What's your name

The pen in Zhou Jing's hand didn't pause any longer, and the last missing stroke of the strong handwriting became a permanent regret.Time seems to have been frozen, Zhou Jing always maintained that posture, his blood-red eyes fixed on a certain point without blinking.After a long time, he let out a loud cough, and even vomited a mouthful of blood.

Bright red blood fell on the black and white words, and also on the front of Zhou Jing's shirt, which was particularly conspicuous.

The butler stepped forward to help him in horror, "Sir!"

Zhou Jing still didn't move, his eyes were fixed on the document in front of him, and the housekeeper couldn't help but look away. There was a scrawled name on it, which he couldn't make out clearly, and it was vaguely the word "Zhi".

It's just the last one, and it didn't fall.

The bright red blood splashed a few points on it, and it looked like a flower had bloomed.

"Sir..." The blood was shocking, the housekeeper had never seen Zhou Jing like this in so many years, "I'll call you a doctor."

After a long time, Zhou Jing closed his eyes, leaned back on the back of the chair, seemed to have lost all strength, and shook his head slightly.

He didn't know how long he sat alone in the study, one hour, two hours, maybe half a morning.

The snow outside started to fall again, the sky was terribly gloomy, and the ruts left in the yard last night were covered by heavy snow again, as if nothing had happened.When the sky darkened, everything became the same as last night. The fireworks outside were still blowing up into the sky, too beautiful to speak, and Li Mozhi would still call him under the fireworks.

He would say, Zhou Jing, do you see fireworks?

Not good-looking, Zhou Jing thought, nothing could be more beautiful than his sweetheart.

But Zhou Jing waited for a long time, but he still didn't get a call from Li Mozhi. He thought, Li Mozhi must be angry with him again, and deliberately making trouble with him again.

Do you think he hasn't returned to the apartment for a long time?Or are you angry that you didn't prepare a New Year's gift for him?

Or maybe he was angry that he didn't give him a red envelope, this little money fan.

Zhou Jing grabbed the car keys on the table and ran to the garage.His white collar was still tinged with redness that had dried up, but the housekeeper tried to stop him eagerly, "Where are you going, sir..."

Zhou Jing didn't hear it at all, he couldn't hear anything, he couldn't even hear the sound of the car's engine and horn, and he rushed out a road on the blocked street.With trembling hands, he took out the key, and there was a keychain that Li Mozhi had hung on it for him. It was very childish, but Zhou Jing never changed it.

The bedroom door was closed, Zhou Jing knocked softly, he didn't dare to make too much movement, "Baby, are you awake?"

No one responded.

"Are you angry with me again?" Zhou Jing had never been so patient before, "Stop making trouble, come out quickly, and take you to watch the fireworks."

No one responded.

Zhou Jing gently pushed open the bedroom door, the quilt was neatly folded, there was no one in the room, and beside the bed was the pocket watch that Li Mozhi gave him before he left.

It walked very accurately, every minute and every second were not bad. Zhou Jing had never looked at this gift that Li Mozhi left for himself. He is not a nostalgic person. He has a watch and a mobile phone. A vintage pocket watch is worn on the body.But now, when Zhou Jing picked it up, there was a finely crafted hollow watch cover on the front, and a rotating cover on the back as well.

Zhou Jing slid it away, and a small rolled note fell out and landed at his feet.

He bent down to pick it up, and was more careful than any other treasure. The paper was rolled very small, and Zhou Jing slowly unfolded it with his fingers. There was a line of small characters on it, which were crookedly written by Li Mozhi.

It will go farther than me and can accompany you for a long time.

Zhou Jing choked up.

The house is still full of traces of Li Mozhi's life. When he left, he took nothing with him, making people think that he would come back anytime, but in fact he never came back, and he had no chance to come back.

The Zhou Jing's big shirt that he likes to wear most hangs in the closet. Now it has been ironed and smooth, and there is still a little bit of his smell on it.At the entrance, the pair of fluffy cotton slippers that Zhou Jing despised as childish were neatly placed in their original place, quietly waiting for his master.

The only thing Li Mozhi took away was the tortoise named Slowly.

Zhou Jing fell asleep on the sofa, he was too tired.

When he woke up, he heard the door opening. Zhou Jing squinted his eyes to see that it was Li Mozhi, "Zhou Jing, why did you fall asleep?"

Holding the bread bought downstairs in his hand, he smiled beautifully. He saw Zhou Jinghong's eyes, "Uncle Zhou, why are you crying?"

Zhou Jing lowered his head, his palms were wet, he immediately laughed, he knew it was Li Mozhi who was having trouble with him again, and waved to him, "Come here quickly."

But Li Mo didn't know, he didn't seem to hear Zhou Jing's words, "No, I have to go."

Zhou Jing stood up abruptly, and didn't feel any pain when his legs hit the corner of the table. He walked towards Li Mozhi and threatened him, "You are not allowed to go anywhere, come quickly!"

Li Mozhi didn't listen to him anymore, so he smiled at him, smiling brighter than ever, Zhou Jing seemed to see the rose in his heart bloom again, but only at that second, Li Mozhi smiled and waved to him, "Goodbye , Uncle Zhou."

Zhou Jing rushed over, but didn't catch anything.

He woke up suddenly, realizing that it was just a dream.But he covered his face and his hands were still wet.

Li Mozhi really left.

With his regret and the love he didn't get, he left behind the world who loved him and his favorite Zhou Jing.