Leftover temperature

"Brother Shenyan, a few years before you left me, I was always so sad that I tossed and turned at night, and now I even have to take sleeping pills to fall asleep." Said to him in a low voice, "Brother, Yuxi Dujia, I can't believe that you have left. I have been thinking about you all these years."

"Do you remember what you said to me? You told me, 'Xixi, Xinyou's sunset is beautiful, even I can't wait for the first snow here'. I told you to wait Wait, one day the snowflakes will come to the south. At that time, I didn't understand why you were silent all of a sudden, but now that I think about it, you can't afford to wait."

Tears splashed down on the tombstone, and crystal clear teardrops slid down the surface of the tombstone, falling into the engraved deep word "love", but refused to go down for a long time.

"Look at the present, Nanyang and Xinyou are covered with fresh snow, and every winter there is heavy snowfall..."

Zhu Xixi closed her eyes and wiped away the tears streaming down her face: "Brother Shen Yan, I often think of the scene when we first met... Even after so many years, when I think of it now, The palpitations are still the same as before, I think I will probably never forget it..."

That was many years ago.

That year Zhu Xixi, Xia Shenyan was 24 years old.

At that time, Zhu Xixi was unruly and willful, spoiled and spoiled, she was a typical rich lady.

But because of her parents who had been working outside for a long time and neglected her family, she was desperately longing for warmth at that time, but she never had any friends around her who could truly confide in her heart.

She has everything she wants, but because of this, she begins to feel confused about her future.

Until Xia Shenyan appeared.It was as if she had found the lighthouse.

They met at a banquet and got acquainted.

Zhu Xixi still deeply remembers that when she and Father Zhu walked in front of Xia Shenyan, the man always had a decent smile on his face.His eyes only stay for a while when the two are looking at each other, and he will not stare maliciously at her like other people.

"Miss Zhu, hello, nice to meet you, I'm Xia Shenyan."

His voice was warm and clear, Zhu Xixi had never heard such a gentle voice before he was dazed for a moment before reaching out and gently holding his hand.Xia Shenyan's fingers were slender and fair, but his palms were cold and soft.

The two just shook hands in vain, and quickly let go.

This is the first side.

We met again at a birthday party of a noble young master.

From the first meeting, she was irresistibly attracted to him.As soon as she met Xia Shenyan for the second time and put her coat on her skirt that had been maliciously used to ruin her, she was sure that she had fallen.

Later, she began to try every means to get close to him, and even resorted to all means, using her own cunning, to beg her parents to arrange a chance for them to meet.

But Zhufu Zhumu is not optimistic about her liking Xia Shenyan.

After all, in the eyes of businessmen, there are very few clean people in the entertainment industry, but Zhu Xixi is happy, and they let her go.Unexpectedly, this fall, even for more than ten years, until now it is still necessary for him not to marry.

In fact, Zhu Xixi knows that even if Xia Shenyan is reincarnated and reincarnated again, the person next to him will not be her.But what does that matter, just be like him, just be by his side and love him, that's enough.

Zhu Xixi slowly wiped away the tears lingering on the word "love" with her cold fingers, then lowered her head, resting her forehead on the cool tombstone, as if she was really whispering to that person. With eyes closed, he choked up and said in a low voice: "...I will die to give you eternal love."

When the girl left, the white rose leaning on the monument was blown off by the wind, the petals were rolled up, and flew away with endless thoughts and regrets along with the winter wind in Nanyang.

The roses bloom and fade, and he will not come again.

After everyone else left, Lu Qingjia and Xia Shangzheng were silent with each other and did not speak.

It's not that I have nothing to say, but I want to say it, but I don't know where to start.

"I……"

"Let me do it." Lu Qingjia interrupted Xia Shangzheng, and tugged at the corner of his lips palely, "...you should stay until the end."

Xia Shangzheng understood what Lu Qingjia meant, lowered his eyes, and said nothing more.

Lu Qingjia squatted down in front of the tomb like everyone before him, and brushed away the snow falling on the stele that began to float over in the sky with his hands.

"Nianqing, long time no see."

Lu Qingjia smiled and greeted Xia Shenyan as he did many years ago when he was still there.

Yes, they just reunited after a long time no see.

He never really left, and Lu Qingjia knew that he was reluctant.

"There's one thing I've been forgetting about you. I don't know if you know. The old man named Zhang who lived next door to you came back to look for you many years ago, half a year after your death. The old man learned that you had passed away. , he was very sad, and two months after that, he also left, I don’t know if you saw him there.”

After finishing speaking, Lu Qingjia smiled, and after a while, lowered her head again, hiding the sadness in her eyes.

"Nianqing, I seem to be old..." Lu Qingjia said teasingly, but her eyes were already red, "I'm almost thirty, soon forty...Nianqing is over eight years old..."

After finishing speaking, she realized something was wrong, and quickly explained: "...Nianqing, it's that Nianqing, Xixi's daughter, your niece."

"The little girl has seen your photos, heard your songs, and always likes to pester Shang Zheng and me about you and Zhenxi."

When talking about this, Lu Qingjia didn't know what came to mind, and suddenly she couldn't control the tears in her eyes anymore: "Last time... Nianqing lay on my lap, acted like a baby to me and asked me to tell you what happened between you and Zhenxi. When I was gone, I couldn't help thinking, if Zhenxi was still here, if you were still here, it would be great..."

"You like children so much, and Nianqing is Zhenxi's child. If you see her, you will be very happy and reluctant to let go." Lu Qingjia said, "And Qingqing is obedient, she will eat and sleep obediently, neither cry nor make trouble , as long as I say 'little uncle' and 'mother', she will immediately climb on top of me, saying that she wants to see photos of you and Zhenxi and listen to your stories."

"Nianqing is so small now, I listen to your songs before going to bed, watch your movies after taking a shower, and draw you and Zhenxi when I draw."

"It's just that Shang Zheng and I don't know how to take care of children. When Ren Zhan is away, Shang Zheng and I always mess her up. We often wear skirts and clothes backwards, and we don't know how to tie our braids. She still hates me and Shang Zheng." Hands and feet, every time Xixi comes, he will scold me and Shang Zheng severely..."

Lu Qingjia said with a smile, but the tears couldn't stop falling.

"So... it would be great if you were still here. You are so patient. I heard from Shang Zheng that you would still braid Zhenxi's hair. Nianqing must be sticking to you every day."

The smile on the corner of his mouth hung on and then suddenly collapsed, like a crack appeared on the corner of a cliff, and he couldn't escape the collapse in the end.

"She always likes to guard the corner of roses in the small courtyard of Baihua Lane, and happily asks me, 'is it because the roses bloom, and my uncle and mother will come back'. But I can't tell her. Because even after so many years , I still can't believe you're gone."

No one believed it, and no one believed it at first.Zhu Xixi didn't believe it, Lu Qingjia didn't believe it, Nie Zechen didn't believe it, his fans and friends didn't believe it.How could such a bright and vivid person suddenly disappear like this?How do you make them believe it?

"Nian Qing, the letter you left me said 'Qing Jia, everyone has their own destiny, your moon is not mine'. I wonder, did you know that I had a relationship with him a long time ago? I made preparations for my departure, and paved the way for me and him early..."

Lu Qingjia and Xia Shangzheng had contacts many years ago, but they were not very close, and this contact still originated from Xia Shenyan.Xia Shangzheng would ask Lu Qingjia about Xia Shenyan's condition, and at that time Lu Qingjia also faced him in a state of vigilance.

After all, in Lu Qingjia's heart at that time, no one was more important than Xia Canyan, and at that time everyone thought that Xia Shangzheng was the one who could hurt Xia Canyan the most.

And it wasn't until that person left that they realized that everyone was the culprit.

There is no "most", only "more".

"Qingjia..." Xia Shangzheng called him softly in a hoarse voice.

Lu Qingjia wiped away tears, helped Xia Shangzheng's hand to stand up from the ground, but didn't look at him, just patted his arm in silence, and said in a low voice, "I'll be waiting for you at the foot of the mountain."

Xia Shangzheng lowered his eyes, and it took him a long time to give a weak "hmm".

Lu Qingjia closed her eyes, took a deep breath, turned and left without further words.

After Lu Qingjia left, Xia Shangzheng stood blankly in the snow, looking at the sudden blizzard, a little at a loss.

Shixi Mountain is evergreen all year round. Even if it is covered by heavy snow, you can still see the vitality under the white gauze.

No wonder he likes it here.

The snow fluttered down, falling on his already silver-threaded hair, and even his eyelash feathers were covered with a little wind and snow.

The wind and snow gradually increased, he didn't wear much, the cold wind penetrated into his clothes and penetrated into his bones, he shivered from the cold, but stubbornly refused to move.

It wasn't until the snow was getting heavier that his already stagnant body could no longer bear it, so he slowly raised his eyes, approached stiffly step by step, and squatted down slowly.

In these years, he has been here many times, when he is sad, when he is happy, when he is really unable to hold on, and when he misses them.

"Yanyan, brother is getting old."

He is really old, his hair is much grayer, his face is wrinkled, and he coughs non-stop in this kind of weather.He kept tossing himself, there were many minor illnesses, but he never had serious illnesses, and now his physical problems are all made by himself.

He was probably punishing him, punishing him to live well, not to die or die.

"When I come too, you and Xixi are still young, and it's just me. I guess you don't know each other when you're old." Xia Shangzheng mocked.

"Dad, too. His hair is all white, and I don't recognize the many wrinkles on his face. Mom is also not good. She was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease half a year ago, and now Uncle Nie is taking care of her." Xia Shang Zheng choked with sobs, "Now we can't mention your name in front of Mom, she will go crazy when she mentions it, and then she will cry and ask you to come back to see her, and when she is in a daze, she will think Qing Jia is you..."

Xia Shangzheng suppressed the soreness in his throat, and said in a hoarse voice: "Yanyan, there is something that I have never dared to tell anyone, but I am afraid that I will forget it, and I guess you have received grandma over there, tell me Your grandma probably wouldn't blame me."

He brushed the words on the tablet with his palm, and said with lowered eyes: "The day my grandma passed away, she held my hand and said a word to me. My parents hadn't come back at that time, so only I knew."

"She was in a state of confusion at that time, and she probably didn't know who I was... She held my hand tightly, and said to me with slack eyes, 'Yanyan, don't go so fast...Why don't you wait grandmother'……"

Tears fell on the rose petals that were wet by rain and snow, and then flowed into the soil along the water drops in the petals.

They should have guessed that they couldn't hide it from her.Maybe she knew a long time ago that grandma likes Yanyan very much. She has seen his movies and listened to his songs, so why can't she see the news of his death on the Internet.

She just held back and waited for the right time to catch up with the disobedient child.

It's nothing more than self-deception for them to hide it in vain.

The wind slowed down, and the snow gradually became smaller.The shreds of snow fall finely on the branches of Shixi Mountain, and then return to the dust, the silence is depressing.

"Yanyan, my brother is so tired these years..." Xia Shangzheng whispered, his voice was not as hoarse as his, "My memory has been getting worse and worse these years, and I am always in a trance. I don't know where I am. Year and month, sometimes I was in a daze for a long time, and even Qing Jia couldn't recognize her... Another time when I woke up in the morning, Nian Qing ran to the room to wake me up, and I actually called her 'Xixi'... ..."

His eyes were full of sarcasm, but he held on to that little smile, pretending to be relaxed and said: "Qingjia took me to the hospital for an examination, and the doctor said that it was a stagnation in my heart, and it was a mental problem. It's possible to get Alzheimer's disease."

"Yanyan, I really don't want to live so long, and I don't want to forget things more and more as I get older. When I reach that age, I really suffer from such dementia and drag him down. I'm also afraid that the older I get, the less I can remember you and Xixi. .”

Xia Shangzheng: "But neither you nor Xixi are willing to come to my dream. I'm afraid that I really forgot something important. So I have to try my best to remember the things I remember, and then write them all in the diary... Now the diary is gone. It’s a thick book, but I have to keep thinking about it, because I always feel that there is no end.”

It's like a story with a tragic ending, and I don't want to end like this.

"...Up to now, I have gradually lost my memory of the faces of you and Xixi. The only thing that is clear is the scene when we lived in Baihua Town when we were three children. I think it is this time that I miss the most, so that Now it is impossible to forget the memory loss." Xia Shangzheng said.

Gradually, he couldn't squat anymore, and tried to wipe off the snow on the monument bit by bit with his hands that had turned purple from ice.

It was like when they were young, ten-year-old Xia Shangzheng was helping his younger brother to tidy up his messy skirt and hair with a smile.

"You say you don't enter the world, that's fine. I will turn into the big tree that your soul must pass through, and use the broad branches and leaves to guard all of you forever, immortal."

Eternal life is protection and atonement.

Looking at the lonely white sky, Xia Shangzheng let out a breath slowly.

He once managed a multinational company from scratch, and tried to bear all the burdens of the Xia family with his generous arms.Unexpectedly, now that people are middle-aged, they will already be faintly tired, and they will never see the slightest bit of high-spiritedness in the past.

He used to think that as long as he was strong enough and walked forward without looking back, he could keep them all firmly behind him.

Unexpectedly, he stepped across the raging snowstorm and stood in the middle of the tombs.

Xia Shangzheng staggered up from the ground, staggered, and stepped down the rugged mountain road step by step.

Lu Qingjia, who had been waiting at the foot of the mountain for a long time, hurried forward to support him, the two smiled at each other, and walked away from the wind and snow together.

Year after year.

The weeds and snow in the cemetery were deep again.

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Ten years later, Xia Shangzheng died peacefully on a sunny afternoon due to depression.

He walked very peacefully, without any pain. When he left, he lay quietly in the yard basking in the sun, holding the small folding fan that Lu Qingjia bought for him not long ago.

End of life.

The last words he left to Lu Qingjia in this world are:

"Qingjia, the wind has stopped."

The author has something to say:

"He stepped over the raging snowstorm, but he stood among the graves." Quoted from "I conquered all, but I stood among the graves."

The whole story of "Long Wen" is over.

Xia Shenyan is immortal.

Farewell to Mr. Chaomu.