Double ten

Urban area.

A new teaching building of a college of higher learning is under construction.

The temporary flashing lights illuminated this spacious land, and the roar of the excavator sounded 'rumble', which was extremely harsh in the dark night. Following the sound, the students who were going to self-study next night couldn't help frowning and muttering, cursing and going to the dormitory Walk.

"After work and off work, remember to take the tools away and don't leave them on the construction site..." The contractor took a loudspeaker and shouted to the construction site, and construction workers gathered one after another with the tools they used, waiting for the foreman After counting the number of people and leaving two people here to take care of them, they got into the car and dragged a large group of people to the outside of the school.

Finally able to rest, the two people left together, one continued to watch here, and the other was responsible for buying some food.

After running for a while, covered in sweat, and carrying the late night snacks he bought, the shirtless middle-aged uncle walked over to the temporary tent that he had set up, shouting, "Oh, it's really hot today. It's already October."

"En." The guard answered him, very young, young man, with neck-length hair, mixed with stinky sweat, wet and greasy sticking to the ears and the side of his face.

"I said you, you don't want to cut the hair that is going to grow or not? It's a hot day, isn't it uncomfortable?" The uncle gave him the share, and the uncle moved away from him a few steps away with disgust, and sat down on the ground. Eat with a box lunch.

Opening the lunch box, there was steaming steaming and oily rice noodles mixed with stir-fried green vegetables. After a few mouthfuls, the young man replied slowly, "It's not uncomfortable."

"Hehe..." The uncle twitched the corners of his mouth with a half-smile, stopped talking to him, sat up cross-legged, picked up a magazine and spread it on the floor, and flipped through it while eating with his back bowed. This is from his return On the way, a beautiful female student sent it to him.

It is said to be a magazine, but it is actually a leaflet for a certain hospital.Make a few touching stories to attract people's attention, or the latest whereabouts of a certain star, add two pages of jokes to make people happy, and then place the hospital's first-class technology and contact information in various places, Tsk tsk, just ask if you want to see it or not.

"Hey..." The uncle laughed wretchedly while watching, his mouth was stuffed, but he couldn't stop his mouth, and he didn't know what he saw.

The young man pawed at the vermicelli, acting calmly as if he hadn't heard it.

After supper, the student dormitory building not far away began to turn off the lights and quiet down. The two took turns taking a bath. The uncle fell asleep first, and the young man sat outside the tent and counted the stars.

Big cities are seriously polluted, and twenty or thirty stars are the top ones that can be seen with the naked eye without the aid of props.

After counting the stars, the young man boredly picked up a branch to write and draw on the ground. After finishing the writing, he swept it with his big feet, and when he finished the painting, he stomped on it, so that people couldn't see clearly what he wrote or drew.

"Gu~" A strange voice sounded, the young man was taken aback for a moment, and then ran while holding his stomach. After running for about ten steps, he turned back, picked up the discarded magazine on the ground, and ran faster.

It was too late to go to the toilet, and the young man found a remote weed, which was a burst of disharmonious liberation.

. . . . .

"Oops!" The young man buckled his belt and stepped out of the grass after finishing the solution, not to mention how comfortable he was.

The moon shyly hid half in the clouds, covering his eyes as if scolding him for not being ashamed.

After fastening the belt, he turned the magazine in his hand upside down, and just about to throw it away, he paused and retracted.

Finding the page on the back, by the dim moonlight, when he roughly read the neatly printed characters on it, he ran out of the school like a gust of wind.

The magazine lost its strength and fell to the dirt floor. When the wind blew, several pages rattled non-stop, covering the main content.

The young man frantically rushed to the nearest bus stop. At this time, let alone a bus, there was no private car. He took out his mobile phone that had been shut down for several months from his pocket, and tremblingly pressed the power button.

The screen has been black, it seems that there is no power.

He was so angry that he almost smashed his mobile phone, but he didn't smash it in the end. He put it in his pocket, and continued to run as he couldn't wait for the car.

"Uncle, wait for me..." A cry broke through the sky and was scattered in the wind.

At 2:35 am on October [-]th, the hospital.

According to the direction of the electrocardiogram, Mu Feng's breath of life became weaker and weaker. Except for the attending doctor Yang Jin and a nurse, Xia Chengfeng was guarding him.

At 2:42, Xia Yunfeng pushed the door and walked in quietly. After he and Yang Jin nodded and greeted each other, he stood quietly in the corner with his hands in his pockets.

At 2:47, when Sun Yan and Xu Qi heard the news, they looked over to the bed, silently finding a place to act as a transparent person.

At 2:51, Mu Feng reluctantly opened his eyelids to see what was going on in the room, and then slowly closed them.

At 2:53, the room was so quiet that you could even hear the needle drop, everyone dared not vent their breath, or lowered their eyes, or half-bowed their heads, not knowing what to think, Xia Chengfeng kept his sitting posture and held Mufeng's hand for hours. It has not changed, his eyes are only on the person on the bed, without blinking.

At 2:55, a reporter got reliable information from nowhere and wanted to break in noisily, but was kicked, kicked and thrown over his shoulder by Yang Jinxu, and was quietly pushed out of the room without disturbing the person on the bed.

At 2:57, the door was pushed open suddenly, and Yang Jin was about to move, but Xu Qi stopped him, only to realize that this was the person Mu Feng was waiting for—Ruian.

Except for Mu Feng and Xia Chengfeng who had their backs to the door, everyone else looked at him who had just entered the door, and those who knew him almost couldn't recognize him intuitively.

It used to be a short cut, but now it is neck-length hair.

In the past, the skin was wheat-colored and healthy, but now it is getting darker, almost like Africans.

It used to be a sleek dress, but now it is a conservative citizen dress.

The mobile phone was turned off, the ID card was not used, and he deliberately hid... No wonder he couldn't be found for several months.

Five pairs of eyes looked at him, and he walked towards the hospital bed with heavy steps as if he didn't realize it.

"Uncle..." Kneeling on the side of the bed, tears streaming down his face, Ryan called him softly.

But it's been more than half a year, why is his uncle who is vigorous, healthy and strong, who supports him a world, weak and old like a bad old man?

Who can tell him?

No one told him.

Mu Feng, who was lost in the edge of endless darkness, was pulled back by the sound of nature almost for a long time.

He struggled to open his eyes, and after seeing the person clearly, he tremblingly raised his right hand to touch the real person, making sure that he was not dreaming.

Sensing his intention, Ryan held his hand in his palm, tears in his eyes.

The warm feeling, a symbol of vitality, was the same as the body temperature of the senior who was holding on to his left hand, which proved that Ryan really came back.

Xia Chengfeng held on to his left hand all the time, and he didn't care anymore. At this moment, he could only see his nephew.

"Xiao...An..." His lips opened and closed, making a strange tone and a thin sound. Ryan understood it, and hurriedly responded: "Well, uncle."

The corner of his mouth came into play, engraving his face into his heart, Mu Feng smiled with satisfaction, "Come back...just...ok..."

"Okay" stop, hands down, Ryan's clenched palms became empty, that person, go.

"Uncle..." The despairing, sad and desolate cry shook the entire building, and one could tell at the sound that someone had left this world to find another beautiful world.

At this time, the time points to three o'clock, and Mu Feng fought against the illness for 168 days and 3 hours, and passed away peacefully.

Dazed for a long time, Xia Chengfeng slowly got up and took a step. His numb feet, which had not moved for a long time, were unable to support him. He fell heavily on the ground. Xia Yunfeng, Sun Yan and others rushed to help him. He got up, stumbled and dragged his heavy feet out of the room, the world was so big that he didn't know where to go.

He was walking aimlessly and didn't respond to being bumped into. Fortunately, Yang Jin caught up and took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to him.

Patted him on the shoulder, said softly "sorry", then walked away to leave him space.

The letter was sealed, and on the cover were the five characters of "Xia Chengfeng's personal letter".

Stopping his pace and standing in the center of the corridor where people come and go, Xia Chengfeng tore open the seal and unfolded the letter.

Senior, when you read this letter, I must be gone. I have no regrets at this age.

How strong the love is, how painful the hate is, I used to think that everything can't be let go, but when that moment comes, nothing is important anymore.The pain and hatred of the past can be remembered very peacefully.

I used to think that I don't owe anyone anymore, but I still owe it, especially you.

I have fantasized about you, and that is a memory I will never forget until I die.

20 years, I can hardly remember what you look like.

Nice to meet you. I have no friends in my life, and few people are willing to make friends with me. You are the first friend in my life. You are so warm and take care of me like a big brother.

During that time, apart from my family, I was the happiest day. I was really happy and lucky to meet you.

I promised you to go to practice, but when something like that happened, I couldn’t realize it. I thought I would never meet you again, but after 20 years, when I received your call and heard your magnetic voice, I really can't believe I'm still seeing you.

In the cafe, the moment I saw you, I didn't know how I felt. You haven't changed, but I have.

You have grown taller, more handsome, mature and stable, and more masculine. Although you are almost 40 years old, you are still as warm as before, making people want to get closer.Time has not taken away anything from you, I told myself desperately, we are not from the same world, I am not worthy of you.After talking about work matters, I couldn't help but want to escape. I was afraid that if I didn't leave quickly, I would no longer be able to restrain myself. The desire to be close to you is so strong, and I hate me.

People like me have lost the right to love anyone. I can't drag you into hell, and I can't let anyone laugh at you. You are such a perfect person, and you should have a complete and beautiful life.

The five days with you on the island were the happiest days since my father left, except for meeting Xiaoan. Of course, there were also these few months.

Why are you so desperate?Find someone to live with, okay?I am an old man, you are still young, are you losing money?

Sorry, senior, do you know why I like to call you senior instead of your name?

That's because, when I met you in college, and before that, I was qualified to be worthy of you.

No, it is not possible.

Mom can't even bear divorce, how can she accept the fact that her son likes a man?

I'm sorry for her, sorry for Dad, and sorry for the ancestors of the Mu family.

I'm sorry, Xia Chengfeng.

If there is an afterlife, if we will meet again, if possible, I hope that I will still be the same me, complete my studies well, and live a good life with my family. You will still be the same you, the first time you met at the university gym You who want to teach me how to play basketball, I will keep the appointment, I will keep my promise, and I will not miss the appointment. We will live a normal life.

Xia Chengfeng, find someone you love, who also loves you, and live a good life.

Xiao An, please.

Thank you!

忽念

Signed: Mu Feng, September 2035, 9.

It turns out that you are already ready.The letters in black and white were gradually stained with sporadic vermilion liquid. Xia Chengfeng's chest was painful, his jaw could not be closed tightly, he spurted blood suddenly, and fell to the ground.

In a coma, he did not forget to hold the letter tightly in his hand.The crowd around screamed to avoid dodging, and Yang Jin, who was guarding not far away, galloped over and carried him to the emergency room.

At dawn, it cleared up, and the dark clouds that had lingered over the hospital for several months dissipated and disappeared.

On this day, the news headlines of major websites read: Masterpiece passed away in the early morning at the age of 39.

Two days to 39, to be exact.

A prison in Wucheng.A young man in a prison uniform with shaved hair and shaved head, someone brought this news to him during the break. He looked up at the sky for a long time without saying a word.