[Double North] Fate

When the alarm clock rang, He Jiong just woke up from a dreamless and peaceful sleep.

The large double bed area was completely occupied by him alone.He got up and stretched himself, and immediately became energetic.The hazy morning sunlight poured in through the translucent curtains and stayed on the bedside table by the window.There was a glass bottle on the counter, and He Jiong's eyes stayed on it.

Every household seems to have a few bottles for flower arrangements, but for most people, they are just thrown in the storage room, and they only see the sun once every ten days and a half months.The same is true of He Jiong's house; the vase is very old and was not used often before.He Jiong took it out of the box at the end of last year to prevent it from eating dust with other small appliances that have not been used for many years, old magazines collected five years ago, and the like.

People often need an opportunity to change.He found that as a middle-aged man in his 40s, he still fell in love with this plant that represented the strong, fiery love of young people composed of impulse and obsession. matter.

A sprig of fresh roses in a glass vase.Delicate and beautiful, the petals that have just opened are stretched in the morning sun, as if even if there is no wind around, they can tremble slightly because of their tenderness and fragility.

He Jiong stared at it, bent down, and a scent of fragrance penetrated into his nose.He held the flower bud with his hand, and kissed on the side: "Good morning."

Then there was the usual process before going to work. He got out of bed, put on his slippers, went to the kitchen to boil hot water, added water to the steamer, lit the fire, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

After the Xingsha Little Holy Grail War that he experienced six months ago, when He Jiong woke up again, three full days had passed.He was lying on a hospital bed with his right hand wrapped in gauze, and was told by the nurse that he was sent to the hospital by a kind passer-by.A blood-stained, dirty white shirt was stacked next to the pillow.There is also an old cell phone on his clothes, which is his own and is no longer used.Next to it was a pitiful rose whose stem had been simply cut off, and the flower withered until only one petal remained red.

"You were still in a coma when you entered the hospital, holding the shirt in your arms, holding a rose tightly in your hand, and refused to let go. We couldn't just pull out all the roses, so we had to cut the rose stems, Break apart one finger at a time to bandage your inner wound. The thorns on the stem can pierce your hand with blood holes... We thought it might be something important. But it can't be helped, it withered Soon. The last petal of the rose is already like that..."

He Jiong still remembers what the nurse said to him.After that, he found that he was always staring at the roses in the roadside flower shop strangely.At first he just put his feet down and looked at it, but later he saw a lot, and he was embarrassed not to buy it.But I was too embarrassed to buy it. The boss cheerfully asked, "Is it for my wife?" He always smiled and didn't answer.

The white shirt - just bought that morning, it was ruined before noon - can't be worn, he just washed the blood on the fabric as much as possible, leaving only a very light yellow mark, and covered it with a dust jacket Well, it hangs with countless formal clothes in my closet.

The old mobile phone was taken back to the bedside table by him.On the day he came home from the hospital, he sat on the sofa in the living room and opened the old mobile phone that had been used by only one other person besides himself.After looking through the few text messages, he found an unsent text message in the draft box, and his number was filled in the recipient.

"To my wife"

Night flight, a paper airplane travels around the night sky.The black shadow of the white eagle pierces the cloud mountain, and its howling cry is like playing heavenly music, wanting to call the golden crow.Traveling through the wind, the sound is so powerful that it gathers, stirs, echoes in the sky, and rains down thousands of mountains.Clouds are like distant barriers holding fog, and like river waves piled up with foam. Standing on them, you can watch the snowfield on the top of Tibet, and the white ground is flying frost.

Although the scenery of the moon sky is beautiful, it is like flowers on the ground.The blood is bright and burning.A pair of stars, twinkling, dimmer than eyes.Yue Yizhi, slightly happy, thinner than lips.

How do you think about it?What to do with it.

There is no one around, and the sun falls from the sky.

In the heart of the longevity crow, the eternal magnificence flows through the end of the Milky Way.

The name of the receiving number is "My dear-Kong Suailuo".

He Jiong thought for a while.Yes, Caster had told him about the biography of his own spiritual power provider.Consuelo is Saint-Exupery's beloved wife. When he was young, Saint-Exupery wrote countless love letters to her in order to pursue her. After marriage, he also regarded her as an arrogant and always angry person. Rose has been written into the famous fairy tale "The Little Prince".

But this letter is different.

"How do you think about it? How do you treat it. There is no one around, and the sky is on fire." He Jiong read it again.Very simple word puzzles, like the little tricks that man likes to play with him.

Such as watching his show for entertainment as a study of his life, such as calling him endearing names in different ways, such as hiding and performing boring old-fashioned scare pranks, such as showing him how paper airplanes can become A real plane, take him to the sky to see the stars above the sea of ​​clouds.

"You can't be around people, the sun falls and the sky fires."

"he Jiong".

This letter was written by that person to He Jiong.

To his wife, his rose, his only Consuelo.

The snow-white pages on the wall that were written with He Jiong's manuscripts disappeared, the fence flower pots that made the house full of vitality like roses disappeared, the paper airplanes disappeared, the back of the kitchen making breakfast disappeared, and the beautifully arranged garden near the entrance disappeared. The meticulous slippers disappeared, the sleeping figure on the sofa covered with a blanket disappeared, the sound of high heels of boots walking up and down on the wooden floor disappeared, the eyes, smiles, touches, kisses——

There was a ding sound from the electric kettle far away from the kitchen.He realized that the extra coffee cup could go back to the deepest part of the cupboard.

At this time, in the room where there was no trace of others left and completely returned to his own pace, He Jiong buried his face in the palms of his hands, and silently burst out that he only existed this time in his memory, and he never thought of it again. Crying silently.

Several months passed, and the Star Sand Little Holy Grail War, which alarmed the Magic Association as far away as London, England, finally settled.The impact of this subspecies Holy Grail War on the world of ordinary people has been completely eliminated by the investigators sent by the Magic Association.The little holy grail that disappeared from the fallen He Jiong that day was also recovered by the Xingsha Museum from the hands of the folks, and turned back into an ordinary cultural relic, lying quietly in the exhibition hall.As the only participant still alive in the world, He Jiong has provided some help to the association one after another, which has also eased his relationship with his family.After several weeks of finishing work, he still stayed at Xingsha's local station to continue working as a host, fulfilling his life dream of bringing happiness to TV audiences.

The busy life never made him really stop and wait.Just two days ago, Taili also told him that a new variety show with the theme of criminal investigation and reasoning needs to be co-hosted by him and a foreign host who has just arrived in China.When He Jiong got the relevant information about the program, he read it carefully. Although it is a type of program that he has never been exposed to, variety shows and entertainment have always been his strong point.It is good to leave the content of reasoning and law to a partner with a professional background. He is just curious about what a new partner he has never seen will look like.

Soon after coming to the TV station in the morning, it was close to the time for the first recording of a new program. He Jiong was reviewing today's host script in the dressing room.His slender fingers slid across the beautifully handwritten pages of the notes, and the rustling sound of reading came from the small room.

There was a sound from the door, He Jiong looked up, and the assistant was leading the host partner who had rushed in: "Mr. He, this is Mr. Benjamin, a Chinese host from France. His Chinese is very fluent. This time The show will also be co-hosted with you in Chinese. The director is still setting up the scene, and will be here in about 15 minutes. Let’s talk first.”

As he said that, the assistant took out the ringing phone and did not forget to bring it to the door.For a moment, the room was silent.He Jiong stood where he was, as if he had forgotten his identity, etiquette, and all professional experience and accomplishments, and remained motionless like a stone sculpture.

Mr. Benjamin, a foreigner, was very proactive. Wearing a suit in line with his legal professional temperament, he extended his hand politely and spoke in standard Mandarin: "Benjamin Desrosiers, Chinese-French mixed race, from Paris. You I have watched the program of , the hosting style is flexible and changeable, and the adjustment of the atmosphere can be said to be at the top of the industry. I really appreciate your professionalism in front of the camera. Please forgive me for telling the program team not to leak in advance My personal information, because I wish to introduce myself to you in person."

Faced with the outstretched hand, of course it is impossible to hesitate any longer. He Jiong let go of hesitation, put on a gentle professional smile as much as possible and stretched out his hand: "Mr. Benjamin, you have won the award. I am He Jiong. I hope we will have a happy cooperation in the program in the future—— "

The two hands were about to hold each other, but the other party suddenly withdrew his hand, turned his wrist dazzledly, and a rose appeared in the palm of his hand, which attracted He Jiong's eyes.

Blood red, opening.

He Jiong raised his eyes abruptly, and directly bumped into the pair of smiling eyes.

"I forgot to introduce, my Chinese name is Sa Beining. —— Teacher He, my roses are blooming. So, I came to see you as promised."

He Jiong thought as if he had seen countless revisited scenes when he dreamed back at midnight.But at this time, he couldn't make any expression immediately, which was suitable for the reunion after death.

"At the end of March, on the night of my 43rd birthday, I had a dream. In the dream, I received a memory that was enough to live for several days. It was another me, or it was me ——The 43-year-old Sa Beining was forcibly requisitioned by the heroic spirit Saint-Exupéry as a possessed body, landed as a heroic spirit foundation on the throne of the heroic spirit, and was then summoned to the present world to participate in an event that took place in modern China Memories of the Holy Grail War."

"Caster..." He Jiong murmured.The black clothes that I hadn't seen for a long time came back to my mind, and it hurt my heart slightly.

"Yes, it's me. Master," Sabenin immediately agreed as if he was very familiar with this title, "After receiving the memory of participating in the Holy Grail War with you as a combat partner, I immediately prepared to leave China. It just so happens that my major is law, and I have always liked Chinese culture and the Chinese language very much. I have also done several programs for Chinese channels in France. Xiangliu Provincial TV Station is very satisfied with my application.”

He Jiong seemed to remember something: "... No wonder you seemed so interested in my show at that time."

"That's right. Because I, like you, am a magician and a host in the non-magic world, and I love my profession very much," he said with a smile, "You know, Mr. He. During the Holy Grail War, I suddenly had a wish for the Holy Grail in the middle. I thought that if I could win, I would make a wish to the Holy Grail to be able to incarnate through the magic power of the Holy Grail, have a human body, and spend my life with you. But the Little Holy Grail After being destroyed, the Great Holy Grail, which is the main body of the wish machine, cannot be activated, so I can only choose to give up."

He suddenly restrained his smile, and looked at He Jiong solemnly and seriously.The eyes are deep and heavy, and the meaning in them makes it difficult for He Jiong to breathe for a moment.

"If it is possible to spend a lifetime with you by incarnation, it will only be this life. I can only love you for the rest of my life, and I am not satisfied with this at all. So I thought, in After my life as a servant is over, I can pass on this memory to another living self in the world that still has a human body, so that the human self can spend the rest of its life loving you. It sounds like the same thing, but A difference has been made out of sight—do you know what it is?"

He got closer to He Jiong and sold a trick.

"What... what?" He Jiong couldn't think of it, and he even tried to avoid thinking about it as much as possible.Whenever he thinks about Caster, the trauma of his disappearance makes his heart ache.

"As a follower, when I returned to the Throne of Heroes, I engraved my memory on Saint-Exupéry's Heroic Spirit Foundation. No matter when, where, under any circumstances, or by whomever I prayed for, as long as I Awakened as a servant and gained a new life, I will remember all the time I spent with you in the Holy Grail War in Xingsha, just like remembering my own magic ability and treasure. For example, you made a paper airplane for me, Scared of my injuries and picked out a new and beautiful suit for me."

He kissed the full blooming flower in his hand.

"Mr. Jiong, you are my eternal rose. I will love you as long as I can be with eternity."

Hearing such a direct and passionate confession, He Jiong didn't know when he would become red to the root of his ears, like a rose.But he still said hoarsely: "But, Sa Beining, you made me wait from winter to summer. Moreover, you waited with the idea that I would never see you again in my lifetime."

Sabine was choked upright.He lowered his head, like a good boy who accidentally made a mistake, and begged for his forgiveness: "I know you may not forgive me, so I'm already mentally prepared. Mr. He, if you don't promise the rest of your life and me Spend it together, then please allow me to accompany you before my life disappears again, like your little prince, like a servant who signed a contract with you for a lifetime, protect you, respect and love you—”

In fact, as early as the moment he walked in the door, He Jiong had already believed in it.

He is not his Caster. ——However, he is his Sabine.

Those pure shining eyes, the gaze that melted into those eyes looking at him tenderly and lovingly, and the naughty child-like soul hidden behind those eyes, were all exactly the same.His soul, whether it is in the spiritual base of a follower or in a human body, is so restless and impatient. It jumps out of the body and becomes a seven or eight-year-old who is full of curiosity about everything. The children circled around him, looked here and there, threw themselves on him and grabbed his clothes and asked coquettishly: "Mr. He Jiong, Mr. He Jiong. Do you like me? Look how much I love you ——It’s okay if you like me, please, please.”

He Jiong never pretends to be innocent like a child in the show.He does have that side, on stage, among friends, and in front of the audience, he can burst out with youthful vitality that does not match his age.But this is different from the innocence brought to him by Sabine.When the soul of Sabinin, a little boy who was only seven or eight years old, approached him bouncingly and walked towards him, his soul could not help but squat down to look at him gently, and then he did not know when His soul has also become only seven or eight years old. With a childish and pretending to be calm smile on his face, he walks briskly to the other party's side and gives him a full hug: "Okay, Sasa. Be obedient and stop making trouble. You Look, don't I like you too?"

He Jiong took a step forward, took Sa Beining's hand, and kissed the plump and magnificent rose he had just kissed.He said, "I kiss the roses by my bed like this every morning."

His eyes stared straight at Sa Beining, who showed surprise but was still a little nervous.It has to be said that both parties are not stingy about their straight-forward approach when it comes to expressing and seeking love.Sa Beining then tapped the corner of his mouth: "Mr. He, can you kiss here again every morning? Every morning." He emphasized.

He Jiong took another step forward, shortening the distance between the two so that even the sound of natural breathing could be heard clearly.He leaned forward and pecked lightly where his fingers were pointing.The speed was so fast that it was too late for Sa Beining's fingers to withdraw; so the fingertips also got the kiss, and the warm feeling fluttered lightly on the skin.

"That's exactly what I mean, dear teacher Sa," He Jiong frankly looked at Sa Beining who had been overwhelmed by his strong offensive, "every morning, I would first kiss the flower that bloomed on our bedside." Roses; then, kiss you in the same way. Every morning.” He finished speaking slowly, emphasizing the last four words, and admiring the blush gradually climbing up the face of the opposite gentleman, he couldn’t help biting maliciously Smile with lower lip.

"You are so bad, Teacher He," Sa Beining hugged the other party tightly, as if this would make him sure that he would not lose him again, "I'm so shy. I can't even look at you properly."

"Who told you to keep me waiting for so long, don't you allow me to play tricks on you once." A gentle but bitter voice came out of Sa Beining's embrace quietly.Sa Beining caressed the back of the man in his arms distressedly, wanting to touch every corner of his body with his palm, to dispel those loneliness and to make it stained with his own breath.

"In the future, our life will be like this: we wake up in the same bed in the morning, you kiss our rose first, and then kiss me. I will happily run to the kitchen and make two people Sometimes it’s Chinese-style soy milk fritters, sometimes it’s French-style rose muffins. After breakfast, I’ll fix your suit and you help me tie my tie. We went downstairs holding hands, got in the car, and drove to Work at the TV station. From time to time, we can meet at lunch, or participate in the recording of the same program, the director deliberately does not tell us of each other's existence, when we meet on the set of the program, we simultaneously look away from the script and look up, you Look at me, I look at you, look at each other and smile..."

Like a newly married young man, he excitedly described the future life for his lover.His new-wed partner did not interrupt his dreamy whispers that were about to turn into fairy tales, but just swallowed the honey in the words.

Speaking of happiness, let's rain some rose petals.Tear off two blank pages of manuscript paper and fold a pair of little white foxes, jumping back and forth on their shoulders.

They are in this small room, quietly enjoying the tranquility when everything is settled, and the time for the two of them before the busy work begins.

The author has something to say: the end of the flowers!

I encountered a lot of difficulties in the process of writing, but I overcame them in the end.This work is already a satisfactory answer to myself; but I still hope that this happiness can be shared with my readers.So if you find it interesting, moving, or a little emotional after reading it, I am already very happy.

The main text of the article is over, I will update the text setting collection of this work after a short break, add some content that is not mentioned or explained in the article, and also count small details such as easter eggs.

Then, thanks again to my three friends, Shiqi, Tuzi and Sasha, for their help!Everyone, goodbye to our text setting center!