as long as you love

The file bag is light and doesn't contain much.

A photocopied adoption letter, a few old photos.

Suffice it to say.

It is worth mentioning that there is a photo of a family of three inside.

A one or two-year-old boy with bright eyebrows, a happy and smiling couple.

The photo is old and slightly yellowed. On the flipped paper, there are vigorous handwriting written in a pen. Hua Qi can make out every single word: Gu Qi is a souvenir for one and a half years old.

Hua Qi's hand holding the photo trembled slightly.

It turns out that those dreams and broken memories are real.

No wonder after returning from the hospital, he looked through all the photo albums at home, but he couldn't find any photos before he was three years old.

Gu Qi is one and a half years old...

It turns out that his last name was... Gu.

The man and woman in the photo smiled at him gently and serenely, but their voices and smiles were all unfamiliar, not as clear as that person in his mind.

Something is out of place.

It shouldn't be like this.Hua Qi thought.

It must not be his parents in the photo.

If so, how could he forget them?If so, why did they withdraw from their own lives, leaving almost no traces?

It shouldn't be like this.

not like this.

Hua Qi sat on the bed, curled up, and buried her face deeply in the quilt.

The phone on the bedside table vibrated, the screen flickered on and off, then on and off.

The caller ID is "brother".

Hua Qi's whole body was entangled with the quilt, his head was buried, and he didn't move.

After a long time, the phone finally stopped ringing.

Hua Yuru came out of the hotel, boarded the passenger car, and dialed the phone again.

But this time it was called to Aunt Wang at home.

"Auntie, is Qiqi at home?"

"Yes, yes," Aunt Wang was instructing the hourly workers to clean in the lobby on the first floor, and now she took the phone and walked aside, "The young master came back quite early, but he didn't seem to be in the right mood. Come out, what happened?"

"It's okay, it's fine when you come back. You can watch him and let him eat well." Hua Yuru pondered for a while, looking at the traffic outside the car window, "He may not be in a good mood these days, the school, Please help him take a leave of absence, and we will talk about it when I come back."

"Okay." Aunt Wang responded one after another, although she was puzzled in her heart, she was also concerned about Hua Qi's matter.

Hua Qi stayed at home for a few days.Looking like a normal person, I get up on time every day to have breakfast, then read, study, and occasionally go to the studio on the third floor to paint for a while.

Aunt Wang was puzzled. Didn't the young master say that the young master was in a bad mood?It doesn't look like that.

She has never looked at Hua Qi's phone.

There were more than a dozen missed calls, including those from Confucian Chinese, Xiao Qianqian, and Gao Ran, none of which were connected.

The mobile phone vibrated on the bed every day, and was turned off by the owner.

For the past two days, Hua Qi had nightmares every night.Car accidents, blood, and people who rushed towards him desperately.Clearer than ever.It can almost be confirmed that it is the naked fact... that is a real memory.

Every time Hua Qi wakes up, he goes to the terrace to enjoy the wind. On a December day, the night wind has no warmth at all, it is icy cold.

The boy didn't feel the same, he leaned against the railing in his long-sleeved cotton pajamas, his half-length curly hair was blown by the wind, silently forming a cold painting.

How to save the restless mind?Numb, cold, and confused.

Boundless and hopeless loneliness.

Starry sky, universe, earth.

None of them could give him an answer.

……

"The young master also ate on time today...um...nothing..." Aunt Wang held up her mobile phone to give Huayuru the daily report of the young master, and pushed Huayu away. Ki's bedroom door,

Suddenly exclaimed, "——Little Master?!"

The confusion and few words on the other end of the phone made Huayu Confucianism twitch, "What's wrong, what happened?"

It's a pity that the phone was thrown aside at this moment, and no one answered.

Aunt Wang rushed forward and grabbed Hua Qi's right hand, "What are you doing, put down the knife quickly!!"

......

Hua Qi allowed Aunt Wang to pull the knife out of his hand without any resistance.Even some, dumbfounded.

When he first saw the Swiss Army knife in the drawer, he just wanted to play with it.

But before he knew it, he had the blade resting on his arm.

……

What was in your mind?

If you bleed, no one should care...

In the whole world, those two people no longer exist.Blood is thicker than water, but these two drops of the most precious blood, let you go up to the poor and fall to the underworld, and you will disappear in both places.

has been lost.

Never seen, never missed.

At this moment, it seems hypocritical to say nostalgia.

It was he who failed them.It's been so long, I've been so happy all this time, I forgot their existence, and lived with peace of mind.

Remorse and pain.

Almost do not wish to live.

On the white and thin arm, in a thin scratch, blood slowly gathered like a small trickle, grew bigger, and then flowed down.

Hua Qi blinked, and a few tears fell down like beans—it hurt so bad.

Heartache, body pain, hand pain.

Aunt Wang finally felt that Hua Qi's state was not right.She threw the saber far away, and pulled Hua Qi's hand over, distressed: "Let Aunt Wang take a look." Then she hurriedly called for the doctor.

The maid called over to the resident doctor at home.The doctor arrived and was busy bandaging the wound.Only then did Aunt Wang remember the young master's phone that had been thrown aside, and hurried to find it, but it was still on.

"Master?"

"How is Qiqi?" Hua Yuru kept listening to the conversation on the phone.

"I cut my hand...it's nothing serious. Doctor Qian is bandaging him." Aunt Wang said hesitantly, and felt a little bit of sweat for the young master. This is the young master who has been severely punished for doing wrong things. I caught a current one.

Huayu Ru said nothing, "Give him the phone."

Aunt Wang walked over and gave the phone to the young master.

Hua Qi picked it up, put it to her ear, and kept silent.

——The sound of shallow breathing came from the other end of the phone, harmonious and peaceful, like a distant soothing song.

He's still...well there.

The anger and well-thought-out questions of Confucianism in Huayu were suddenly extinguished.

He was silent for a while.

Then he turned and asked softly:

"—Does it hurt?"

"—are you feeling better?"

Hua Qi was leaning on the bed, and Doctor Ren was bandaging the wound. Hearing the other person's voice, his free hand suddenly grasped the sheet under the bed, as if he had just breathed out from the abyss, and finally returned to the trance in the real world. "elder brother……"

"I'm here," Hua Yuru said softly, "...don't cry."

"I didn't mean to..." hurt myself.

"I know." I understand.

The agent in Japan's China region who was sitting in the front co-pilot looked up at the big boss from the front-view mirror, wondering who could make his boss speak so softly.

lover?

definitely is.

"You haven't answered my calls these days, I'm worried about you." Hua Yuru expressed bluntly.

"I'm sorry..." The other end of the phone was already sobbing.

After a moment of silence, Huayuru suddenly said, "I'll be back on the 20th."

"—Take you to meet them..."

The desperate beast in his heart became quiet and docile as if suddenly hypnotized by the Divine Comedy.The boy held the phone tightly, and said in response, "—Okay."