together for a moment

When Nick arrived at the hospital, Mama Du had been out of breath for a long time, the plastic bag was removed, and she was lying on the bed peacefully, as if she was just asleep.

Lian Jueliang stood close behind Nick, with one hand lightly wrapped around his back, as if he was afraid that he would poke at him at any time, but Nick just stared blankly at the familiar face on the bed, and turned his head to the side with an almost inaudible voice. Volume said to Lian Jueliang, "Can I be alone with my mother?"

"Okay, I'm outside, call me if you need something." Lian Jueliang squeezed his shoulder twice, walked out of the ward and closed the door behind him.

Nick sat down on the chair beside the bed just like last night, it felt very unreal, the person who could still talk and laugh last night, but every time he shouted that he would go out to see the sea when the weather was good, how could he leave He just left?

There was a folded note by Mama Du's pillow, on which was written "For Pianpian". He pulled out the note with trembling hands, and when he opened it, it was in Mama's beautiful handwriting.

"Pianpian, forgive mom, mom doesn't want to be imprisoned in this stinky bag anymore, and you shouldn't be imprisoned here, take mom to see the beautiful scenery, I also want to bathe in the solemn and peaceful sunrise, also I want to blow the wind of freedom in the south. It's good to be your mother, I love you."

Nick pressed the note to his heart, and cried on his mother's cold arm. If this is love, why is he in so much pain?Why can't he bear everyone's love for him?

He poured all his tears into that heartbreaking morning, and he never cried again, whether it was cremation or farewell, but those beautiful and clear eyes had lost some color with the tears.

The farewell ceremony was quite simple. The old employees of the textile factory came to say goodbye to Mama Du, and even Jue Liang’s parents also came. What the deceased said, the eyes of the two old people were red, and they sobbed softly and wiped their tears frequently. Nick thought he would hate them, but when he looked up at the gentle and beautiful mother smiling in the photo frame, he also pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled bitterly. Life is too short, some things must be let go with the wind.

After that, Nick followed his mother's instructions that night to handle the abandonment and inheritance. He spent a week emptying out the items in the house by himself. There is a story behind each item. Tacky magnets, my mother hand-stitched a bag for piano scores, and an electric fan at his age that rattled.He turned on the electric fan, blowing the air with his eyes closed, as he did when he was a child, and relive the rattling sound again. The scenery is still there, but the summer spent in this house will never come back.He packed it up and threw it away with his own hands. In the end, he couldn't keep anything tangible, but it was too heavy to keep every bit of it in his heart. He had to learn to say goodbye and discard it.

After handing over the house, Nick felt that his life had returned to zero. He borrowed a small warehouse from Lian Jueliang for stockpiling, and temporarily stored the few things left over after removing the chaff. Find out the big backpack and prepare to embark on a journey again.

"Why put it in the warehouse? I can just put it in my house, and there are not many things." Lian Jueliang looked down at the big boxes.

"No, your home is your private domain, so I won't go in." Nick refused quite frankly, "What's more, I don't know how long I will be back from this trip, and my things will probably have to be put away for a while."

"It's so clear, brother will be sad to hear it," Lian Jueliang smiled wryly and shook his head, "Pianpian, we really..."

"Impossible," Nick grinned, "If it hurts you that we can only be friends but not lovers, then don't contact me."

Lian Jueliang was silent for a while, then took a deep breath, took out an envelope from his pocket and handed it to him, "No, keep it. Keep some money with you for emergencies." When Nick heard that it was money, he even looked at the envelope. He refused without even looking at him. Lian Jueliang pressed his hand and said: "If you don't accept it, our family will always owe your family. I will always owe you a kind of debt. The amount is not big, even if it is a favor Busy, settle the grievances and grievances between our two families."

Nick lowered his eyes and pursed his lips with a low smile, and no longer refused, "Then I have to choose a beautiful souvenir for you from the trip."

Lian Jueliang twitched the corner of his mouth, looked at the backpack at his feet, hesitated for a while and couldn't help but ask, "Are you alone on this trip?"

"No, I brought my mother this time." Nick fished out the silver chain hanging around his neck. The pendant was a glass bottle the size of a knuckle, which contained some white /powder/powder. "Finally I can bring her Walking around." He rolled his eyes and smiled.

"What about him?" Lian Jueliang asked again, "Did you tell him?"

"No, I don't want to appear in front of him with such a weak appearance." Nick shook his head, his eyes showed a bit of loneliness and helplessness, "I'm very confused, I don't know what is right. Hobbies are like things wrapped in sugar Pills, after licking the sweet shell, the inside is bitter. I don’t understand why loving someone will cause so many troubles and pains. In the end, even if the cultivation is fruitful, one day there will still be a separation between heaven and man forever. Why bother? mess it up?"

He frowned, scratched his head, and sighed, bent over and threw the backpack onto his shoulder vigorously, and weighed it, "I'd better go out for a walk by myself, settle down on the journey and slowly think about the answer."

"Well. Be careful on the road, your shoulders are just right, don't be too pushy, and don't treat yourself badly if you have enough to eat and live." He was about to leave again, he would never be able to keep this person, Lian Jueliang's hand hanging by his side clenched his fist He let go again, and squeezed Nick's shoulder: "Goodbye."

Nick turned around without hesitation, and flicked his hand in the air, "I'm leaving, bye."

"Pianpian, I forgot to ask where you are going?" Lian Jueliang called to his back.

"I," Nick turned sideways, blinked his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth, "I'll take my mom to see the most beautiful sunrise."

After more than a year, he set foot on this indescribable country again, and the city he landed in was the Great Eastern City, which was once the capital of British India - Calcutta.

After getting off the plane, the warm and humid air hits your face, and the cells in your body are stretched out. Nick took off his down jacket and stuffed it into the innermost layer of his backpack. He took out his sunglasses and clipped it to his neckline. His trousers were rolled up for a long time. His white ankles are particularly eye-catching.

Nick squeezed into the bus with the locals, played three posts with people in the front, back, left, and right, and soon broke out a thin layer of sweat. The air in the car was thinner than a [-]-meter mountain.The heart beat faster and faster as the car stopped abruptly without warning, and his chest was full of shame. He put his palm on his heart and felt the power of life again.

He quickly returned to the travel mode. On the second day of his arrival, he cut his hair for a street barber on the side of the road. He sat on a small stool and wore a loop that countless people had worn on his shoulders. He kept telling him to make it shorter. One o'clock, in less than 10 minutes, the three thousand troubles turned into a small cut, and the sun could shine into the scalp, and Nick felt warm all over his body.

Even if it is not the first time to visit, it is still not easy to travel in India. This diverse and inclusive country is too flexible, the price is negotiated, the road is always unclear, the time is for reference, and poverty Mess and noise are everywhere.For anyone who is accustomed to regularity and stability, it is easy to maladjust, but for Indians who are burdened with the caste system, although they accept their fate, they are not lacking in happiness.

The mountains of rubbish in the alleys can't stop the children from playing football happily.

A train delayed for more than half a day can make people in the waiting room sing and dance.

The heavy rain can flood the roads, but it can't spoil the tea-drinking mood of the Indians. With their trousers rolled up, everyone still stands by the tea stalls and chats for days and nights.

Life is not easy, Nick thought, so a little bit of happiness should not be missed.

A few days later, he took the train and headed west all the way. He chose the slowest train and took the cheapest sleeper car. It was freezing cold in the middle of the night. Looking at the starlight in the night sky through the glass, I wonder if Zhao Yimu, who lives thousands of miles away and also lives under this sky, is doing well now?

He misses him a little bit,

It's the kind of miss that sparks like a prairie fire.

After staying in several cities of different sizes, I finally came to Varanasi again.The moment I set foot on the platform, memories came flooding back, as if I was still waiting for Zhao Yimu to show up with his 28-inch suitcase yesterday.

Many things will not be forgotten, sometimes just remembered in a very deep place in my heart.

At the dawn of the day, people and vehicles have not yet appeared. Walking in the winding alleys, he still has the leeway to reminisce about the past. Every corner is similar to a certain part of the memory, but it is not the same. In the end, he finds that he remembers the most clearly. Yes, only the frown and smile of the person next to me at that time.

Instinctively head towards the direction of the Ganges River, although the sun has not yet risen, but the distant sky is ready to see some light, Nick found the hotel where he stayed with Zhao Yimu last year with this little light, and wrote the name on it with paint The signboard said hi, smiled as if reunited with an old friend, and then opened the door to go in.

"Good morning, do you have anything today..." Nick was interrupted by the clerk at the counter as soon as he opened his mouth.

"You don't know if there are any vacancies until the tenants check out at ten o'clock in the morning." The Indian boy is a different person from last year, but this sentence seems to be common from last year to this year.The Indian kid pointed to a corner of the lobby, where there were already two or three pieces of luggage leaning crookedly, "You can put your luggage down first, go out and have breakfast, take a stroll and come back."

That's the only way to go.

Nick re-tied the scarf that had just been torn apart, folded his palms together, breathed two breaths of hot air into it, rubbed it, and then pushed open the door to go out. The rising sun had burst out from the other side of the river, shining orange red brightly on the ancient life. River, Nick hooked the small glass bottle around his neck, and said softly, "Mom, the most beautiful sunrise is coming."

He started to walk from this end of the river bank. The mottled murals on the old altar were still there, as were the brokers who lingered like flies. Even the cleansing disciples and the dazzling sunrise were exactly the same as the pictures in his memory. , The Ganges is so magical that the flowing time stands still here.

But it's still different,

At that time, the person who shared the sunrise feast with him, the person who walked slowly on the river bank with his back on his back, and the person who kissed him under the clear moon sky were not by his side.

Life is like this, all the people who love you and you love will leave one day, so the happiness you once had can only become memories.No wonder Hindus hope to be cremated on the banks of the Ganges. According to Hindu legends, the Ganges is the entrance to heaven, and if you die here, you will be free from reincarnation and the reunion and parting of life after life.

Nick chose a platform where he was unwilling to disturb the bathing of the believers and sat down, quietly admiring the rising sun, the golden orange light shining on all beings without distinction, even the small glass bottle on his chest was shining.

Halfway through Sunrise Show, he was already shivering from the cold, thinking too much about philosophical issues and consuming energy. Nick jumped off the platform with his arms folded, eager to have a cup of hot milk tea to warm his spleen and stomach at this moment. Is that milk tea stand still there?He jogged towards the place in his memory, remembering that a serious person like Brother Owen also loves this drink, and every time he looks like he can't understand himself, and refills after drinking a glass.

Nick pursed his lips and smiled after thinking about it, and ran to the stall a little faster. The milk tea stall still surrounded a group of people with high popularity, and they stood or sat by the side for refilling and chatting.He hopped into the stall, but saw a very familiar figure squatting on a small stool drinking tea.

Suddenly, it was as if someone had hit his heart with a mallet like a gong, and the shock made his brain buzz.

This must be someone else with a 90.00% similarity. Nick stood pinned two meters behind that figure. It was so similar. This person even had the scarf they bought together around his neck.

His eager gaze would probably generate electric waves. The figure drinking tea suddenly stiffened and turned his head slowly. His eyes were squinted by the harsh sunlight, and he had to frown to recognize the silhouette against the light.

"Nick?" Zhao Yimu yelled first, then slowly got up and walked towards him and stood in front of him, his eyes were full of thousands of words, which were about to boil and overflow, but his mouth was quite flat: "Are you coming? We are waiting for you." You have been around for a long time."

If the trembling in the voice is ignored, it is a very ordinary conversation.

"You... this..." The sudden reunion was more unreal than a dream, and Nick stared wide-eyed for a long time before uttering: "What are you doing here?"

"Drink tea, and I'll wait for you by the way." Zhao Yimu smiled with a stretched brow and eyes, and stroked his fluffy short hair. "The new shape looks like a stunned head. I like it." The last three words At that time, Zhao Yimu leaned into his ear and spoke in a deep, slow and full of emotion. Nick's heart was sweet and sour when he heard it, as if he had walked such a long way alone just to hear these three words.

Zhao Yimu saw that surprise, grievance and worry intertwined in his eyes, which were so cute that it made people feel distressed. He took Nick's cold hand and put it in his palm, "I have been waiting for you here for two weeks, drinking tea every day and watching the sunrise , I want to say that I don’t know when you will appear.”

"How do you know I'm here?" Nick still couldn't react, "Two weeks...the Chinese New Year holiday is so long now?"

"Lian Jueliang said that you want to see the most beautiful sunrise, and I guess it's here." Zhao Yimu said, "Also, I've resigned, so I can stay as long as I want."

"Leaving? Why?" Nick asked.

Zhao Yimu was very dissatisfied with Nick's hands that couldn't be warmed up. He went to ask for two cups of hot milk tea, pulled him to the platform next to the stall and sat down, and insisted on watching him drink a few sips before continuing: "I joined this company because Lin Zongpei introduced me. Yes, I didn’t want to owe him this favor, so I resigned.”

He avoids the important and ignores the trivial, but Nick understands immediately, "He knows about us, has he turned against you?"

"Back then, it turned out to be better now." Zhao Yimu glanced at him, smiling unfathomably, "People, you can only empathize with yourself if you experience it yourself, and you can see things from another angle."

"What do you mean?" Nick asked him with his head slightly lowered, drinking his milk tea and staring wide-eyed.

"On the day I left my job, he came to drink with me. I thought he was just trying to make up with me through a treat, but I didn't expect this guy to drink bottle after bottle without saying a word, until he couldn't sit up straight before he got drunk. He cried and told me that his wife was having an affair," Zhao Yimu sighed and said, "It's not the kind that went astray, but the relationship that started before marriage. Now that the child is born, the other party wants to break up with his wife, but his wife I would rather divorce him than break up, and the matter broke out."

"Damn, I thought his marriage was the perfect combination..." Nick was surprised.

"He also always thought that he was the happiest man in the world, but now he realizes that this marriage was wrong from the beginning, and he is just the villain in this scene." Zhao Yimu said.

"So..." Nick suddenly realized, "He can understand that you don't want to marry his sister because you don't want to create a marriage that seems to be perfect."

"That's what it means," Zhao Yimu sighed with a smile, "That's why I said that people have to encounter some things, and they can only look at things from different angles from a different standpoint."

"It's about yourself," Nick laughed, "You didn't know how hard it is to be gay until you met me, right?"

Zhao Yimu smiled and stroked his short hair, his eyes were clear after the rain, "It was only after I got in touch with you that I realized that such a decent person like me has the potential to be the heroine of Qiong Yao. I spent so much for love." Tears, and made my mother so angry that she was hospitalized, what a fucking Qiong Yao."

Nick's smile faltered a bit, and he asked softly, "Is Auntie okay now?"

"She is very good," Zhao Yimu felt that it was a wonderful fate when he said it, "Now he is walking happily on the road of love at dusk, and his complexion and spirit are very good every day."

"Twilight love?" Nick was a little surprised.

"Yeah, our old neighbor next door has been secretly in love with her for a long time. This time when my mother was hospitalized, he helped a lot and finally expressed his heart." Zhao Yimu said with a smile, "My mother finally stopped paying all her attention to me. I am willing to leave some flexibility for each other, so I can come to you with confidence."

"Auntie can accept it?" Nick raised his eyebrows.

"She is still like this. She didn't object so much at the beginning but she didn't express her support, so I have been afraid to go to you. I am afraid that I will become a person who promises but can't keep it." Zhao Yimu said: "But the day I left the company When I packed my belongings and came home, my mother asked me what I was going to do next, and I said frankly that I wanted to find you, guess what she said?"

"You unfilial son, if you leave the house, don't come back!" Nick choked and pretended.

"My mother is not that fierce," Zhao Yimu pinched his face, "She asked me to prove that you can be happy if you take a different path." He brought Nick's empty glass and took his hand , holding hands with interlocking fingers, "Sorry for making you wait so long."

"I was busy a while ago, and a lot of things happened, and I had a lot of negative thoughts," Nick smiled with downcast eyes, and then looked into the distance, "Sometimes I think, if we hadn't met, what would this story be like? Wouldn't it be more fun?"

"If I hadn't met you, the story would be boring and I would finish it in a few sentences." This assumption made Zhao Yimu a little panicked, and he held Nick's hand tightly, "Because of you, this story is exciting with laughter and tears. Only then can the protagonist who is a hero have the opportunity to travel the world for love, lost his way in this city more than a dozen times in two weeks, and waited for his lover on the river bank every day." Zhao Yimu knelt down in front of him and looked up at him: "Hey, My love, would you like to have a happy ending to this story?"

"Are you sure we'll be happy together?" Nick asked him, tilting his head.

"Yes, I will." Zhao Yimu replied quite affirmatively, "Last year you took me to appreciate the beauty in this chaotic country, taught me to feel poetry in a square life, and made me truly appreciate the beauty that has nothing to do with fame and fortune." Happy. Although a lot of sad things happened later, maybe there will be many unsatisfactory things in the future, but Nick, I will review everything when we sit on the rocking chair and bask in the sun hand in hand. These things will be like good tea, just like you and As I said."

"What did I tell you?" The sunrise of the Ganges shines in Nick's warm eyes.

"The hard moments on the journey are often very refreshing aftertaste," Zhao Yimu said, "because I met you, my story finally has something worth writing about."

Nick pursed his lips and smiled, lowered his head and quickly wiped the corners of his eyes with his thumb, sniffled and asked him, "What if you can't wait for me to come?"

"I know you will come, you have to come." Zhao Yimu said with gaudy hype, "I buy oil lamps every day to make a wish with the gods, and I beg them to bring you to me with a lazy face, and I will give you my life's wishes If you run out, you have to take responsibility!"

"How are you responsible?" Nick was amused by him and laughed.

"Simple, promise with your body." Zhao Yimu looked at him with burning eyes.

"You have to ask my mother." Nick smiled and hooked up the glass bottle on the necklace, shaking it in front of his eyes.

"Mother Du, don't worry, leave Nick to me." Zhao Yimu gently pulled off the chain after finishing speaking, pecked Nick on the lips when he leaned forward, and asked with a smile:

"Do you lack a playmate in your life?"

"Hmm... I'll bargain if I lack someone who is handsome and eloquent."

"That can only be me."

"Hey, look, the sunrise is so beautiful."

"Well, I watched it for two weeks, and today is the most beautiful."

Dawn has been sprinkled on the river of life for thousands of years like a day, and the waves are shimmering and twinkling.They are just passers-by on this land, but they stay in each other's life from now on, no longer wandering.

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Hey, my friend!

Thank you for seeing this all the way. This story is sweet or not, or bloody or not. Just like life, it is not perfect, but it is still very meaningful to me. After all, it is the first original book, at least I tried it.

Special thanks to the wormmm little angels who have been following articles and leaving comments all the way. I would be very lonely without you. I feel really lucky to have such readers.And the little angel who threw mine at me, it's a pity that you were disappointed in the end.

Today is the birthday of my most important gay friend - Blooming Moonlight. Although we are always noisy and in love with each other, you are the only one who will accompany me on this road from fan to original.Happy birthday!Must be healthy and healthy.

In December 2011, my travel companions and I spent a month in India. It was a journey as hard as it was happy. We watched the sunrise on the Ganges, slept in the desert on Christmas Eve, and traveled between cities by train and night bus. , Take care of each other when you are sick, and learn to be humorous when you encounter difficulties.Later, we traveled to different countries in the world, but the memories of India cannot be replaced, and they have always held a special place in our hearts.It is such an unforgettable country.

Once a traveler turns around, his whole life is his life, and we will meet later.