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00:13

Before going to bed last night, the doctor gave He Tianxi some diazepam. He slept for four hours and woke up in the early morning.

He collapsed at home a few days ago, was seen by He Jialin and sent to the hospital. After staying in the hospital for a few days, he was taken back to the old house by his worried mother to take care of him.

He lived at home for a few days, and every time he went downstairs, he felt a little pain in his head and a thorn in the tip of his heart, which he could not pull out or touch.

The room was very quiet in the early morning. There was a little rain outside the window, and the sound of knocking on the window was crisp.He Tianxi woke up and couldn't sleep, because of the effect of the medicine, his head was a little heavy and his thinking was a little slow. He curled up under the quilt for a while, and finally lifted the quilt and stepped on the floor barefoot.

He walked out of the door lightly with bare feet, and walked up the stairs along the corridor lit with warm yellow wall lamps.

His footsteps were a little wobbly, his body was bent, and his head was lowered, as if he could knock his head on the front steps at any time.

He Tianxi almost staggered to the third floor. He wandered slowly on the third floor like a homeless wandering spirit until the old-fashioned pendulum clock at home struck lightly.

00:30

He Tianxi stood at the door of the room where Xing Congjing had lived for several years, with his head against the door and his toes pressing hard against the gap in the door.

After a while, he banged his head lightly on the door.

The second, the third...

He repeated this action, and the sound of knocking on the door in the middle of the night floated dull and unusually clearly in the corridor on the third floor.

After repeating it a dozen times, He Tianxi gritted his teeth and opened the door of this room.

There are many rooms in He Tianxi's house, and there are many guest rooms on the third floor, but there are almost few bedding and decorations. Therefore, Xing Congjing has lived in this house for about five years. This room looks no different from other guest rooms.

He Tianxi bit her lip after opening the door.

He stood at the door for a long time, turned on the light and closed the door, slowly raised his steps and walked to the bed. He stared at the bed with his head down for a while, and saw that two pieces fell from the quilt. Dripping water, the dripping water was half the size of a knuckle on the quilt, He Tianxi sniffed.

He raised his hand and rubbed his itchy nose, then sneezed.

00:50

He Tianxi knelt on the carpet beside the bed, lying on the edge of the bed for a long time without moving.

After a while, his back twitched twice, and then he raised his head suddenly. He raised his arm and wiped his face casually for a while, and quickly went to bed, trying to find something on the wall at the head of the bed.

He squinted his eyes and stared at the wall seriously until he found a faded ink painting in the gap between the wall and the bed.

He was not a very good painter at the time, and he could barely draw a human figure. Then he added two wings to his body and a circle on his head.

Let him think about what Xing Congjing, who was fifteen or sixteen years old at the time, said about his painting...

"The drawing is ugly."

"Don't make noise, I'll draw you a painting to suppress evil spirits and exorcise demons, so that you will never have nightmares again at night."

"Which angel still manages to suppress evil and exorcise demons?"

"Ah... so what should I do? Do I want to draw Taoist priests? But I don't know how to draw Taoist priests..."

01:01

He Tianxi sat cross-legged on the bed with his head hanging for a while, his head was a little groggy, and he felt sleepy again.

He lowered his head and closed his eyes for a little nap. He bent his body, and when his head was lower and lower, and he was about to hit the bed, he vaguely seemed to hear someone calling his name.

"He Tianxi."

He Tianxi supported the sheet with his hands, and propped up his falling body in front of him. He still closed his eyes, and for a while he spoke softly in this late-night room where there was no one.

His voice was dry and hoarse, as if he was talking to himself: "Actually, I have never been able to figure out what you are thinking."

"..."

"I've been thinking about you over and over again these days. I've been thinking about you since we first met many years ago. I still can't understand you after thinking about it."

"..."

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed softly.

"Although I don't understand you all the time, I somehow believe that we can go on like this forever."

He whispered.

"I think I really owe a lot..."

"The kick that kicked you before was not intentional, why didn't you hide..."

"You won't think about my kicking you in the end, then I..."

He Tianxi paused for a long time while talking, and he held his breath for a long time before continuing to speak softly...

"That's not good."

His voice trembled, and he suppressed sporadic crying: "Did I never make you happy?"

"I wanted to apologize to you..."

He Tianxi lowered his head and raised his hand to scratch his hair, with a bit of dejection in his tone: "Yes, you are right, my mouth is too hard..."

"I wanted to apologize to you, but I couldn't say it, why couldn't I say it."

"I've always screwed things up, I've screwed up everything. I'm almost 30 and I've never done a good thing in my life."

"I haven't accomplished anything, I haven't done anything good. You're right, I'm just mud that won't support the wall."

After He Tianxi finished speaking, he fell silent again.

01:09

He Tianxi raised his head that had been hanging down, and he opened his eyes. With red eyes, he looked around the quiet room in panic.

What's the use of talking more.

The person who wanted him to hear could no longer hear.

He Tianxi's legs coiled on the bed shook uncontrollably.

For a while, he tilted his head.

"Xing Congjing."

You told me that you would take me away when you died, when do you think I should wait?

01:20

He Tianxi got off the bed, tapped his finger on the bedside table, and walked slowly along the bedside table to the direction of the desk.

There are a few books on the desk and a few pens in the pen holder.

This room is so simple that there are almost no traces of Xing Congjing's life.

He Tianxi tapped lightly on the table with his fingers, as if he wanted to tap some traces of that person's life here.

01:25

He Tianxi walked to the computer in the room, he pulled out the computer chair, and sat in front of the computer like a kid who just went to kindergarten.

He stared at himself on the computer screen, his face pale like a lonely wild ghost.

After he turned on the computer, he rummaged through the drawer and found a gray USB flash drive. He picked up the USB flash drive and stared at it for a while.

After the computer was turned on, he plugged in the USB flash drive that he had no memory of.

He found several video files from it.

Open the file in silence.

01:30

He Tianxi silently stared at the video recording played on the computer.

Because it was a hand-held video device, the lens shook a little. After a few minutes of noisy sound, he kept covering the lens with his hand and shook it to the side.

"Do not be silly."

This voice made He Tianxi pause for breath.

He reached out and pressed the pause button, slowed down for a while, and slowly dragged the video bar back.

"Do not be silly."

He repeated this sentence five or six times.

01:32

"My mother just bought me a new device, let me try it, don't bother me."

He Tianxi heard his own voice.

In the next screen of the video, Xing Congjing's face appeared.

Xing Congjing's face when he was 17 years old, his brows were slightly frowned, as if he didn't like the camera very much.

He Tianxi pressed the pause button, and he stared at Xing Congjing's profile in the camera.

01:33

"You can take pictures of yourself, or the scenery, what are you doing taking pictures of me?" Xing Congjing's voice carried his usual impatience.

He Tianxi in front of the computer screen pursed her lips.

He Tianxi laughed on the screen: "Why, are you shy?"

In the camera, Xing Congjing turned his face to the side and gave him a supercilious look.

He Tianxi propped his chin and stared at Xing Congjing in the camera. He heard himself say briskly, "It just so happens that you are graduating, try to take a picture with your hands, and delete it for you later. Don't be burdened by idols, okay?"

Xing Congjing turned his face to the camera, and after a while he reached out to try to grab the shooting equipment, and the camera turned away.

This video is over, and it only takes more than ten seconds.

04:49

He Tianxi stared at this video file for more than three hours.

05:00

At five o'clock, He Tianxi backed up several files in the USB flash drive before pulling out the USB flash drive and turning off the computer.

He held the USB flash drive tightly in his hands and left the room.

Because he sat quietly in front of the computer for a long time, when he got up, his eyes were dark for a moment, and finally he walked down the stairs slowly while supporting the wall.

The aunt at home seems to have gotten up and started preparing for the day's work.

He Tianxi quietly slipped out of the house.

05:10

When He Tianxi was a child, he liked to climb over the wall very much. He climbed over the wall and went to the yard of He Jialin's house next door to play with He Jialin.

When he was a child, the wall was very high, and he had to carry a ladder over, and asked He Jialin to let him put a ladder on this side of the wall as well.

Although the ladder is gone now, the wall is not so difficult to climb.

As if going back to his own home, He Tianxi turned into someone else's yard and sat on the steps of someone else's gate.

The temperature had dropped in November, and there was a patter of rain in the early morning, and the lawn in the yard was wet. He sat for a while and his trouser legs were also wet, and he hardly felt anything from the cold wind blowing on his body.

05:46

The aunt of He Jialin's family opened the door and was shocked when she saw He Tianxi. She hurriedly let him in and asked him what was going on.

He Tianxi took the towel and hot water from his aunt and shook his head: "It's okay, sister Jialin is still awake?"

The aunt looked a little puzzled, and finally asked He Tianxi if she wanted to go to the guest room to sleep for a while to warm up.

He Tianxi lowered his eyes and sipped hot tea: "Okay." He replied softly.

08:51

He Jialin knocked on his door and asked under her breath, "Tianxi, what's the matter, our aunt said you were early in the morning..."

He Tianxi lay quietly on the bed for three hours. Hearing the sound, he closed his eyes and tears rolled out instantly.

"Sister, can he not die? Do you think he can not die? Will he still be alive? I don't want him to die."

"What should I do? I don't want him to die."

"I just want him to live, no matter what, as long as he lives and asks me to do anything, I am willing to do it."