He said he would come next spring

January [-], [-], Jiangcheng.

Nian said he was ill, but he kept telling me about it.We seem to be waiting for the other to speak first.

In any case, it will be actively treated.

At three o'clock in the morning, Yang Nian said he tiptoed out of bed, got dressed as quickly as possible, touched a coat on the hanger, turned and fled into the night in a hurry.

Familiar route and darkness, meandering in the early morning of winter night, Yang Nian said that he was shabby, and silently recited the ten thousandth time in his heart:

"Damn it, it's so cold, why hasn't spring come yet?"

The stomach cramps tore at Yang Nian's fragile nerves.

"Here you come? Where's the money?" The man leaned against the wall with a cigarette in his mouth.

"I'm not here to pay back the money, I'm here..." Yang Nian said and stopped at the entrance of the alley, "Go in."

In a damp and musty basement, there was a simple bed covered with various newspapers to prevent dust.

"If you can't bring any money, what will you use to repay my brothers?"

"Use your body?" Someone joked as a group of black and white people blocked the door.

Yang Nian said that he has no right to choose, and they are what they say.

The beast-like men pounced on it as if they saw prey, carve up and feast on it.

Yang Nian said that he turned his head to hide his tears, and he seemed to refuse to be torn apart by them all along with his dignity and thrown into the dung.

"Alai, Alai, I'm sorry, Alai..."

"Make brother feel comfortable, you don't have to pay back the money while treating."

Some hideous things fell on Yang Nian's body, and then shook off.

"Fuck, people fainted! Let's go!"

"Nian said, are you thirsty, would you like me to pour you a glass of water?"

Shen Yilai turned over, but there was no one around to answer.

He just touched some of Yang Nian's residual body temperature and mattress, and almost jumped up from the bed, cursing in his heart.

"Where did people go now?!" Shen Yilai immediately took out the phone and typed the phone number Yang Nian said, "Shut down...?"

Fragments of memory flashed back in an instant, deeply embedded in his consciousness.

To be honest, the musty smell pushed Shen Yilai back a step, but the disheveled Yang Nian said he was lying on the bed in a mess.

Shen Yilai rushed forward in three steps at a time, held Yang Nianshuo in his arms, and straightened his clothes with one hand.

He almost died of distress.

"Alai, they...they...promised...not to pay back the money..." Yang Nian said with a weak and vague voice behind Shen Yilai's ear.

Shen Yilai suppressed his emotions, only felt that the wind in the middle of the night would freeze the tears on his face.

Why is this place colder than Antarctica?

"Nian said, didn't you say you would not hide it from me? Why don't you tell me anything, you are disobedient..."

"I... don't want you... to worry."

"Alai, I'm in so much pain, I don't want to do chemotherapy, it's so painful."

"Alai, it's so cold, when will spring come?"

"It will come soon, and it will come next year, promise me, next year."

"Hey, let's go home when we recover, and I'll take you to play, and never come to the hospital again, okay?"

After Piao Miao moaned, Yang Nian said that he was carried into the ambulance in the chaos.

"For bed 846, Yang Nian said that Mr.'s family members are here?" A young female doctor stood at the door of the ward, holding a form in her hand.

"I."

"You are his...brother?"

"I am his lover."

The doctor froze for a moment, and then said: "Okay, sir, what I have to tell you is that your lover is in a critical situation now, and his life is not out of danger yet. You should be mentally prepared."

"Doctor, please save him." Something shiny appeared on Shen Yilai's face.He squatted down covering his face, his back twitched, and tears flowed silently down his fingers, causing small splashes on the floor.

In the dream, he saw Yang Nian who was all in white, with lilies in full bloom behind him.

He walked briskly, and his white shirt was filled with the wind of early spring; he raised his arms high, with a transparent and pale dragonfly lingering around his fingertips, and he laughed cheerfully.

His footsteps were buried deep in the lawn, and he seemed to have no pain, no sorrow.

He turned his head, his eyebrows were curved, and his pupils were piercing.

On January [-], [-], Jiangcheng.

His future is bright and open, but there is no longer me.

In [-], Jiangcheng City was hit by an unprecedented heavy rainstorm. Fortunately, the city's flood control did a good job, so the situation didn't get worse.

Shen Yilai was resting at home that day, but fortunately no one called "Mr. Shen" "Mr. Shen" in his ear, and he got a headache when he heard it.

"Oh, my head hurts when it rains, I'm still old."

He is 33 years old this year, and he looks like a 26-year-old boy. He took Xuanxuan alone and rented a school district room in front of the school.

"Hey, this is—"

When he was cleaning out the bookcase, he found a copy of "The Kite Runner" and laughed.

"I thought I lost this book. I haven't found it for a long time. It turned out to be suppressed."

He made a cup of coffee, opened the book, sat slowly by the window, and began to read.

Hassan was really pitiful, maybe he was too old to read these things, and was about to close the book, but found that the middle of the next few pages had been hollowed out, forming a sunken groove.

Inside was a tape recorder.

There is also a photo between Yang Nian and him, in front of the huge iceberg in Antarctica.Yang Nian said that he was still so young, and Shen Yilai's face was already wrinkled.

Shen Yilai took out the photo, observed it carefully, and rubbed it up and down.

He thought he had let go, but he still trembled in his heart and sobbed silently.

With a beep, the recorder was turned on:

[A Lai who is a big lover!Big fool, you still can't help but miss me, right?Sorry in advance, I can't write, so I can only record it for you.Tsk tut, tell me, how old are you now?forty?Fifty?Damn, you're not in your sixties or seventies, are you?Has it become more mature and manly?

I think, I should not be by your side now.Forgive me for concealing some of my illnesses on my own initiative, but this also extends our happy time for a long, long time, doesn't it?I used to feel that such a thing was really wrong, and I couldn't hide such a big thing from my loved one, but then I also understood that white lies are actually quite useful.

Alas, I don’t know if you are married or not, and if you have found someone who treats you well... Don’t cry, just hold back your tears, there’s nothing to be sad about, I’ll always be with you .When you look up at the stars at night, and when a gust of wind blows, I will always be there.

You are usually so strong, why do you cry whenever you encounter something?

Also, don't stay up all night anymore, it's not good for your health.I couldn't figure it out before, what's so fun about that game, but fortunately, I dragged you to bed, now you are on your own, so be conscious!

Have you cooked yet? Don’t forget to turn on the range hood. Every time you cook, I can smell a lot of oily smoke. It’s very dangerous and it will catch fire; Order takeaway, don't starve you and Xuanxuan.If you dare to stay up late with an empty stomach, be careful I will beat you to death.

Ah Lai, I really want to eat your cooking again. Although it is not spicy in the last few days, it is still delicious. To put it bluntly, it tastes like home.

Has Xuanxuan grown up, has he become a particularly handsome young man?I think this child has been smart since he was a child, mainly because you taught him well.

I really want to wait until Xuanxuan grows up, when I grow old with you, the old ones can't walk, and we can die together.

Don't die in your memories, you should look forward, there is a good saying: "Please leave me behind and enjoy the rest of your life."

I want to say too much to you, and I can't finish it, so let's end with a kiss.

Finally, I wish you a happy rest of your life, good luck and good health.

But this can’t be called a must-write, it’s called a must-sound.

In Jiangcheng on January [-], [-]. 】

This long dusty recording ended, he couldn't hear a word, couldn't hear Yang Nian's voice.

Shen Yilai prostrated himself on the table, dripping a puddle of warm liquid.The shoulders twitched slightly, and the sound of crying came out slowly.

He took out a piece of letter paper from under the table and wrote:

[Dear little baby Yang:

Kiss first, forgive me for taking so long to write to you, I am so sorry.Do you still have enough for the clothes and money I burned for you a few years ago?I visit your grave every year, but remember my kindness.

I didn't stay up all night anymore, I'm getting old and my body is not working well.I made an appointment with Huzi two days ago to play basketball, and I was able to lose to him. It must be because you weren't there to cheer me on, but my skills are still the same as before, so don't laugh at me.

I weighed myself yesterday and gained a little weight. I thought about it and didn’t eat any high-calorie food. Maybe it’s because of overwork.

Oh, by the way, you have no conscience, why did you come to my dream once, I think you can't do what you think, you make me feel so uncomfortable.

I went to get a tattoo in the past two days, your dragonfly is so beautiful, I couldn't hold it back—hey, it still hurts, I don't know how you held it back when you got the tattoo.I am a big man screaming in pain, making the little girl tattoo artist in the store laugh and laugh, I am ashamed, you are not ashamed to come with me, and run away by yourself every time you have something to do, right?

Xuanxuan's grades are good, I guess Xiao Shengchu will not worry about it, and I have to thank you for your concern.

I didn't go to Chongqing either, I was afraid that if I didn't take you with me, you would be angry and wouldn't come to me.

Well, I guess you don't want to listen to my gossip, I miss you too, and I will go to the cemetery to see you then.

Shen Yilai who still loves you 2015.6.30】

"Xuanxuan, you should do your homework well first, Dad has something to go out for a while."

Shen Yilai folded the letter and put it in his close-fitting pocket.

The rain curtain adds saturation to the dense dark green shade in summer, and the bright red flowers blooming on the side of the road are all full of juice and droop their heads heavily.

"We have arrived at the terminal - Jiangcheng Cemetery, and look forward to meeting you next time."

The man was dressed in black and walked to a tombstone.All the rain slid off the black nylon umbrella, avoiding the bouquet of white daisies.

He lit the lighter under the umbrella, and the letter burned.

"Nian said, I write to you every year, anyway, you can see it now, then I will write one, come here to burn one, and attach a photo of me, don't forget what I look like I don’t like to force others. If you want to wait for me, you can wait for me to find you; My little friend, please be healthy and healthy this time, and don’t get sick again.”

He bent down, kissed the tombstone affectionately, and used his fingertips to draw black and white photos on Yang Nian's young face.

But without Yang Nian's words, how could Shen Yilai spend the rest of his life happily.

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One evening ten years ago, when Shen Yi came home from get off work, he was about to take Xuan Xuan from Yang Nian's arms, but he slapped him away and joked:

"Hey, wash your hands and eat first, don't hold the baby, it's dirty."

Shen Yilai laughed "giggling", with some youthful rebellion, he opened his arms wider, and embraced both Yang Nianshuo and Xuanxuan.

"Alai, I've been in your arms for the rest of my life."

--Finish--

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Flowers are over~