this day, when he stood in the dark corridor and looked at the light body through the glass, he seemed to see new buds, budding flowers, flying butterflies, rain waiting to fall, floating clouds, unmelted... The snow... Everything in the world turned into a soft light, bypassing the soft waist, flowing on the fingertips and feet, jumping, stretching, and spinning with the person, scattered like light smoke, floated into the air, intertwined, Formed into a small strand, it fell straight into Han Sheng's heart.In an instant, a place in my heart that had never been awakened trembled with the jingle of the guqin.

He doesn't know much about dancing. According to his previous knowledge, such a soft and tender dance should be danced by girls.

But the man with the mask, although he has a soft waist, is clearly a boy.

So, that night, when the phantom in front of him suddenly turned into a red curtain of wedding candles, he woke up suddenly, a chill spread down his spine, he didn't dare to look any further, and left hastily with his hands covered in cold sweat.

But in this dream, Han Sheng didn't leave. Although he was dreaming about the past, his memory stayed in the future.After several nights of tossing and insomnia, he accepted his heart frankly.For the first time, he saw himself clearly. All along, he took himself as his destination and was at ease, thinking that was what he wanted.After seeing that dance and that person, he realized that he wanted a place to go more than anyone else.Talk about freedom, but in fact, it is just floating dust in the air with nowhere to fall, and you can't rest when you are tired.Therefore, when he vaguely smelled a trace of the stability of his homeland from the long-lasting nostalgia, he made up his mind to break in no matter what.

Han Sheng stood quietly in the corridor, he would not run away, he was no longer afraid of the unprecedented emotion in his heart, he knew why, he figured it out, thought it through, and even put it into action Bai Meigui kissed the soft and moist lips under the mask without hesitation.

Han Sheng has had this dream countless times since the year Song Tiaodong died, and it is exactly the same every time.First, I saw the dance in my memory. When I saw the time when I was escaping, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly. The dancer took off his mask and walked towards him step by step with a smile.He wanted to reach out and touch that pale face, but he always woke up just when his fingertips were about to touch it.The dream was shattered, only his whisper remained in the empty night.

He called: "coltsfoot, Dongdong..."

It's like paying homage.

Later, this dream was repeated, and before he woke up, he could clearly know that he would never touch that face again, so he no longer stretched out his hand, no longer wished extravagantly, and just quietly waited for the man to turn around , took off the mask, and took a look at that gentle smile that could always tear him apart.

It was the same this time, after the sound of the piano stopped, Han Sheng stood outside the window, waiting for the little bit of honey in the dick at the end.However, the man stopped, but refused to turn around for a long time, just stood quietly, with a slender waist and a straight back, like a green pine in the snow, so lonely and so stubborn.

This figure, whom he had missed countless times, suddenly became strange.

Who is it, who is that...

Strange yet vaguely familiar.

You look back at me, take a look, please, look at me...

The long-standing calm was broken, Han Sheng rushed forward crazily, the wailing was still stuck in his throat, everything disappeared, and he woke up.

It was like a piece of my heart had been gouged out, it was empty, no, there was something floating in it, but he couldn't grasp it, couldn't touch it, that feeling was like fetching water with a hollowed-out bamboo basket, clearly seeing the water at the bottom of the well. Shuibo, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get any of it.

Li Fan was still asleep, and the red marks on his face disappeared a little.

In an instant, the trance of waking up dissipated, and memories mixed with blood flooded up. It wasn't the sharp pain of a new injury, but the dull pain of shattering and reorganizing limbs after the anesthetic wore off after the gauze was covered.

Han Sheng tilted his head slightly, looked at Li Fan's peaceful sleeping face, and suddenly remembered the day he celebrated his birthday with him, and in the end, he still forgot to buy him a cake.

As if some kind of seal had been released, many things that he hadn't looked at carefully came up one after another. He remembered the day when Li Fan asked him out for the first time, he not only completely forgot, but also left early, leaving Li Fan alone in the movie theater.

Thinking of Li Fan, in order to see him, he drove home late at night, and had a car accident due to fatigue driving, and spent three days in the hospital alone.

Thinking of Li Fan going to the breakfast stand with long queues in the morning, he said lightly that it was not troublesome.

Remember……

In the end, the memory stopped at the eyes that were so calm and without hatred when he left cruelly yesterday.

How many things did he endure in such a silent way?

How many things are actually all wrong?

It was the same back then, in fact he didn't do anything wrong, he just failed to save Dongdong, it's not that he didn't want to, it's just that he couldn't.

This was the first time that Han Sheng was able to remain calm when he remembered this incident.Only after the paranoid hatred faded did he realize that he had hated it for so many years, but he hadn't thought about it from the beginning to the end. Is this really Li Fan's fault?Back then, Li Fan wasn't the only one who went out with Dongdong. Those people, couldn't they be saved?The police only said that Dongdong stumbled and fell, but why did he go to such a dangerous place, everyone went out together, why did Li Fan stay alone, and apologized for not being able to save him.At that time, he collapsed to the point of going crazy, and there seemed to be a flood in his body. After hearing that sentence, it seemed that he had found a gap to vent, and his hatred crazily surged in one direction. Once he let it go, it would last for so many years.

The momentary prejudice covered my eyes, and many things changed unconsciously when I saw them.Now that I come back to my senses, the ones who were irritable, looked down upon, ridiculed, and hurt were all because of Li Fan's kindness to him.

Dongdong is gone, does he really hope that he will always be stuck in the past?

Can I, try, start a new life?

A thought escaped from the heavy regret and self-blame, so clear and clear, as if it had been stirring in the dark for a long time, and now it finally surfaced.

Han Sheng got up, reached out his hand to touch the soft hair beside Li Fan's ear, halfway through, his heart hurt, and he withdrew his hand in embarrassment.

Han Sheng looked at his fingertips, the corners of his mouth trembling, and he gave a very heavy wry smile.

How stupid I am to take so long without taking a good look at this person.

Or, I have already moved my heart, but I just dare not face it.

If he apologized well, would he still forgive him?

Wouldn't it be a happy thing to live together with him like this?