Uncle Ye: Maybe tomorrow

Ten years later.

When Conan saw Xiye, the lights of this big city were just beginning to shine brightly.

The child whom I haven't seen for a few years has grown a lot taller.

Conan smiled and patted the child's shoulder: "Xiaowei, Xiaowei, you have really grown taller. Brother, I thought you were going to be a lifetime combination with zzm."

Giving him a blank look, Xiye reached out to take his bag and threw it into the car.

"Get in the car." Xiye shook his head.

Conan sighed, after so many years, the child is still so arrogant.

"Going to eat?" Xiye asked him slightly tilting her head.

Conan scolded with a smile: "Eat Maofan, I just finished eating at Xiaoxiao's place, let's go to your place and go drink with my brother."

"You came here yourself?"

"It's not May [-]st, I came here with my girlfriend, but she has something to do, so I came by myself." Putting my hands behind my head, the old god Conan was there: "By the way, I will visit you old comrades-in-arms .”

Xiye also smiled, a rare smile in recent years, a genuinely happy, relaxed and comfortable smile.

It's drinking, it's really just drinking.

Conan looked at the room of less than 100 square meters, and it was a little messy. However, when Conan thought of his "kennel", he couldn't help giving Xiye a thumbs up in his heart.

"you live alone?"

Xiye handed him a few cans of beer, and by the way returned a disdainful expression of "you crap".

It is rare for the despised Conan not to despise him back. He just gurgled a can of beer, and his expression was full of genuine nostalgia.

Xiye didn't speak either.

Leaning on the sofa, the two drank in silence.

There were thousands of lights outside, but only one light was on in the living room.

Conan said to himself: Could it be that I am really old, why do I always think about some messy things in the past.

Shaking his head, he came back to realize that before he knew it, the empty wine jar beside the two of them had been dumped all over the floor.

"Yes, Xiaowei," Conan joked in amazement, "I still remember that you used to be poured out of a cup, and you were often helped back by mimika or brother-in-law..."

How long has it been since I heard that person's name mentioned? After that incident, in front of him, that person's name became a taboo...

Xiye was in a daze.

Conan didn't see it, but just fell into the memories on his own.

Memories, he will never have them again in his life, the youngest, the most innocent, the most passionate era, which makes him cry just thinking about it now.

Taking a sudden breath, Conan calmed down before he remembered something.

"Hey, Xiaowei, I remember you went home when you retired. Why haven't you been in Shanghai for a few years? If you didn't tell me with a smile, I wouldn't even know!"

Xiye had no expression on her face, she pursed her lips and said nothing.

Hey, if you don't say it, my brother won't believe it.

Conan smiled and put his arms around Xiye's shoulders, "Come on, drink, drink."

Feeling almost done, Conan asked the question just now again.

Xiaowei still didn't answer.

It was late at night, and Conan rubbed his eyes, feeling a little dizzy too.

"I told my parents I was in love with a guy and they kicked me out."

Perhaps it was because of drinking, Xiye's voice was a little hoarse and low, but it made him break out in a cold sweat for no reason.

Sober up, Conan looked at Xi Ye in shock, unbelievable, unbelievable.

Silence, silence in the living room.

Conan finally found his voice, "You, why are you still...?"

Not knowing what to say, Conan stared blankly at him, and then he could only gulp down his drink.

Finally calmed down, Conan pondered, "Then, does he know?"

Xiye turned around the beer can in his hand, and when it was empty, he staggered to the refrigerator to carry a pile, threw them all unsteadily on the ground, and then "plopped" down beside the sofa.

Open it and pour it down with a gurgling gurgling, but there was no light in Xiye's eyes.

"I have, for many years, not heard from him."

Really, for many years.

That year, when he was 21 years old, the base was on vacation, and they went back to their respective homes. After that, they never saw each other again.

When he returned to the base, the man's place was empty, and there was no breath of the man in the next room.

He pulled Mimika almost in a panic and asked, what's wrong, what about the sbad, where did he go, why didn't he come back, he, didn't he come back?

Mimika let him drag him, and didn't complain about the pain in his arm. He said that during the holiday, mystic had a little accident. He was fine, but his hand was injured, and he could no longer play professionally. He asked Mimika to mail his things to Back to Korea, from now on, the ends of the earth, never see each other again.

Xiye didn't believe it, he didn't believe it at all, almost trembling, he dialed that person's number over and over again, and listened to the reminder of the empty number on the phone over and over again.

From then on, the real world, never seen again.

In those two years, Xiye worked very hard, worked hard to reach the pinnacle of her career, worked hard to let more people know and see herself, worked hard, worked hard so that she could sleep well at night alone .

Then, after being overwhelmed by a tingling wrist, he quietly retired, and since then, there has been no news from the end of the world.

Conan was almost in tears.

(Well, I was actually on the verge of tears myself...)

Rubbing his eyes, Conan's heart hurts again and again. Their most beloved little boy, the most distressed little boy, for eight full years, the ground is a prison, and he stubbornly stays at the original point. It's called the flower of death.

He didn't even dare to think about what it was like to be a child for the past eight years, alone in such a big city, in this small house less than [-] square meters, during so many nights for the whole eight years, staying up over here.

Conan couldn't say anything.

The glare of the sun hit the hangover face, and Conan opened his eyes with a headache.

The hangover or something is so nasty, Conan has a splitting headache.

Look around to realize where you are.

"Xiaowei? Xiaowei?"

He was the only voice in the empty room.

Could it be that he's gone out, Conan thought, but where can he go this weekend early in the morning?

Conan was puzzled until he saw the note on the table.

It was still a child-like font, and he could barely recognize it, so he could only recognize it word by word with great effort.

"Conan, you are right, I should go to him, at least let him know, no matter what the result is, it can be regarded as an explanation for the past ten years."

A bolt from the blue, really a bolt from the blue.

Conan was dumbfounded, holding his head and trying to recall what kind of wicked things he said after being drunk yesterday.

……

"Then you go to him and tell him that even if you are rejected, you are not at a loss."

"What's the point of you doing this, he doesn't know"

"Brother is here waiting for you to come back, even if you are rejected, brother will lend you his shoulder to cry."

……

Conan's backhand is a slap, md, it really hurts.

Xiye, Xiye.

Conan was so flustered that he was very worried.

It wasn't until he walked out of the airport and breathed the slightly cold morning air in Busan that Xiye suddenly came to his senses and realized what he had done.

When the east was slightly bright in the morning, he felt that what Conan said was right.

I didn't sleep all night, and under the influence of alcohol, my brain was almost a paste.

Just remember to bring money, passport, and ID card, Xiye almost floated all the way to the airport.

She fell asleep all the way on the plane, but now, on a cool morning in May, Xiye was only wearing a short-sleeved Tshit, shivering, and finally fully awake.

Xiye froze in place, in a dilemma.

What the hell has he been doing these past few hours?

A taxi drove up next to him, and the uncle driver honked his horn to ask.

Come here, if you go back like this, you will definitely be laughed to death by Conan.

Xiye persuaded himself.

After gathering his composure, Xiye got into a taxi.

"where to?"

Xiye's Korean is still half-learned many years ago. After so many years, it's amazing that he hasn't forgotten it. Of course, it's still half-baked.

Xiye stuttered and reported an address.

It was the address mystic left when he came to report. After mystic left, he copied it down one by one. In eight years, with so many people coming and going, so many changes in the world, only this address seems to have melted into him. His flesh and blood will never be forgotten in life or death.

This is the only connection he has with sbad.

Although, eight years have passed, he can't guarantee at all whether his sbad can be found at this address.

Xiye looked out the window with a worried brow.

The streets of Busan are clean and beautiful, but they are also completely unfamiliar.

He is very confused now, his heart is beating fast, his forehead is leaning against the car window, and the cool temperature calms him down slightly.

He was so tired, he felt so tired, leaning against the car window, he thought he would be thinking wildly all the way, but unexpectedly, he fell asleep.

The uncle driver woke him up.

He looked around blankly, strange streets and strange countries, he couldn't deceive himself, this completely strange place made him panic.

The uncle driver called him and looked at him worriedly.

Only then did Xiye come to her senses, and took out her wallet to find that it was full of RMB.

At that moment, Xiye had the urge to turn around and go back home.

Holding the RMB foolishly, Xiye really didn't know what to do.

The driver uncle took the RMB with a smile, and comforted him in turn: "It's all right, my daughter is studying in China, and she can use it." He said, and gave a large bill of paper money.

Xiye stretched out her hand to take it in a daze. It was Korean won.

The uncle driver hesitated and said, "Young man, did you come by yourself?"

Xiye nodded blankly.

"Are you here to find a friend? Hey, I don't know how to pick up friends. You don't know each other well, and you don't speak Korean well. Your friend is really relieved..."

On this slightly cool morning, this morning when he was filled with panic and anxiety, miraculously, Xiye actually felt warm in his heart.

Thanks to the kind driver uncle, when Xiye got off the car, he smiled and waved goodbye to the uncle.

At the gate of the community, Xiye took a deep breath and walked forward firmly.

Sbad, are you there?