Leftover temperature

Xinyou.

Nie's mansion.

"Yanyan didn't come this year?" Qi Xuechun looked at the vacant seat, feeling inexplicably disappointed.

She has been trying her best to make up for him these years, but it seems that no matter how hard she tries, Xia Shenyan no longer accepts it.Every time she showed weakness and flattery, he would hit him back with a soft stick. She had nothing to say, after all, she had sorry him too much.

I didn't think it before, but I seem to be getting old in recent years, only to gradually realize how stupid and selfish the things I did more than ten years ago in order to gain a firm foothold in the Nie family.

But no matter what their mother and son were like before and now, Xia Shenyan will still find time to come to Nie's house to see her every year.

However, not only did he not come this year, he even didn't give her the most basic greeting text messages and phone calls.

Originally, Qi Xuechun thought that he was busy with work, so he had no choice but to look forward to calling him back on New Year's Eve this year.

But in the end, the place specially reserved for him was still empty.

She couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was. She was frustrated, angry, and ashamed.

As a mother, this love has been delayed for 13 years.Maybe he really doesn't need it anymore.

Xia Shangzheng glanced at the empty seat, his expression was gloomy, his eyes were dim, and he hesitated to speak.

"What's the matter? Doesn't he want to come?" Qi Xuechun noticed Xia Shangzheng's hesitation.

She just wanted to know why he didn't come, even if it was just an excuse.

"No." Xia Shangzheng shook his head.

Qi Xuechun frowned: "What is that?"

Xia Zhenxi who was sitting beside him and Nie Zechen who was slumped on the sofa watching TV looked at him calmly.

Xia Shangzheng raised his eyes slightly, frowned and lowered his eyes and said, "I can't contact him anymore."

"What?" Qi Xuechun was taken aback.

Xia Shangzheng pinched his knuckles and said in a low voice, "I called him a month ago..."

"And then?" Qi Xuechun asked.

"It's an empty number."

Xia Zhenxi at the side was also stunned.

Xia Shangzheng gritted his teeth and continued: "At first I thought he had changed his phone number, but after asking other people, I found out that he had... disappeared for a year."

The Nie family mansion was suddenly silent.

Nie Zechen was dumbfounded, staring at the ceiling in awe, and suddenly remembered the disappearance of the young master of the Si family who had been in private some time ago.

Who doesn't know who the young master of the Si family is?

The relationship between Si Jinqing and Xia Canyan, who dare to ask who is a little bit involved with this circle is not clear?

And Xia Shenyan did seem to have not appeared in the audience's field of vision for a long time.The last movie he participated in was the one directed by Qi, but now the movie has not even reached the promotion period, let alone released.It's not unusual for movies to have long lead times.

So Xia Shenyan seemed to have disappeared out of thin air a long time ago.

Except for his fans occasionally chatting with him on Weibo he posted a year ago and asking about his recent situation, no one seems to have noticed his retirement.

but why?

Why did he leave?

"What is disappearance?" Qi Xuechun asked absently.Her heart seemed to be pulling a tight string, and her hand holding the chopsticks was a little unsteady.

Xia Shangzheng turned his head to the side as if to cover up, and said in a low voice, "I tracked him down, but every time I tracked him halfway, those traces disappeared without a trace. Maybe... Si Jinqing covered it up. "

The three were immediately speechless.

If Si Jinqing took Xia Canyan away, they would have nothing to say, after all these years, Si Jinqing had always been the person by Xia Canyan's side, and he was also the most qualified person to take him away.

"He... really hates us."

Qi Xuechun looked disappointedly at the dumplings specially prepared for Xia Shenyan on the dining table.She remembered that when she was a child, he loved to eat the corn dumplings made by her.

No one answered this sentence again.

For this New Year's Eve dinner, the person they were waiting for did not come.

....................................

Xia Shenyan put the book he had been reading for a long time on the coffee table beside him.

He rubbed the center of his brows, took a sip of hot water, feeling a little tired.

"Mr. Xia, is there anything I can do for you?"

Seeing that Xia Shenyan had finished reading the book, Ren Zhan immediately approached.

Xia Shenyan turned his head slightly to him and pulled the corner of his mouth, and said softly: "I want to sleep."

Ren Zhan understood what he meant, took another blanket and covered his lap politely, and said softly, "Then call me if you have anything to do, and I'll sit in the corridor."

Xia Shenyan laughed, and said: "Go inside, it's cold outside. Anyway, I sleep for a long time, so I won't wake up very early. Maybe when I open my eyes, he will come back."

Ren Zhan smiled, feeling a warm current in his heart, but still shook his head and said, "It's okay, I promised the master to guard you, and I want to wait for the master to come back. Anyway, I am in good health and can resist the cold."

Xia Shenyan knew that he couldn't persuade him, and he was tired now, so he didn't force him anymore.

When the sound of closing the door sounded, Xia Shenyan leaned on the soft recliner and let out a sigh of relief. He stared blankly at the familiar scenery outside the window, suddenly lost in thought.

"Meow~"

The old cat came over and rubbed against his legs and got down.

These days the old cat sleeps with him a lot.In the past, I always liked to lie on Xia Shenyan's lap, but now I don't know if I realized that Xia Shenyan had no strength to support it anymore, so I just fell asleep at his feet.

Xia Shenyan smiled, but didn't have the strength to bend down to touch it again. It seemed to feel something, and suddenly its front paws stood upright and grabbed his leg.Xia Shenyan couldn't help laughing, chuckled, and touched his little furry head as he wished.

The old cat "meowed" again, rubbed against the palm of his hand, retracted its paws contentedly, lay down at Xia Shenyan's feet, and continued to sleep.

At that time, most of the roses in the garden outside the window were already in full bloom, but many of them were still half-bloomed and not fully bloomed.

Nevertheless, the delicate and charming green pheasant petals and the charming and charming colors have already embellished this slightly bleak small courtyard.It adds a touch of splendor to this barren and monotonous winter.

Xia Shenyan tilted his head, and his eyes fell on the red rose in the porcelain vase on the coffee table.

After hesitating for a while, he reached out and took it out of the porcelain bottle and squeezed it in his hand.The thorns on the rose rhizomes have long been polished off, but the emerald green rhizomes are as hard and straight as ever, tightly supporting the delicate flowers that have already bloomed.

Xia Shenyan held it in the palm of his hand and admired it for a while, then gradually lost his strength, so he had to hold it loosely and put it on his lap.

His eyelids suddenly became heavy like lead, and he was a little sleepy.

However, just as he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly woke up for a moment, and turned his head to look out the window as if feeling something.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the white sky was finally willing to sprinkle silver ash on this afternoon at the end of the year.

The first snow in Nanyang.

The heavy snow is like the rustling goose feathers swayed by the gods, falling continuously, overturning Nanyang, where the winter rain has been continuous for most of the winter, sprinkled into the isolated Baihua Town, and disappeared in the human fireworks of Baihua Lane .

The white and translucent snow fell on the wet and cold ground, and instantly melted into the ground, turning into puddles of water, leaving no trace of when it came.

"It's snowing..."

Xia Shenyan murmured softly, and smiled palely with curved lips.

....................................

"Snowing?"

Xia Zhenxi and Xia Shangzheng looked out the window together.

"The snow came really late this year." Xia Zhenxi lowered her eyes, absent-minded.

Xia Shangzheng let out a "hmm" and didn't speak.

Maybe it's because I watched too much snow in the past, Xia Zhenxi didn't think there was anything surprising about the next snow this year.It's just that when he looked back, he saw Xia Shangzheng was still looking out the window dully, with an unclear expression.

She pulled the corner of her lower lip and couldn't help asking him: "You think of him, don't you?"

Xia Shangzheng frowned, glanced at her, but did not deny it.

Xia Zhenxi laughed, it was meaningful, I don't know if it was ridicule or something else.

"Yeah, he likes snow the most." Xia Zhenxi looked out of the window again, her tone softened suddenly, "It's just that I will never build a snowman with him again."

"Xixi..."

"Brother." Xia Zhenxi interrupted him calmly, looked at him calmly, "I really hate him."

Xia Shangzheng averted his eyes almost in embarrassment.

They all knew it wasn't true.For these years, Xia Zhenxi has been using these verbal dislikes to express his miss and blame for Xia Shenyan, but there has never been a moment when he did not love him and miss him.

"I dislike him."

I miss him so much.

"I hate him to death."

I miss him so much.

Xia Shangzheng lowered his eyes and didn't say a word.

After all, he is the culprit.

....................................

After Si Jinqing bought white roses from the flower market, he drove to Baihua Lane without stopping.

At this time, Nanyang and Xinyou's first snow had already fallen for three hours.

After arriving at Baihua Lane, he quickly got out of the car, opened the door and ran in before even pulling out the car key.

He couldn't wait to tell him the good news.

He is so happy.

From then on, they no longer have to be under the control of the Si family, and they can be together without any worries and obstacles.

After today is over, he can take Yanyan out of the country, and they will be together forever and will never come back.

"Owner!"

When Ren Zhan saw Si Jinqing come back, he was both surprised and happy.It's just that when I saw the injuries on his body, my heart still trembled slightly.

Fortunately, he was still sane, and Ren Zhan stopped Si Jinqing in time when he was about to open the door of the master bedroom to enter.

"Master, Mr. Xia is still sleeping." Ren Zhan whispered quickly.

Si Jinqing was stunned for a moment, recovered, and let out a breath. Only then did he realize that his reaction just now was a bit out of control.

Si Jinqing closed his eyes for a while, then raised his eyes and asked Ren Zhan, "Is Yanyan okay?"

Ren Zhan nodded and replied: "Dr. Xie came to see him this morning and said that he was in good condition. After lunch, he read a book. He must be tired and slept for more than three hours."

Dr. Xie is Si Jinqing's personal doctor.

However, more than three hours is really not surprising to Xia Shenyan's recent sleep duration.

"It's just the master..." Ren Zhan glanced at the flower garden, hesitated to speak, and his face was not very good.

Si Jinqing didn't pay attention to his gaze, but asked, "What's wrong?"

Ren Zhan took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said with difficulty: "The rose in the yard... has withered."

He knew how much Xia Shenyan was looking forward to the roses blooming, and he had seen how carefully Si Jinqing accompanied them carefully.

The sudden withering and wilting made even Ren Zhan feel very uncomfortable.

Si Jinqing frowned, his heart tightened, he turned around and walked into the courtyard.

The footsteps stopped suddenly in front of the flower garden.

He was taken aback.

I saw that the Yeyan roses that were still in full bloom in the yard last night were wilted and wilted.The withered and yellow petals fell into the soil, melted into the earth, and returned to the dust.

"How come..." Si Jinqing stiffened all over.

He remembered that he hadn't missed anything in tending them.

Ren Zhan said bitterly: "I'm sorry master, they were still fine when Mr. Xia woke up this morning. I went to the kitchen to make porridge for Mr. Xia and came back...it became like this. I didn't take good care of them."

Si Jinqing rubbed his temples, his whole body was sore, and he leaned against the pillar behind him to relax for a while.He was already very tired, and now he was extremely tired, and the injuries all over his body began to hurt intermittently, constantly torturing his brain and body, so that he put aside his sadness and shock now.

"...I'll go in and see him first." Si Jinqing closed his eyes, looked away, and stopped looking at Yiyuan.

Of course, Ren Zhan would not stop him, took the overcoat that Si Jinqing had just taken off and was already stained with countless blood, and then turned sideways to get out of the way.

Si Jinqing nodded to him, then gently opened the door and went in.

Fortunately, this door has been replaced long ago, otherwise it would be the same "creaking" and "creaking" sound as before, which is really ear-piercing, and I'm afraid it will wake people up.

The master bedroom was carpeted, and Si Jinqing's every step was gentle and measured, so there was basically no sound.

Fortunately, Xia Shenyan slept deeply and was not easy to wake up.

When Si Jinqing went in to check, he was already asleep.The person was lying on the chair, huddled in a thick blanket, with his head slightly hanging on one side, his face was still a little pale, his lips were pale, and he seemed to be sleeping soundly.

He was covered with three layers of blankets and a soft quilt. Except for his right hand, which was exposed outside, the other parts were tightly wrapped.

The right hand is probably because he felt hot from the heater after he fell asleep, so he pulled his hand out.Si Jinqing sighed, first put the white rose with snow in his palm into the white porcelain bottle that was empty for some reason, then reached out and carefully took his hand to put it in the blanket.

But when his palm was pressed against the back of Xia Shenyan's hand, he felt that his hand was abnormally cold, and his grasp was also limp.Si Jinqing frowned, but before he could think about it, he swept his eyes away, and accidentally saw the sweet old cat sleeping on Xia Shenyan's feet, and was thinking about whether to take it back to the couch Going to sleep, a bright red color suddenly appeared in the corner of my eye.

Si Jinqing was startled, then looked over, and found that the red rose that he bought for Xia Shenyan yesterday had fallen at Xia Shenyan's feet, and it was still delicate and elegant in the white porcelain vase this morning, except for the center of the flower piece, there was still Except for a little red, other places have withered into an ugly golden yellow.

How did it dry up so quickly?

He frowned and wanted to pick it up.It's just that the flower happened to fall on the other side of Xia Shenyan, so he had to gently support the armrest of the recliner, and carefully cross Xia Shenyan to pick it up.

Before he stretched out his hand, his breathing suddenly froze.

I don't know how long it has been frozen, the long silence of more than ten seconds is like a century of ice.He suddenly stiffened and slowly stood up straight, pinched his white and trembling fingers in a daze, and was stunned for a few seconds, but in the end he still couldn't pick up the withered rose.

His gaze shifted to Xia Shenyan's calm, pale but warm side face as usual, he wanted to reach out to touch him, but he reached halfway, then retracted it in a panic, and in the end he just held on to the tea table beside the recliner in vain .

"... Yanyan?"

Si Jinqing squatted on the ground and called him softly, trying in vain to call a sleeping person back from his dream.

"Yanyan..."

"...Yanyan, say something, talk to me." His voice was low and soft, but his tone was unusually soft, with a hint of stiffness and trembling for no apparent reason.

He pinched his own bloody palm, forcing himself to calm down and wake up.

How come there is no breathing?

He must be too nervous.

There was a buzzing in Si Jinqing's ears, as if he was blind and deaf, he couldn't see or hear anything.The whole night's running around made him lose strength, his eyes suddenly went dark, he seemed to be on the verge of falling, he could only support the coffee table beside him weakly, the white porcelain bottle on the coffee table shook a few times on the table, there was a muffled "bang", unexpectedly It shattered on the carpeted floor...

However, even such a loud noise did not wake up the person who had already fallen asleep.

He stared blankly at the pile of debris, as if he had forgotten who he was.

"Master! What's the matter?"

Hearing the voice, Ren Zhan hurried in from the outside, but saw Si Jinqing who was pale and out of his wits.

He stood not far away, not daring to come closer.

Si Jinqing was stunned for a long time before he dared to muster all his strength, stood up slightly, turned his face sideways, and gently pressed his ear to Xia Shenyan's chest.

There is no heartbeat.

Yanyan...

you won't lie to me...

He doesn't believe it.

Warm palms slowly caressed the pale face of the sleeping man.

cold.

The first heavy snowfall in Nanyang took away his body temperature.

——End of full text——

The author has something to say:

Author's Word:

Knowing that it might end so abruptly would be cruel to him, but I think leaving quietly is his respect for you and my respect for him.

He finally got his wish.

But the stories about Xia Canyan and Si Jinqing will not stop at "The Last Wen".

"Legacy of Warmth" is not long, but in fact, I have already started to conceive it when I wrote "The Old Pond", so speaking of it, it is still a story that I have planned for a long time.Maybe the storyline is too bland, but I like it.

I love every single story I write.

My original intention of writing a book was actually for myself to read haha.

"Long Wen" was originally called "Self-Bound", which everyone knows.

The reason why I chose to call it "Self-Bound" before is not mentioned here. You will understand after reading the episode, and the final choice to call it "Yu Wen" may be because the name is more gentle, like Xia Shenyan.

Xia Shenyan is not as simple and pure as you imagine. Maybe his family is not good and his relationship is ups and downs, but he is not tragic, so don't feel sorry for him.

His regrets have already been leveled for himself, maybe the reason why he chose to leave is because he has no regrets?

If I had to say I have any regrets, it would probably be... Si Jinqing, I mean, maybe.

When I was writing an article, sometimes I couldn't understand what my character was thinking, but I knew that everything Xia Shenyan did was not for himself.To put it simply, in his life, except for the first two years with Si Jinqing, he has never lived out himself.

When opening the article, it was asked to choose "tragedy" and "serious drama", and I clicked "serious drama" without hesitation.I think that when reading an article, you can see not only the ending of the relationship between the protagonists, but also the relationship between family and friendship. The relationship is complicated. It cannot be said that the main line is love, and the full text is tragedy.

Some people may ask, Xia Shenyan was alone when he left, why did he still feel that there was a place of consummation?

In a word, extra episodes.

I dug a lot of pits in "Drowning in the Old Pond" and "The Last Temperature", I don't know if I will fill them in (a student with heavy studies), sometimes I will, but I don't know if you are still there on the day I dig the pits Hahaha.

There are many things that are inappropriate to say here.

The episode will tell.

The episode will be updated from time to time.

In addition, thank you for your company all the way, thank you for having you.

I will continue to work hard, from "Drowning in the Old Pond" to "The Last Temperature" to "Rising Clouds and Sleeping Stars", I hope that the mediocre me can continue to write for you and myself in such a mediocre manner.

thank.

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