Devil's Canary

The cold sky is glowing with red clouds, and the frosty and snowy ground is soaked in wisps of cold air. Through the gaps in the mist, countless strands of light and shadow are falling on the world. Winter is finally coming to an end.

Xu Yue fantasized about stretching out his hand to catch that ray of winter sunshine, the mottled light reflected on his thin face, warm and comfortable.

Shen Feng asked Xu Yue: "Sister-in-law, are you really leaving?"

Xu Yue nodded, he seemed to be in good spirits, although he was so thin that his clothes were empty and his voice was extremely hoarse, but he still smiled at Shen Feng and answered him affirmatively.

"Tomorrow's train ticket, I'm going to the Potala Palace."

He longed for that sacred place of worship.

"Your current physical condition, alone..."

"Shen Feng, I'm not coming back." Xu Yue said softly to Shen Feng, "You know, I will stay on the snow mountain forever."

Shen Feng was silent, he naturally went with Xu Yue, he will definitely not come back, his life has come to an end, he is dying, he is just looking for a place to bury him.

"This is for you." Xu Yue took out a seal from the box.

Shen Feng was surprised and said: "This is Grandpa's..."

Xu Yue said: "I deliberately made Mr. Shen mad with anger that day, and then took away the seal."

"You!" Shen Feng said angrily, "No wonder, Shen Qian told me that no trace could be found."

Xu Yue smiled, with a little confidence in his eyes.

"I'm not as pushy as you think."

"I know that if something happened to the Shen family, it must be to ask for Mr. Shen's private seal and take out your life-saving money. This is what Shen Yimin told me, so I took the private seal away."

"In that case, why are you giving it to me now?" Shen Feng realized at this moment that Xu Yue was indeed not the sick and weak man he had always imagined.

"This is a deal between the Yan family and me, but..." Xu Yue paused, "The Yan family meant to give them their private seal, but the death of my father means that the Yan family is pressing ahead with everything." They know the truth of the matter, but they still want to find a scapegoat, I don't want to help them, since Shen Yimin has gone in, now you can fight back against the Yan family."

Holding the heavy private seal in his hand, Shen Feng was silent for a while before asking: "Are you worthy of my brother?"

"He has never been sorry to me." Xu Yue said word by word: "Shen Feng, you are also a witness, you know, he deliberately imitated Yan Rong's handwriting, and made the Yan family transfer all their anger to mine. As you know, when I was most helpless, he, as a murderer, chose to be silent, and then threatened me, than I gave up my dream university, than I gave up painting, forced me to give up the piano, and let me be in this! "

Xu Yue suddenly raised his voice, pointed to this luxurious villa and said: "Let me live in darkness in this cage-like place, day after day, year after year, my love for him is fading away bit by bit. Exhausted."

Shen Feng had nothing to say.

"You know, when I got stomach cancer, I wasn't sad at all, but felt relieved." Xu Yue's eyes turned red, "It's just a pity. If I had known that my life was so short, my father shouldn't have sacrificed himself. Complete me."

"Say goodbye to him." Shen Feng uttered a word, and he begged in a low voice, "His love for you is true."

"True love won't hurt." Xu Yue said with a wry smile, "If you're dying of so-called love, you won't think it's love."

"I won't go to see him. In this life, he will never see me again." Xu Yue smiled relievedly, "Everything is over, and I can feel at ease."

At night, Xu Yue coaxed Nian Nian to sleep.

He kissed Niannian's forehead, and said softly: "Little father is leaving tomorrow, and Niannian will live a good life with Uncle Shen Feng from now on."

Niannian's small hands wrapped around Xu Yue's neck, and she said in a crying voice, "I don't want you to go."

"When I grow up, I will write a letter and send it to the Potala Palace every year." Xu Yue said to Niannian, "I will reply you."

"Really?" Niannian asked with red eyes, "Can I go to you when I grow up?"

"Okay, when you grow up, you can come to me." Xu Yue said: "But, you have to be obedient, don't watch TV or cartoons while eating, you can only watch one hour a day, and don't kick the quilt at night , I have something on my mind to tell the adults around me..."

As Xu Yue spoke, her eyes turned red.

He rubbed Niannian's little face, tried to smile at her and said, "If you do everything, I will allow you to come to me."

"It's a deal!" Nien Nian stretched out her little finger, "The hook is hanging for 100 years and cannot be changed!"

Before Xu Yue left Shen's villa, she still went to meet Xu Xian.

His most worried relatives.

Xu Xian's spirit was still in a trance, but generally speaking, he was considered sober.

"Brother." He called Xu Yue.

Xu Yue patted him on the shoulder just like when he was a child.

"I'm leaving. From now on, you take good care of yourself." Xu Yue said very briefly, he was afraid that he would be reluctant to leave.

When he was about to drag the box away, Xu Xian stopped him.

"Brother, I'm sorry." Xu Xian's voice was hoarse, with a crying tone.

"I didn't listen to you and let you down."

Xu Yue turned her head slowly, looking at her tearful younger brother.

"I know, you will die, and you dare not tell me when you are sick..." Xu Xian choked up and said, "I'm sorry..."

"Xiaoxian, you still have a long way to go in your life." Xu Yue comforted him, "I'm very sorry that I can't accompany you on this journey. Do you know what is my greatest hope?"

Xu Xian looked up at him.

"It means that you can have an extremely beautiful future, and have a free and beautiful future for me." Xu Yue said softly to him, "Promise me, okay?"

Xu Xian cried and nodded vigorously.

These years, he has always been angry and hated towards Xu Yue. No matter how his brother compromised and cared for him in every possible way, he felt that this was what he deserved. He even thought that Xu Yue was a happy lover by Shen Yimin's side, but now Only then did he realize how unbearable his life was, deeply mired in a swamp, with nowhere to find light.

"Brother, I will visit my mother and worship my father in the future, and I will continue to finish my studies..." Xu Xian murmured, and Xu Yue had already left the sleepy town with her luggage. His five-year villa.

— 1 days countdown.

On the day of Lichun, Xu Yue carried a suitcase and boarded the train to Lhasa.

She was sitting by the window, the camphor trees on both sides of the railway swept back one by one, and the distant hills were shrouded in a faint white mist, which represented the vast coast of the shore wind, and it was getting farther and farther away from him, gradually The ground train speeded up and sped forward like lightning, Xu Yue wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Goodbye, Shorewind.

When the train was halfway, Xu Yue received a call.

"Xiao Yue..." Shen Yimin's voice was hoarse, and he said, "Don't go, okay?"

"Shen Yimin." Xu Yue was exceptionally calm, and he said softly, "I promise you the next life."

"In your next life, don't be so stubborn and violent. Just be a senior who brings me mung bean cakes and carries me home. I will definitely be with you."

"In the next life..." Shen Yimin cried bitterly.

Through the phone, Xu Yue could feel his despair and pain.

"Then it will only be in the next life." Shen Yimin seemed to compromise.

"Goodbye." Xu Yue hung up the phone.

He looked out of the window, and the fields, trees, and houses were all passing by in front of his eyes as the train moved, and it was too late to see them clearly.Xu Yue's eye sockets were finally moist. He lowered his head, covered his face and cried softly.

Everything in the past is vivid in his mind. The man named Shen Yimin, who treated him well and badly, all hovered in his heart. He only loved this person, and only hated this person. Until now, It is unclear who caused the matter to develop to this point.

Then, go with the wind.

Lhasa wakes up at the beginning of the morning light, and the sunlight illuminates the whole city, like a butter lamp or a Buddhist hall.Xu Yue stood under the snow, staring up.

The Potala Palace stands majestically on the top of the mountain, looking at the city, the sea-like sky spreads out behind him, and ten floors of buildings are stacked on top of each other, twisting and turning until reaching the top of the mountain.

Xu Yue first stayed at the hotel at the foot of the mountain for one night, and at night he went to the pharmacy to buy a bottle of sleeping pills.

He has been very energetic these two days. He took a lot of medicine to go up the mountain, but he knows that he is just returning to the past.

In any case, he went to see the fascinated place himself.

On the way, he saw a group of women doing an action repeatedly, standing, prostrating, looking up at the sacred palace, chanting sutras incessantly, and the plateau red on their faces testified to their piety.

Xu Yue also imitated them, knelt on the ground piously, and then worshiped.

He begged that his mother could recover her health, that Xu Xian could have a bright future, grow up healthy and happy every year, that Shen Feng's career would go smoothly...and... Shen Yimin's future , full of children and grandchildren.

I hope that all the people who are related to him and those who have nothing to do with him will go well.

After arriving at the Red Palace, Xu Yue stood in front of each Buddha and prayed, repeating his unchanging appeal.

The young lama wiped each piece of ritual utensils spotlessly clean, shining brightly, and said to Xu Yue: "Benefactor, the world is over."

Xu Yue smiled and apologized, "I want to bother you here for a while, please allow the lama."

"Okay." The lama nodded, and he asked again: "What should I do about the final destination of the benefactor?"

"Sprinkle the snow mountain, and become one with the snow." Xu Yue bowed to the lama, "Thank you."

At night, the ancient scriptures were neatly displayed in the scripture grids all over the wall. Xu Yue rested his forehead on the scripture grids, sat cross-legged in the scripture room, closed his eyes, and heard the lingering sounds and the diffuse Sanskrit sounds.

He swallowed the white pills together.

What should be done has been done, and there is no need for him to endure the pain of this illness every day.

In the mist of Buddha incense, Xu Yue slightly closed his eyes, as if he saw a man standing not far away.

Wearing a clean, white school uniform, a neat cropped cut, and a sharp-edged face.

He said with a smile to Xu Yue: "Call me senior, I'll carry you home."

"Senior..."