Little mortals' dreams come true

Li Ming's gaze softened a bit, he lowered his head and picked up the coffee and took a sip, his whole body seemed to relax, finally revealing some immaturity that hadn't completely faded away.

"I am scared,"

Dawn lowered her eyes:

"I hurt my brother badly before, and I even... said very bad things to him. So, I was afraid that he would be hurt emotionally, and it would always remind me of the old me. At that time, I was obviously the one who should stand by his side, but I chose to escape, and even stabbed him with other people..."

"Xiaofan doesn't blame you. Don't be sad. He has always cared about you. I can tell that he loves you very much."

Han Sheng comforted him cautiously, but his heart ached badly.The more guilty Li Ming felt, the more hurt Li Fan suffered at the beginning.But he can't blame anyone, even he himself scratched the wound.

Li Ming smiled wryly, with a slight sob in his voice:

"Yes, my brother won't blame me. He's just like that. He's used to me. But I can't forgive myself, Mr. Han, you don't know. I can't chase what I like. I only found out later that he was going to be on stage at that time, and I ruined him. I knew that it was the only thing he loved, so I pushed him back into the abyss with my own hands... "

Han Sheng was a little dizzy when he heard it, and said in puzzlement:

"What's on stage? What happened to Xiaofan's leg?"

Li Ming froze for a moment, a little surprised:

"Didn't brother tell you?"

Then he lowered his head again, with a more bitter tone:

"That's right, maybe he will never want to mention it. Mr. Han, do you know? My brother used to dance, classical dance, and he danced very well! If I didn't cause him to fall down the stairs and hurt his knee, he would definitely always Jump down, he likes to dance so much. It's me, it's all my fault, how can I forgive myself."

Han Sheng's heart began to beat violently. In an instant, his soul seemed to leave his body and arrive at a strange place.Not far away, a hurricane that was so dark that it could devour everything whizzed by, and the surrounding area was empty, and he had nowhere to hide, so he could only stand there in despair, waiting helplessly for the blade-like wind to pass through his body.

Dawn continued to speak:

"I only found out later from Mr. Lin that when he was injured, he was preparing for a performance. He had been practicing for a long time. He worked so hard, but in the end he could only watch others stand on the stage."

"When did this happen?"

Perhaps it was because Han Sheng's voice was too hoarse, Li Ming glanced at him worriedly, with doubts in his eyes.

"My brother was supposed to be a freshman at that time. Teacher Lin said that the performance was held in your school auditorium. Do you know? It seems to be a public welfare performance or something. By the way, Teacher Lin has a video of my brother's practice. I want Come here, do you want to see it?"

Han Sheng's hand was shaking when he took the phone. In fact, he didn't understand why he was so excited. There were two voices in his heart who kept arguing and shouting. One sneered and said there was such a coincidence, while the other was as manic as a beast. Uneasy, just kept repeating terrible guesses, almost gibberish.

Everything quieted down when Han Sheng's eyes fell on the paused phone screen.

The melodious sound of Guqin flowed out, and the slender boy stretched his body little by little with a mask on, his soft waist seemed to be wrapped in a light breeze, and there were light clouds floating under his feet...

Han Sheng only watched this dance once, but he recalled it thousands of times in his dreams. Now through the small mobile phone screen, listening to the sound of the guqin, which seems to have been distorted due to the recording equipment, seems to have returned to the past. In that dark corridor.

In a trance, everything became blurred, as if the past ten years were just a grotesque dream that he had watched too much, and he was still the young boy, separated by the dusty Glass, quietly watching an unnamed dance.

But in the end it's still different.

The angle at which the video was shot was different from the direction he was standing in. At the beginning, except for a few turns around halfway, what Han Sheng saw was mostly the back, while the video was shot from the front, and even the rear windows were in the scene. , It's just not clear, it's a dark piece.But Han Sheng knew that he was in that shadow at that time.

That day, he fled in a hurry at the end of the day, but the filming did not stop.When the last piano sound also slipped from the air and gradually disappeared, the dancers seemed to be still trapped in strong emotions, maintaining the final posture, with their chests rising and falling slightly.After a while, he withdrew his hand as if awakened from a dream, and walked towards the camera.

This dance should consume a lot of energy. In the video, the boy's heaving chest has never been smooth, and Han Sheng can even vaguely hear his slight panting.He grabbed the clothes on his chest with one hand and shook the wind, and the other hand clasped the mask on his face, lifted it up, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his elbow.Finally, the video stops at him bending over most of his face on the screen.

There was no doubt that it was Li Fan's face.

It was never Song Coltsfoot.

The hurricane hit, but there was no pain like cutting flesh as expected. It turned out that there was only a blank space in the center of the storm.

Han Sheng seemed to have suddenly lost the ability to express his emotions. At the moment when the video ended, he felt that his soul was torn apart and turned into many pieces. Some were crying, some were laughing, and some were just dazed. floating in the air.

Then, he had the illusion that he should have known about it long ago.The inexplicable slight disobedience I felt when I saw Song Tiaodong wearing a red dance dress back then, the overly calm feelings towards Song Tiaodong all the time, the sense of security that Li Fan gave him without knowing the source...all the unreasonable pasts are there. reasonable explanation.

It's like correcting the solution to the unknown in a math problem, and all the ideas that don't work are suddenly clear.

"Thank you."

He heard his own hoarse voice, as if it came from far away.

"Mr. Han, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?"

Seeing that Han Sheng's face was pale, and the hand that handed back the phone was visibly trembling, Liming couldn't help asking with some worry.

"Oh, it's fine, I'm fine."

Han Sheng came back to his senses a little, and put one hand on the coffee cup. The heat of the cup wall flowed from his fingertips into his body, like a fishing line, pulling him out of the boundless deep sea.

"Don't call Mr. Han. If you don't mind, just call me Brother. Don't worry, I will take good care of Xiaofan in the future. Don't blame yourself. I think, if he chooses, dance and you , he will choose you without hesitation. Take good care of yourself, seeing you happy will make Xiaofan very happy."

Han Sheng spoke word by word, like reaching out to snatch the self-mutilation knife from Li Ming's hand, but holding his own palm on the blade, his hand was covered with blood.

Li Ming stared blankly at half of Li Fan's face on the phone screen, the moisture in his eyes gathered and dispersed, and after a long while, he finally raised his head and smiled at Han Sheng in relief:

"That's right, you can't change anything if you have been entangled all the time. If you can live happily in the future, nothing will matter. Han...Brother Cheng, you and my brother will be fine in the future."

Han Sheng smiled:

"Don't worry, when I bring him back, we'll go see you together."

The two chatted for a few more words. Secretary Zhang called to confirm the meeting process, and Han Sheng paid the bill and left first.

On the way back to Wansheng, Han Sheng was still a little worried that he would not be able to concentrate on his work, and wondered if he should just postpone it until tomorrow, but when he entered the office, he found that he was unexpectedly calm.He was working as usual, and he was hardly distracted when he looked at the documents, but occasionally recalling the video, he would feel at a loss as to where he was.

When it was time to get off work, he habitually stuffed two unfinished documents in his briefcase, and then drove back to the apartment.

Opening the door, a familiar aura rushed over in an instant.Han Sheng put the briefcase on the top of the shoe cabinet, dragged off his coat, bent down and began to change his shoes.When the temperature rose last month, Han Sheng put away the strangely colored cotton slippers and replaced them with newly bought sandals.Two pairs of dark blue, one large and one small, neatly placed at the door.The larger pair has slight scuffs on the heel, while the smaller pair still looks like new when I bought it.

After Han Sheng changed his shoes, he looked down for a while, took out his phone and opened a countdown app, clicked on the homepage, and a few large characters came into view:

There are 42 days until the summer solstice.

The purposely enlarged numbers are like shackles, locking Han Sheng's almost uncontrollable turmoil in his heart.

He turned off the APP, squatted down, and arranged the brand-new slippers more evenly before walking into the living room with his briefcase.

Not very hungry, but he still cooked a bowl of quick-frozen dumplings for himself, sat at the empty dining table alone, and ate them tastelessly.Before cleaning up the dishes, he picked up his phone again, clicked on the countdown app, and looked at it several times as if he was sure of something.

The numbers haven't changed a bit.

After washing the dishes, he sat down at the desk near the balcony, intending to look at the documents he brought back. He was probably a little tired from the endless meetings today, and he began to feel absent-minded.The drawer at his feet seemed to have a sudden strong attraction. He hesitated for a while, but couldn't help but opened the tin box again.

The keychain with his name engraved on it lay quietly in the corner, and Han Sheng took it out and put it in his palm to examine it carefully.The doubts in his heart were resolved, and he already knew why this keychain fell into Li Fan's hands.Probably the moment he accidentally saw it last time, he had some vague guesses in his heart, so he was able to keep calm before dawn today.

Scenes from the video resurfaced in his mind, Han Sheng closed his eyes slightly, and carefully recalled the scene of Li Fan taking off his mask at the end of the video, still feeling unreal.The video was very clear, but he always felt as if he was watching it through a curtain, and everything seemed illusory.

On WeChat, Liming had already sent that video.Han Sheng didn't read it, but directly saved it to his phone, and then clicked on Li Fan's message box, trying to say hello as before, but he still didn't know what to send.

The last conversation was still at noon the day before yesterday. Li Fan sent over a newly practiced ink painting. There were two huge flat peaches on the white rice paper. They were round and very cute. Han Sheng couldn't help but think of the painting he saw in the art class at the same table when he was in elementary school. Operation.Han Sheng picked a thumb that was as round as a flat peach and sent it, but Li Fan didn't reply.

After sitting there for a while, Han Sheng still failed to find a topic.He closed WeChat in frustration, wanted to read the news, but unconsciously clicked on the countdown app again.

Still unshakable 42.

A little irritable.

Han Sheng left his phone on the desk, got up and walked to the balcony.It was almost dark, thick dark clouds rolled in the distance, and the humidity in the air was so saturated that you could feel sticky water when you took a sip.

Anxiety gradually magnified, Han Sheng pinched the corners of his eyes, went back to his room and poured a glass of water, and was about to drink when his phone rang.He walked to the desk with the glass in his hand, put the water glass aside casually, and unlocked the phone.

Just a weather warning text message.

City A will be cloudy and rainy for the next week, and the continuous orange rain warning makes people feel tired.

When he returned, he clicked on the countdown app again. This time, Han Sheng didn't even look at it carefully. He just glanced at it and quickly closed it, as if he had just touched it by mistake.But those brightly colored characters lingered like nails on the eyeballs.

He reached for the water glass on one side, but it seemed that his strength was exhausted for a moment. The glass slipped from his fingertips and shattered to the ground with a bang, splashing water everywhere.

A sharp pain exploded in his heart with the crisp sound. He wanted to bend down to pick up the fragments, but the pain was so great that he could only stretch out his hands to hold his chest, and then he found that his hands were shaking violently.

It's like being burned by a fire, it's not that it doesn't hurt, it's just that the piercing pain came up violently after he withdrew his hand.

The pain was unforeseen but expected.

Han Sheng stood half arched, his feet were weak, he could only hold the corner of the table with one hand, and hold his chest firmly with the other.

"sorry,"

He stared blankly at the shattered glass, as if looking at his outrageously wrong love:

"I'm sorry, Xiaofan, I can't hold on anymore, I miss you so much, I want to see you so much, I really... can't wait any longer..."