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Celle had a rainy July.

The sky outside the window is filled with light gray, which makes the sharp corner fence in the yard whiter, and the black of the soil is faintly shining among the green grass, and the color is distinct.This white and black separate this small courtyard from the world, and even the old man holding an umbrella walking in the rain seems to be walking in another time and space.

In this natural silence, Leon opened his eyes.He removed the instrument from his body, the roaring sound of the machine was like the panting of a tired giant beast before its death, it was helpless but finally stopped.Tears flowed from his eyes, he wiped them away, and looked at the place where Gu Qing was lying outside two soundproof rooms: the window was milky white, with bulletproof glass; the wall was light blue, and three monitoring monitors were hung. The appearance; the bed is metal, and the cushion is neither soft nor thick.

Doctor Tao Henghuan in the room saw him getting up and waved a sweater needle at him.He nodded and stood up from the sofa bed.When the door was pushed open, the damp brought by the rain climbed to his chest, and he clearly felt the throbbing pain in the ribs that held his heartbeat.He fumbled in his pocket and obtained a crumpled cigarette from it.

Before he could even think about it, he put it in his mouth, trying to hold down his trembling lower lip, and forced himself to look at the scenery outside the window.

Not far from the house he lives in is New Gaia College, which surrounds the three-story building where Gu Qing used to work, occupying a total of four blocks. The buildings of different heights are collectively painted off-white, which is completely different from the brick red in other places. different.He stared at it for a while, and a curly-haired girl in a student uniform hurried across the continuous steps and hid under the umbrella of her companion. The umbrella covered their heads, leaving him with a picture of interlocking fingers.

He bit his cigarette and pulled the corner of his mouth, took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket, and dialed it to Lu Qian.

"Hello? Brother Lion King is out?" His voice, which seemed never to be stained with sadness, was full of smiles.

"Yeah." Leon replied vaguely, looking for a lighter in the other trouser pocket with his free hand, as every time before, he returned frustrated.

"Leon?" Lu Qian asked a little solemnly.

"See you later." He bit the filter hard.

"I'm in the academy, shall I go to you or you to me?" Lu Qian replied immediately.

"Let's talk about it later." Leon was about to hang up the phone.

"What's wrong with you? I'll come and find you right away." There was a sound of a chair being kicked over the phone, and Lu Qian cried out in pain, and then said anxiously, "Wait for me."

"Hello!" Leon was suddenly not so nervous, and he stopped him with a little ease, and finished what he wanted to say: "Bring an embryo culture dish, I will wait for you at my house."

The other side was stunned for a moment: "You are so bitter and bitter, have you decided to have a baby?"

"Yes," Leon put the crushed cigarette back into his pocket, "My child and Gu Qing's."

"wait--"

He eagerly took the line and cut off the connection with Lu Qian.

The rain outside is neither fast nor slow, like continuous needles falling on my heart, as if it will never stop.He turned off the phone and put it away, squeezed his sweaty hands, and walked towards Gu Qing's room.

Through the glass, Dr. Tao Henghuan was rolling up Gu Qing's sleeves, wiping them intently, preparing for the injection.He lay down for nine years, and the muscles atrophied along with those blood vessels that were not clear at first.Tao Henghuan pushed down his glasses, pressed Gu Qing's pale forearm with his right hand, held the syringe in his left hand, and stared at Gu Qing's skin for a long time.

"I'll come." Leon pushed open the door and walked forward quickly.

"I may also be at the age of blindness." He handed him the syringe and explained with a smile.

"Psychology is your forte."

"That's not what I learned at first," Tao Henghuan chuckled and shook his head, "Let's go first."

"Please wait for me for a while." Leon smiled: "It won't take long."

"Okay." Tao Henghuan was a little surprised, but still nodded.

Leon was skillfully nursing Professor Gu Qing.He first measured Gu Qing's heartbeat and body temperature, then wiped his face, and finally gave him an infusion.When the needle was inserted, Leon narrowed his eyes, as if treating the most serious experiment, he pulled out the needle, carefully wiped Gu Qing's arm with alcohol cotton, and then bent down.

Tao Henghuan slightly looked away, but from the corner of his eye, he could still see Leon's forehead pressing against Gu Qing's, Leon's hand on Gu Qing's, and Leon's hair hanging down on Gu Qing's.What followed was blocked, perhaps an invisible kiss.

The place where the kiss landed was extremely ambiguous, Tao Henghuan felt a stab in his heart, silently picked up the sweater on the sofa seat, and prepared to leave immediately after he looked up.

For about 3 minutes, Leon raised his head.He didn't speak, then took out a box from his pocket, picked it lightly on Gu Qing's arm, and took off a piece of skin.Tao Heng's heart sank, and he asked:

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to give birth to Gu Qing's child." He took out the disposable needle used for drawing blood.

"The child's mother?" Tao Henghuan asked further.

"There is no mother, it is my child and Gu Qing's."

He looked at Tao Henghuan frankly, as if there was nothing wrong with the previous incident, and there was nothing wrong with this incident. It was just that Tao Henghuan thought too much, or it didn't matter if he thought too much—or, he hoped he would think too much.

"You... did he agree?" Tao Henghuan tried hard to make his voice sound steady.

Leon stopped drawing blood, blinked his light blue eyes, and said to him seriously: "I'm still looking forward to him saying no."

All the words of admonition were stuffed in his chest, Tao Henghuan watched him complete the final steps, put the small box upright on the bedside, and sat down on the stool beside the bed.

"Is there anything you want me to do?"

"I want to say thank you," Leon folded his hands, "Thank you for your efforts to find me."

"What did you see in his memory?"

"The young doctor Tao Henghuan is as handsome as he is now," Leon smiled. "Will you be happy for him? He is going to be a father again."

"Leon..."

"Yes?" Leon asked.

Tao Heng sighed, and said seriously: "Yes. If you can be happy like this, then he will be happy too, and I will naturally be happy for him."

The air suddenly became quiet, and the instrument tied to Gu Qing kept making a monotonous "didi" sound, as if a penis was counting down.

"Thank you." Leon said, staring at the instrument beside the bed.

"No, tell me when you're busy, and I'll take over."

Tao Henghuan didn't bring anything and left in a hurry. Leon got up and looked at his panicked back, squeezed the window sill tightly, and finally picked up the umbrella and knitting work he had forgotten and walked out.

What are those old things?It's not something he should know. It would be great if he could forget it.

When he walked to the porch, he saw Lu Qian coming. He was wearing clothes for the students, holding a double flower umbrella, and a bouquet of flowers around his chest, with a magnolia branch inside as usual.Lu Qian greeted Tao Henghuan with an umbrella, smiled and sent him to the car, leaving the umbrella in his car.

Leon simply leaned against the door and waited for him, the drizzle pattered on the floor tiles, the tiles were dark red, not sure if it looked like when his parents left.Lu Qian sent the visitor away, covered the bouquet of flowers with his clothes and ran to the eaves, made a face at him through the glass of the porch, and those old things that were lingering in his throat were washed away for a while.

Leon smiled and opened the door.

"Why do you suddenly think of being a father?" After meeting, he asked impatiently.

"It's getting old."

"Trick me." Lu Qian rolled his eyes and stuffed the flower into his arms, "Hey, condolences from Professor Gu's apprentice."

"Let his husband arrange it by himself." Leon motioned for the things in his hand.

"Doctor Tao asked you to keep it and use it when you come in the afternoon."

"it is good."

The two walked back to Qing's room, Leon sat on the head of Gu Qing's bed, Lu Qian arranged the bouquet of magnolia flowers on the window sill, and then bowed reverently to Professor Gu: "My grandson, Lu Qian, pays tribute to you."

"What the hell are disciples?"

"I'm Chen Qi's apprentice, so I'm naturally his grandson. It doesn't matter. I don't care about these identity labels." Lu Qian waved his hand.

identity, label.Knowing that he was comforting himself in different ways, Leon laughed immediately, and handed him the transparent box next to the bed: "Hold on, samples of me and Gu Qing."

Lu Qian took it over, tilted his head and asked, "You have been there for three or four days this time, what did you see at Professor Gu's place?"

"I saw the picture of my parents before they passed away, and the scene of him looking for me in Bremen without eating or drinking. My mother held on until someone could entrust her to him, and he relied on a picture of me in front of the window when I was a baby. Find me in such a big city with photos and a few words, true or false."

"So... you forgive him?"

"Aren't you going to help me have a baby?" Leon asked him deliberately.

Lu Qian looked at him extremely innocently, blinking his big eyes a few times, making people want to laugh inexplicably.Even though several years have passed, he can still remember the time when they promised to be friends without secrets. At that time, he got the message from Lu Qian that Gu Qing would never wake up again. Lu Qian shook his head and promised to be with him There are no other secrets.

The feeling of being stuck in the throat is back.

In the past few years, he has received too many past events from Gu Qing, some he remembers, some are vague, and some he does not remember at all, and it is even impossible to understand.He really wants to talk about those things with others now, not to judge right from wrong, but to hope that there will be another person in this world who understands the side of Gu Qing that no one knows, and knows that apart from Chen Qi in books or legends, he In addition to my master, I am an ordinary person.

"What are you thinking about?" Lu Qian asked him in a low voice.

Leon looked back at him: the young man with a low ponytail pursed his lips, his big eyes were full of worry.Just like back then, he didn't know him very well, but at the worst moment when he saw him, the same worry was on his face.

It has been almost 9 years since that day.At that time, he promised that he would not tell anyone. To this day, no one else knows except Chen Qi.

It is still raining outside the window, and it may not stop until tomorrow.Today's laboratory work is endless testing, Mingyue is here, and I shouldn't be complained if I don't go.

"What are you doing this afternoon?" Leon asked.

"I've already asked for leave, and the game has also been suspended for maintenance, so I will accompany you." Lu Qian raised his eyebrows at him twice, "How is it, isn't it the fattest friend, the best?"

Leon gave him a thumbs up: "I haven't told you the whole thing about me and Gu Qing, have I?"

Lu Qian shook his head, with a more serious look on his face.

"Would you like to sit in Dr. Tao's chair? It's very comfortable." Leon pointed to the low chair with the knitting work hanging on it.

"Wait for me to get some water in the car." Lu Qian said and walked out of the house.

Leon smiled when he heard his hurried footsteps.If you can live like Lu Qian, it's really good, no matter how bad things happen, you will always be strong and optimistic.Unfortunately, he couldn't.Those past events were entangled in his daily life, unable to get rid of, unable to forget.

Gu Qing was still lying there unconscious, with only a thin layer of freshly shaved hair, revealing a pale forehead and resolute browbones. The tail of his eyebrows was longer than that of ordinary people, and the color at the end was slightly lighter .He got up and kissed again at the end of his eyebrows, then gently stroked his arm, and said softly: "I'll tell him once, and you will listen to it too."

Just like this is a personal story, you are not Gu Qing, I am not Leon, we are both bystanders.

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Croatia didn't win in red...miracles don't happen often.