A Legacy Inherited by the Licking Dogs

goodbye?What's the meaning?

Say goodbye to me, where is he going?

Want to travel?Never heard of it before.

Wen Yizhou's mind was in a mess, staring at the three simple and straightforward words that were unclear, and he hesitated for a few minutes before replying: What do you mean?

He waited nervously for a while, but there was no explanation, not even a prompt like "typing in progress".

Wen Yizhou read those three words several times again, full of doubts—was he too busy to look at his phone?

He watched the news absently for a while, and checked his phone every few minutes, but there was no news that was waiting to come in.There were only two application message pop-ups, and he directly deleted the APP in annoyance.

After more than an hour, the silence made people feel flustered, Wen Yizhou gradually became hesitant, and he suddenly thought of another possibility.

"Could it be that you don't want to talk to me on purpose?" He murmured to himself with some dissatisfaction, "What... playing tricks."

His fingers seemed to be conscious, and he pressed the voice call button. Before the other party responded, he reacted and hung up quickly.After waiting for a while, the other party not only didn't call back, but didn't even give a punctuation mark.

Wen Yizhou's expression gradually changed from bewildered to unbelievable, a faint idea gradually took shape, but subconsciously he deliberately didn't think about it.He quickly flipped through the previous records of the two of them, struggling to recall whether Lin Yue'an had mentioned where he was going to leave in what he had said to him before, even if it was just to go to a game, travel, or relax, even if Just a casual reminder.But he couldn't remember anything, and couldn't catch any clues.

Wen Yizhou finally couldn't bear it and sent another message asking: Where have you been?

Still no reply.

It's weird, it's really weird.

Although Wen Yizhou himself is not a person who likes to reply to news, sometimes he just reads it. Except for He Qian who expressed his dissatisfaction with it, others don't care too much.But that's not the case for Lin Yue'an, even if it's just a simple notification, the other party will reply with an emoji saying "Got it".

What's more, it's my own news...

This is not caused by Wen Yizhou's narcissism complex with excessive self-awareness, but the communication between him and Lin Yue'an, it is true that the other party always expresses more, and the other party always takes the initiative to get close. in this way.

He poked open Lin Yue'an's profile picture with a little awkwardness, and began to look at the other party's circle of friends for the first time-Lin Yue'an didn't block any historical circle of friends, and they were all open and visible.But he doesn't post frequently, often only one post every one or two months.

The penultimate one is a photo of yesterday when we lined up at the entrance of the performance hall, and the accompanying text is: Nervous.

"Why are you nervous..." Wen Yizhou muttered and turned down.

The penultimate one is a solitary photo without any accompanying text - under the street lamp at night, holding a bouquet of roses in one hand, the angle is obviously taken by the owner of the hand himself.Some of their mutual friends were booing and wondering, but Lin Yu'an didn't respond.

There was a long period of time between the penultimate ones, and it was a photo of Lin Yue'an having dinner with his team colleagues - he himself was sitting in the middle, surrounded by a group of boys crowded together, which was very lively.But when taking pictures, Lin Yu'an closed his eyes a little, with a familiar smile on his face.

The fourth-to-last article, the content of the photo is the freshly prepared meals in the kitchen, Wen Yizhou recognized that half of the food went into his stomach.

The penultimate article is the landscape photo of the sea of ​​clouds on the top of the mountain.

The penultimate article...

Counting down to No. 20, the shiny computer screen is full of materials in English. There is a cup of coffee next to the computer, and the accompanying text is complaining about the difficulty of the literature.

The number 20 from the bottom is a group photo of them hanging out together, and Wen Yizhou is also in the corner of the photo.

……

Wen Yizhou seemed to be driven by something, and turned his circle of friends all the way to several years ago, and found that he appeared in many of his photos.Some of the photos don’t even include Lin Yue’an himself, but Wen Yizhou and He Qian or other people are in the same frame for casual photos, but he will also post a few together, as if it was just to record the scene of everyone’s gathering .But in these implicit and clumsy records, there is no answer that Wen Yizhou was looking for.

Wen Yizhou had no choice but to face the simplest and most direct meaning of those three words.

Perhaps, his goodbye is that kind of goodbye.

"Why..." Wen Yizhou put down his phone, and asked a question that no one could answer to the darkening sky outside the window.

Didn't he promise He Qian... didn't he promise me...

Thinking of this, Wen Yizhou was startled. He suddenly realized one thing - Lin Yue'an's so-called "promise" had actually been fulfilled at the moment when his performance ended yesterday.

The reason why the other party came to him was originally because of He Qian's entrustment, probably because he hoped that he could work normally and live a good life.In the following days, the man did take care of him with all his heart, and was so meticulous that it was almost annoying.

Then the other party left for a while, if he hadn't been called back by being a scoundrel, the two of them would have had no intersection in their lives.

I said it myself, Wen Yizhou remembered: I took a job, so before that you have to drive me to rehearsal.So the soft-hearted and kind-hearted Lin Yu'an agreed until yesterday.

When the show is over, isn't everything over?

"No, it's impossible..." Wen Yizhou's voice had a tremor that he didn't even notice.

Yes, the man never said that he had any other expectations from the beginning to the end, and he never asked himself about his plans after the show. In the days when I like myself the most—the days when even a group photo of three or four heads was sent out to commemorate secretly—I never let go of a trace of hope. Today, seven years later, those passionate and straightforward How much is left until some silly people like it.

Wen Yizhou thought of what he hadn't asked that day - he wouldn't get tired of it for seven years, so what about now?

Do you still like me now?

At that time, he thought that what he was afraid of hearing was positive recognition, but now that he thought about it, maybe what he was really afraid of was negative alienation.

Wen Yizhou curled his legs up on the chair and stepped on it, hugging his knees with his arms, feeling cold all over his body.It doesn't matter, he said to himself silently, it's normal, it's nothing more than normal, it's unimaginable for someone to like someone silently for seven years like that.

just.

It's just that I'm still here and can't figure out the situation at all, and it's really ridiculous to rehearse some unfounded and stupid responses wishfully.

It's so embarrassing, when he was waiting for the news, for a split second, an idea sneaked across his mind-whether or not, should we give both parties a chance to try it out.

But again.

But the man was obviously still nervous for himself until the last day, and he was still cheering for himself with genuine emotion.He was so happy when he received the flowers, but he was so shy when he gave the gift.

But obviously, he's always been there.

Even when I wasn't watching, there was always a pair of warm and candid eyes staring at me all the time. I was so uncomfortable with this gaze at the beginning, but I got used to it later.

Wen Yizhou turned on the phone again and opened the chat box - no reply, nothing.

stop looking!Look no further, it's over, it's over, it's over with the show.

He threw his phone into the sofa, stood alone in the middle of the living room, and got angry at the reflection on the floor-to-ceiling windows.

With the moon hanging high in the night, Wen Yizhou finally had to face the final truth: he said goodbye to me.Lin Yue'an finally decided to give up all of this, and said no in seven years.

no.Another small voice in Wen Yizhou's heart retorted sharply.

It was not an easy and hasty decision. Lin Yuean persisted silently for seven years without asking for anything in return. He finally gave up at this moment, all because of himself.

The man was not without hope.He also tried to think about it for a moment. On the night of the confession, the light in his eyes was so sincere and eager. He said that he had been enduring it desperately. He asked him if he couldn’t do it. He said he knew he couldn’t replace He Qian. , but he also has his...

What does he have, Wen Yizhou doesn't know, Lin Yue'an didn't finish his sentence at all - the moment the impulsive spark burst out, he was extinguished by himself.

It must be disappointing, Lin Yue'an must have been very disillusioned at the time, there was no other way.

It was because I realized what a bad person I was, it was because I kept hurting him by saying mean things, it was because I was stupid and frightened, and I tried my best to push him away, trampling on my sincerity of belittling and mocking him.

That's because I'm a selfish and despicable villain, Wen Yizhou thought to himself, I have enjoyed and consumed this rare and precious relationship for several years, until it was suddenly confiscated, and I became cheeky and dissatisfied .

So he was disappointed in me.

So Lin Yue'an had actually thought about it a long time ago, maybe a week or a month ago, on the night they reunited in the bar, he had already thought about today's farewell.Only I was foolishly kept in the dark, indulging in the superficial calmness and tranquility of the years. I was caught off guard at this moment, and I deserved it all.

It's just that in the past few days, what kind of mood is Lin Yue'an counting down the days every day?

Did he feel relieved, did he feel relieved after saying goodbye, finally free from the endless torture of seven years.

But I'm not ready yet.Wen Yizhou closed his eyes bitterly, it's like this again, I'm not ready to say goodbye, it's not fair.

That night, while half asleep and half awake, Wen Yizhou thought of some past events, some things he didn't pay attention to before.

He once went to a Lin Yue'an match.

At that time, He Qian was already working, and he happened to be free that day, so he took him to watch the final preliminaries of the school volleyball team before graduation as a senior.Lin Yue'an was the main player and had already been pre-signed by the professional team. At that time, it seemed that his future was bright and the future was promising.

Wen Yizhou had a very flat impression of him before. He only thought that the guy was always good-tempered and uninitiated. He was not very good at refuting what his friends said, and he had a warm-hearted and innocent look.This perception changed that day - Lin Yue'an on the field was completely different, he was very delicate and smart, he looked around and listened to all directions, he was calm and sharp, and his aura was fully open.It's just that the audience is more than ten meters away, and the perception is completely different.

Wen Yizhou noticed that there were many people around who came to cheer for Lin Yue'an. There were boys who often watched football, and girls who wore school logo t-shirts. They formed a large area of ​​seats, and they had a fixed slogan cheerleaders.Wen Yizhou was probably a little surprised at the time - this guy turned out to be quite popular in school, although it was just a passing thought at the time.

The game was tight from the beginning, and it was even more anxious in the second half.Both sides played a very high level of competition, the young people ran with all their strength, and sweat splashed out against the lights-time after time tenacious saves, time after time delicate passes, time after time cunning fakes Action, smashing the ball with all my strength again and again.Sometimes they lead the score, and sometimes they are tied and overtaken, but Lin Yu'an's eyes are firm from beginning to end, seemingly unwavering.The deluge of cheers after each score could not distract him at all, regardless of whether the cheers were for himself or for his opponent.At that time, Wen Yizhou was somewhat used to the eager eyes that the other party always cast on him, which he thought was well hidden. It was the first time he saw Lin Yue'an's focused and composed appearance from the perspective of a bystander. Hidden, predatory breath.

Ah, yes, he was actually like that from beginning to end.The harmless smile blunted his aggressiveness, and the innocent eyes weakened his tall body. Didn't I also relax my vigilance step by step, and was infected, influenced, and domesticated by him in turn, until I fell into the current dilemma and suffering? situation?

Wen Yizhou suddenly opened his eyes, and blinked expressionlessly.The phone screen illuminated a small space and his face in the darkness as he typed: It's not fair.

His childish despicability is like a shell thrown from a cliff, falling into the water with a muffled sound, without waves, and being swallowed in the deep night sea.