All Quiet in Peking [Fang Cui] People live long

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As soon as Xie Peidong finished speaking, Fang Buting's eyes fell on him. He didn't reply, but the tacit understanding between them, this subtle silence, had silently told Xie Peidong the answer.

Fang Mengao looked at his father and aunt, and said, "I'll stay here and wait for someone."

Fang Buting looked at him suddenly!

Fang Mengao smiled: "Wait for him."

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The older blond Ms. Sophia looked at the two people in front of her, greeted them cordially, and accompanied them to the second floor, unlocked the door, always smiling like that in the church: "Mr. Liang, you aid you would come here with this girl, now you two come here. "

He Xiaoyu looked at Liang Jinglun, Liang Jinglun smiled gently at her, his gentle and elegant gown fluttering.

"Yeas, Mrs. Sofia. And now I think I've fallen in love with this girl."

Sophia looked at him with a surprised expression and then smiled clearly.

"Seeyoulater," said Lady Sophia, and went downstairs.

He Xiaoyu and Liang Jinglun entered the room.

Tables and chairs, bookshelves and books all over the wall.

He Xiaoyu stopped.

Liang Jinglun stopped.

The winter light flowed outside the window, flowing faster and faster, into the room.

The light moved slowly on He Xiaoyu's cheeks, the slender eyelashes cast delicate shadows on the face, those eyes looked pure and confused, looking straight at Liang Jinglun, as if looking for the answer of a lifetime.

The sun shone on He Xiaoyu's body and fell on the corners of her skirt, so she was shrouded in a hazy halo, looking so beautiful, so illusory and unreachable.

Liang Jinglun looked at him, and said slowly: "The ancient night and the music in the distance are eternal, but they don't belong to me. Since I have made a choice and can't choose again, there is absolutely no other choice..."

He Xiaoyu's expression suddenly became ethereal and desolate, and a pair of clear eyes faintly glistened with mist.

Liang Jinglun approached her lightly, acting cautiously as if waiting for a treasure, but it was only a small step closer, "But... I am willing to choose again, even if the final result is death without a place to bury." His right hand has lightly touched He Xiaoyu's cheek, wiping away the tears from the corner of his eyes.

He Xiaoyu couldn't bear it any longer, and threw herself into his arms. For the first time in his life, he was so bold and indulgent, and buried his face into the other's warm chest.Liang Jinglun was stiff for a moment, and then one hand wrapped around He Xiaoyu's waist, and the other hand fell on the top of her head.

The winter sun shone on the two of them, and Liang Jinglun's gentle and elegant gown fluttered.

Holding her in his arms, Liang Jinglun felt a peace of mind that was rare in his life.

The author has something to say: ...transition.

☆, burning night

In the compound of Fang Mansion.

The last box full of gold and silver was carried out of the door. It was used by the common people in exchange for gold coupons. Now it will be shipped to Taiwan, to the place where the Chiang regime will flee.

Xie Peidong stood in the courtyard.

Fang Buting and Cheng Xiaoyun stood in front of him.

Fang Mengao stood beside Xie Peidong.

Fang Buting looked at his elder son standing upright in that black tweed cloak, with no expression on his face, just staring at the boxes of gold and silver being carried away with deep eyes, without saying a word.

It was time to say goodbye now, there were thousands of words, but they seemed to be stuck in my throat, obviously I couldn't say a single word.

This eldest son who made him worry and fight for half his life!This group of them was about to leave, away from the turmoil of war, and go to the countryside to spend the rest of their lives in peace with the world, but Fang Meng Ao stayed behind.

Fang Buting wanted to persuade, but what could he persuade?

Suddenly, a phantom of a person in a dark blue fine-striped suit with a gentle smile on his lips appeared. Fang Buting hated, but also felt helpless, unwilling, and sighed, all kinds of emotions intertwined.He hated this person for taking away his most cherished eldest son in just three years, but also lamented that this person had firm faith and could still stand firm in troubled times.

He took a deep look at his son, he didn't speak, Cheng Xiaoyun and Xie Peidong remained silent even if they had something to say.

Fang Mengao said, "Dad, let's go."

Fang Mengao didn't have anything else to say, and the first thing he said was to say goodbye.

Fang Buting turned around slowly, clenched the cane in his hand, Fang Mengao followed behind, and the group drove to Dongdan Airport.

January 21, 38, December 23 of the lunar calendar in the [-]th year of the Republic of China, was a small year.It was cloudless in Beiping that night, and most of the moon had risen.The tower of the Forbidden City is in sight.

Fang Mengao was here, sending his family to Xu Changwu's plane.Looking up at the C-46 whose propellers were spinning rapidly in the air, at the end, my eyes turned sour, I hurriedly lowered my head, and stopped looking.

He boarded his own C-46, put on the earphones, and gradually lifted off amidst the huge roar of the propeller.The huge city of Beiping gradually shrinks and condenses in the eyes, and Fang Mengao is overlooking Beiping.

Beiping under the dim moonlight is like an aerial photo, like a sleeping history book!

Fang Mengao quickly raised his hand to salute the sleeping Peiping, pulled the joystick, and the plane flew towards the huge moon!

Inside the Desheng Gate in Beiping, there was a turmoil of voices and singing!

The sky in the liberated area is a bright sky,

The people in the liberated areas really like it...

Military vehicles and tanks drove in from the crowd!

On the first military vehicle, the portrait of Zhu De, the portrait of Zhu De!

Crowds are still pouring towards the People's Liberation Army team entering the city!

Many people were blocked behind the crowd.

Fang Mengao's keen eyes glanced at the green military uniforms!

Suddenly, he looked at someone!Originally, Deshengmen was crowded with people like a sea, but Fang Mengao could clearly see the figure of the man with his eyes that had flown over the Himalayas countless times, and could find the hump canyon in the blind weather. .

That person's black hair, the light smile on the corner of that person's mouth, and those gentle and affectionate eyes, when they hit the eyelids, it was like the sharpest, cruelest and warmest sharp knife piercing into the heart, drawing blood dripping on the heart. scars.But he is willing.

As long as it is him, no matter what is waiting for him ahead, he is willing.

As if the appearance of that person pressed the still button of this world, all the turbulent crowds, roaring noise, laughter and singing gradually faded and disappeared under the huge moon.All Fang Mengao could see and hear was that person.

Back then he said "I appreciate you."

His words "I love you..." that night

A sentence in front of Xishan Prison: "Protect you..."

Fang Mengao's eyes couldn't help but began to blur, and some warm and moist liquid came out from the corners of his eyes.He wiped away his tears with one free hand, and the world became clear again before his eyes.

Ignoring the hustle and bustle of the city, Fang Mengao pulled the joystick and landed towards Dongdan Airport!

The world began to squeeze towards him, everything was surging like a tide, and all the voices gathered together, like a distant singing voice suddenly coming from the vast sky, the lyrics sang word by word: "The flowers are always beautiful, the moon is long and round, People live long."

Fang Mengao landed steadily at Dongdan Airport, and started running in the crowd wearing a black fine wool coat!

He is running, with black wings spread high behind him, like Don Quixote guarding his territory, fighting for his beliefs!

He was running, his young and heroic face swept away the loneliness that had penetrated into his bone marrow in the past, like a flying swallow returning home!

He is running, running for three years, running through countless silent, sad, tearful and painful times, running to the destination of his life.

Just at Deshengmen, just when that familiar figure just took the first step and looked up at the new China under the huge gray city wall, he rushed into the turbulent crowd and green military uniform, broke through the loneliness of being alone for so many years, and used Young, strong arms hugged the man tightly in a pilgrimage gesture.So the arms are full of body temperature, warm body and three years of company.

No more loneliness, no more loneliness.

Fang Mengao was trembling all over, he could only hug the person into his bosom harder and harder.

Cui Zhongshi's whole body was stiff, and all his thoughts disappeared because of this sudden, painfully tight hug, even the wound on his chest was about to burst and bleed.

All the thoughts, and the hustle and bustle of Beiping City, condensed into a sentence, a sentence that Fang Mengao would always think of when he faced the cold bed at night after many years, and he would never forget it.

He said: "Meng Ao, I didn't miss the appointment, I'm back."

He smiled, his eyebrows and eyes were tender, his arms slowly wrapped around Meng Ao's waist above him, and he held him in his arms in an extremely protective gesture.

Suddenly, bright fireworks ignited in the air, and the colorful gunpowder that had exhausted its life's brilliance exploded in the air with a hissing sound. The joy of joy rose in the sky over Beiping, twirled, sang, and became an epic of a century.

The light of the fireworks was reflected on Cui Zhongshi's face, and it was also reflected on Fang Mengao's face. After a deep embrace, they let go of each other. Fang Mengao looked at Cui Zhongshi's face, focused and affectionate: "You gave me a promise."

Cui Zhongshi smiled, the light of fireworks jumped on his cheeks, and his pale complexion became rosy: "Yes."

He responded softly, with the corners of his mouth lightly raised, seven hectares of flowing water, ten miles of spring.

Fang Mengao was dumbfounded, put his right hand on Cui Zhongshi's shoulder, stared into his eyes, and said warmly: "I will give you my whole life," seeing the other party's wider smile, "This is the first and lifetime Promise, are you willing to accept it?"

Cui Zhongshi nodded, his right hand climbed onto his cheek, and his warm fingers touched the skin, bringing a series of tremors that penetrated the depths of the soul like an electric shock.

"I accept." He said softly.

So the hustle and bustle of the whole world is still, and nothing will interfere with this exclusive companionship in the depths of the two souls.

The wind is calm, the clouds are clear, the flowers are beautiful, and the moon is full.

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The meat in the next chapter!

Let's make a thick line!

☆, warm (meat)

In the dark night, there is the sound of wind and rain, and the rain falls into arrows, like sharp daggers cutting the world calmly, and the violent posture makes all creatures on the earth tremble.

This year's winter was too strange. It was supposed to snow, but it rained so much.

The Fang family's mansion was confiscated by the new government, even the majestic and always arrogant Fang Mengao had to "marry" into Cui Zhongshi's house.

Cui Zhongshi still lived in that small alley. Except for a few cool and unrestrained calligraphy on the wall, his family was really destitute and impoverished. Fortunately, there was a living person like Fang Mengao, so it would not be too deserted.

The two sat on the bed in the back room, both of them were wearing thin clothes, only a small pot of charcoal fire was burning with pitiful red light, emitting some warmth and falling on their bodies.Fang Mengao was reading the latest newspaper, which reported the recent movements of the Kuomintang in Taiwan and the policy of the Communist Party.Cui Zhongshi was also watching, but after watching for a while, he, who was always calm and steady, rubbed his arm several times.

Cui Zhongshi turned his head slightly and glanced at Fang Mengao. Seeing that Fang Mengao was still extremely focused, his brows frowned to form the word "Chuan".After hesitating for a while, at last, he finally asked softly, "Meng Ao, do you feel a little cold?"

Only then did Fang Mengao raise his head, met Cui Zhongshi's eyes, looked at the warm and pitiful eyes of the other party, couldn't help laughing, this was the first time he saw Uncle Cui like this, the bad temper that had been hidden in his heart for many years suddenly arose, and said: "It's not cold," he said, straightening his black tweed cape again, "the weather is fine."

Seeing him like this, Cui Zhongshi was stunned, his eyes widened, and after thinking for a moment, his heart became like a bright mirror.Smiling, he got up and took the newspaper in Fang Mengao's hand: "Meng Ao, don't rush to read the newspaper at this moment." He said and put the newspaper aside.

Fang Mengao looked at him and asked, "Uncle Cui, how do you spend these long days without reading newspapers?" There was a distinct sly smile in the corner of his eyes.

Cui Zhongshi was still smiling, and his smile burned warmly in the winter night, making Fang Mengao's heart feel hot and beating violently uncontrollably.Since the hug at Deshengmen that day, every time Cui Zhongshi smiled at him like this, he was basically in a state of being unable to parry, surrendering and surrendering.

Because I'm crazy.

Cui Zhongshi still smiled, and slowly bent down, his figure fell on Fang Mengao's face under the radiance of the fire, forming a light gray shadow.Fang Mengao looked at him, his heartbeat filled his whole body, and he couldn't move.Cui Zhongshi curled the corners of his mouth in a way that was very different from usual, and then began to lift Fang Mengao's black fine wool coat.

The sound of the cloth rubbing against each other rang softly beside my ears, and it was so clearly heard in this night when the rain was particularly violent.Cui Zhongshi's hands are slender and smooth, and they look like hands that have been handing accounts and writing all year round, but at this moment they are fulfilling the meaning of the word "understanding people's clothes".

Cui Zhongshi's hands climbed to the waist, chest, and Adam's apple of the neck, touching the wild fire in Fang Meng Ao's heart, sweeping wildly and indulgently...

Finally, Cui Zhongshi took off Fang Mengao's black fine wool coat and put it on himself.

Fang Mengao looked at him, at the way he was wearing his own clothes: "..."

It was speechless.

"Uncle Cui, I thought..." Fang Mengao only said these three words, and he couldn't say the rest.

Cui Zhongshi smiled, but it was clearly cunning: "Why?" He tilted his head slightly to the right, his eyelids slightly covered half of his eyeballs, but it was clearly radiant, bright and moving.

Fang Mengao kept silent, stopped talking, and got up to get the newspaper.

At this time, Cui Zhongshi walked over in two steps, pressed Fang Mengao's shoulders firmly and pressed towards the bed, and with a soft "bang", Fang Mengao was pressed on the bed by him. His black hair fell on the light-colored sheets, and his eyes were bright and wild with surprise.

Cui Zhongshi was condescending, pressing his hands on the sheet on Fang Mengao's face, and Fang Mengao was lying under him.He lowered his head, his black hair drooping, and slowly approached Fang Mengao, and finally stopped when the tips of their noses were about to touch. Fang Mengao who was close could smell his breath and feel his breath spraying on his cheeks.

"Meng Ao, you said that you would give me your whole life." He said, his voice was extremely bewitching and warm.

Fang Mengao just looked at his face and eyes close at hand, and replied in a dazed way: "Yes..."

Cui Zhongshi rolled up the corners of his mouth and smiled, continued to lower his head, squeezed away the only remaining distance between them, and kissed Meng Ao's lips above, a dry and warm oppressive feeling came from his lips immediately, but this kind of The sense of oppression is so wonderful, like a dexterous hand teasing every unsatisfied string in my heart.Cui Zhongshi licked his teeth, and his tongue touched Fang Mengao's.

The feeling of the touch of lips and tongue is so clear, which has never been felt before, and the frantic panting and heartbeat filled the whole house.

Fang Mengao got up slightly, hugged Cui Zhongshi with both hands, and kissed deeply, his lips and tongue intertwined, he couldn't be satisfied no matter what, as if he wanted to swallow him into his stomach.

Then, unconsciously, someone's hand was on whose body, someone's breath fell on whose cheek, and the clothes on the two of them were gradually removed, and they were all thrown under the bed.In the warm room, the only thing that could be heard was the violent panting.

Fang Mengao never thought that things would turn out like this, or in his cognition, he never had such a concept, or in other words, a man, a warm, pale man was skin to skin with him, the most human being The primal way, the skin-to-skin way of craving each other for warmth on a cold winter night.

Although his body was suffering unprecedented pain and many fanatical emotions were hitting his heart, he still gritted his teeth and tried his best to ignore the small pleasures coming from inside his body.

Because he was afraid, and once he opened his mouth, those joyful emotions would spread throughout the house along with the sound of sex.

And still, let the man on him hear it.

Cui Zhongshi looked at his forbearing eyes, freed a hand that was serving him and was walking on the smooth back, and covered Fang Mengao's eyes with the back of his hand.The two kissed with their eyes across their hands.

A kiss is over.Cui Zhongshi whispered in his ear, "You can shout out if it hurts, it's okay."

As soon as that warm voice reached Fang Mengao's heart, Fang Mengao hugged him tightly, and Cui Zhongshi in his body deepened.

It hurts, it hurts.It hurts more than being injured in the front line.

Fang Mengao finally let go of his jaw, and all the charming thoughts, consensual heart, and feelings deeper than love were released from his mouth.

As soon as he heard Fang Mengao's voice, Cui Zhongshi's eyes widened. With incredible and shocking ecstasy, he quickened his movements, and the small room became even warmer.

Breathing, sex, commitment, hugging, all these things called love have been sublimated in this winter night.

Drive away the loneliness of the past, drive away the mental torture of the past, drive away all the things that stand between them, and become the lifetime that Fang Mengao said.

The author has something to say: during the crackdown period, in order not to be locked up, I have written very dark, harmonious and very consistent with the core values ​​of socialism...

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I love you.

Writing essays is the most taboo to be lonely. With you guys watching, I can be regarded as having a good time.

The matter of longevity also needs to wait for a long time.

Also, Yijiang Chunshui (the dearest snow cake), when I finish Hu Huo's small short article, I will write the story of the two Deshengmen!

☆, Deshengmen

The days are as cheerful as a small river flowing, and the whole country seems to have ushered in the spring after the extreme cold.The grass grows and the warblers fly, the new willows sprout, and the rivers and mountains of thousands of miles are green all night.

The country started to carry out economic consolidation. In just three years, the national economy that had collapsed earlier was stabilized. The country formulated the First Five-Year Plan, and social construction work was in full swing.The organization affirmed the contributions of Cui Zhongshi and Fang Mengao during the civil war. Both of them were praised by the organization, and their names were written on the most glorious page of the party register.

Cui Zhongshi returned to his old business, and he is still the gentle and indifferent bank executive. The difference is that the monthly salary has increased a bit, and the family support has also changed.Fang Mengao's status is very embarrassing, but in this period, national defense construction is still very important to the country, and with the idea that such talents should not be used for nothing, the superiors also value him very much.

One day, when Fang Mengao came home from work, he passed by Deshengmen. He saw that the walls of the city stood thousands of feet high, and the limestone towered high.For some reason, he felt an inexplicable feeling. This feeling urged him to do one thing, and he had to do it, not because it was so important.

It's just that kind of feeling, yes, when people fail to accomplish something, there will always be such unreliable, unwilling, obsessions to do it knowing that it is unnecessary, and Fang Mengao is in this situation at this moment. state.

As the saying goes, if you are not in charge of the family, you don’t know the price of firewood, rice, oil and salt. The two big men’s life is very awkward at the very beginning, not to mention whether it’s your turn to wash the dishes on the first, third, or fifth, or it’s my turn to cook. On Sundays, the two of them are extravagant together Going out to the restaurant, the two of them have been awkward for a long time just cooking.

Here's the thing.

That day Fang Meng Ao worked hard for a whole day, he was so tired, and when he got home, his chest was pressed against his back, and he felt that whoever wanted to give him a meal at this time would promise him with his body.It happened that Cui Zhongshi was also coming back, and the two faced each other, and they were stunned.

Fang Mengao: "Uncle Cui, are you hungry?" His eyes were very pure and kind.It's almost time to grab Cui Zhongshi's sleeve and shake it, shaking it to Grandma Bridge.

Cui Zhongshi must have laughed and laughed when he heard this in the past. The smile was so warm that it warmed Fang Mengao's heart, and then he pretended to be an invincible super tycoon in the universe and took Fang Mengao with two or three months of salary. The best restaurant in all of Peking.But now the two sons are living a real life. The honeymoon period of falling in love and the style of spending a lot of money in courtship have all followed the training of their ancestors.

Be thrifty and work hard.

So Deputy Director Cui said, still smiling: "Hungry?"

Fang Mengao nodded, his star eyes shone brightly and tremblingly.

Deputy Director Cui's smile is like a spring breeze, gentle and elegant, it seems that the world will lose color with this smile: "When you are hungry, go buy vegetables and cook."

Such a gentle and calm sentence hit Fang Mengao's heart at once.

Fang Mengao used to be the number one ace pilot of the National Army. He once led the flying team to fly over the most dangerous hump line. He once shot down three enemy planes of the Japanese army by himself. He was once the young general who made the enemy fearful.

Now off to the market to buy vegetables and cook a damn meal!

the end.Seeing his helpless expression, Cui Zhongshi slightly tilted his head, and said innocently: "Meng Ao, your Aunt Cui used to cook, I really don't know how to..."

Yes, he really won't!

And he, who is a soldier, is not an old man, can read poetry, drink red wine, smoke cigars, a heroic and handsome super good man who combines Chinese and Western styles, has to look at him every day for this, and he can't stop his heart when he thinks about it every day. The man who jumps wildly and overwhelms every conversation goes to cook.

The blood welling up in his heart clogged his throat, and Fang Mengao swallowed it with difficulty, heaved a long sigh of relief, and said, "Okay, I'll go buy it, and I'll make it."

Then Fang Mengao drowned in the vortex of happiness, because Cui Zhongshi approached him and kissed him on the face with a sly smile.It was superficial, but Fang Mengao still disarmed and surrendered.

This is illegal, this is not allowed!

In the end, as a matter of course, Fang Mengao washed the bowl too.

Fang Mengao stood under Desheng's gate, thinking about the trivial matters of the past few days, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop turning up.Some people, maybe only when they live together, you will find another side of him, which is different from the side outside, Cui Zhongshi also has a wicked side.But it wasn't annoying at all, he liked it, liked it a lot.

What I like is like returning to my student days, returning to the wanton publicity under the sun and shade.

But he didn't know how long such days would last.

Fang Mengao always had a strong sense of insecurity. It was like this more than ten years ago. At that time, he was very lonely, and everyone felt that he should protect him. Under his tough style, he was actually very fragile. In fact, they didn't know that he himself Can bear it.

Now that he has gone through all kinds of hardships, he finally got Cui Zhongshi and drove away his loneliness, but this sense of insecurity was brought to him by this era.The imprint of the times is engraved on the body of their generation, which makes the hearts of their generation particularly sensitive.

But being sensitive doesn't mean being vulnerable.

But although the times are important, how can he rush home in time to cook a meal for Cui Zhongshi?

Picking up the vegetable basket in his hand, he walked towards the poor hut in Dongzhong Hutong.

After returning home, the person has not come back yet, skillfully washing vegetables, washing rice, chopping vegetables, and cooking.This kind of thing had already been done with great proficiency when he was a soldier.It's just that his cooking skills are mediocre, and he is still at the level of that big pot of rice. Fortunately, Cui Zhongshi didn't pick anything, so he just ate it.

Wait, Cui Zhongshi is not picky?

Fang Mengao almost wanted to kill this conclusion by himself, who said he was not picky, he was the most picky, okay?Every time he ate something that didn't suit his appetite, although he didn't say anything, he still smiled, but Fang Mengao's keen eyes could detect the slight change in the arc of his smile!

Raising a man is hard work...

Fang Mengao came to such a conclusion.

The meal was ready and served, steaming hot.At this time, Cui Zhongshi walked into the house on time.

Fang Mengao wore an apron and smiled at him: "Uncle Cui."

Cui Zhongshi then put down the briefcase, nodded, and washed his hands.At this moment, Fang Mengao arranged the dishes and chopsticks, and the rice was served to him.

When the two of them ate, they were originally very quiet, just like the old saying, don't talk while eating, don't talk when sleeping.

But at this time, Fang Mengao felt that there were some things that had to be said, those things that passed by in front of Deshengmen.

"Uncle Cui, let's go to Deshengmen in the afternoon." He said, with a normal questioning tone, but Cui Zhongshi could keenly detect the expectation in his words.

Cui Zhongshi has always been able to discover that when he first met, he could discover every inch of the subtle emotions in this person's heart.

So he bent the corner of his mouth, nodded and said, "Okay."

This smile hit Fang Mengao again.

Enough, Fang Mengao!enough!

Fang Mengao wailed in despair in his heart.

He is not a college student who is still addicted to love and cannot extricate himself!

Who said no?

The wind is very light and there is no cloud in the sky. Deshengmen is particularly majestic and quiet under the huge skylight. in this building.It gives the building a deeper meaning.

Fang Mengao smiled, took out the camera he had prepared, glanced at Cui Zhongshi beside him, and then asked passers-by to take a picture of them.

The two stood under the Desheng Gate, looking up to the gray buildings, the cornices piercing the sound of the wind, and the huge and boundless sky like blue eyes.Fang Mengao put his arms around Cui Zhongshi's shoulders, as if he was the one who took the lead in their lives.Cui Zhongshi let him go, full of tolerance, laughing until the world turned pale.

Then, when the shutter button was pressed, all the time was frozen in this small black and white photo.

All their memories, memories that will still make it roll in the night when the future is too old to know.

Riding on Fang Mengao's lifetime commitment, they are all condensed in this small black and white photo.

This year, there was no war in Beiping, peaceful liberation, good flowers, a full moon, and longevity.

The author has something to say: I'm almost done...

this rhythm...

Any of you come and comment on a broken 38 comment...QAQ

☆, letters

In fact, three years and 82 days after Cui Zhongshi left me, I understood one thing.That is, my feelings may not be as strong as I thought.

For so many years, my habit is, every day, I walk to Deshengmen from the door of my house, and then slowly walk back home from Deshengmen.This slow journey is like faded black and white film, and my bones are the projector, pulling out the creaking sound.There will be some or more changes in your thoughts every day. You will find that this year is different from last year, but it is similar to yesterday.You will find that spring, summer, autumn and winter have already passed, and the clump of pansies beside the road has just shed a leaf.This kind of journey of contemplating the aging of life is really helpful for thinking.

Most of the time, I wondered in a trance whether Cui Zhongshi really existed, or whether he was just a shadow I imagined, passing by like a fleeting shadow, but actually carved the most bloody scars on my heart.

If he existed, why can't I find any trace of him in my life?

Is he dead?

Is he out of my life?

At that time he said that my belief was not his, but in the end, I finally found that I was not as firm as he imagined, but I just followed the path he pointed out to me, one way to the end, and one person to the dark.

It has been three years, but I feel that every day in these three years is like 30 years.Such a person suddenly appeared in his life, but he waved his hand and left without taking half of the breeze, and even left with a pale smile.But I felt that I was beginning to age at the speed of light. I faced the mirror every day, and I still had black hair, but I could see myself in a trance with gray hair and wrinkles on my face, aging from the inside.

I miss him all of a sudden.

I suddenly wanted to kiss him.

I want to tell him that that time at Jianqiao Airport, when the wind blew violently with a cruel and skin-cutting attitude, the first thing I thought of was not the wings flying in the air, but wanting to hold him tightly in my arms, Warm Sancho with the black cloak that Don Quixote used to protect him as a child.

Because in [-], we were all a bunch of loners.

Clearly doing some silly things, but still prefer to say how noble and flawless he is.

I will touch his cheek with my right hand, which has held the joystick of airplanes countless times, and use the criss-crossed palm lines spanning ten years of lonely time and space as a prison to firmly restrain him. If he wants to soar into the sky like a goshawk, I will He would break off his wings without hesitation, even if the end result was bloody blood on both sides and tears overflowing his cheeks.

kiss him,

touch his body,

into him...

Finally, holding his ashes, kneeling in the rain and weeping.

But, Cui Zhongshi, my favorite Uncle Cui, Meng Ao lost your urn, Meng Ao lost his memory about you, can you come back, can you come back and reprimand this forgetful child ?

Uncle Cui, Cui Zhongshi, Cui Zhongshi! !

If I had to suffer such an ending, why did I meet you in the first place?

If so, if you want to leave before me, I would rather not meet you.

Cui Zhongshi...

Many years have passed, and my hair has begun to really turn white. Every time a child running by the street would laugh and shout "that old man!" My memory is fuzzy, I think I can't remember your appearance, I can't remember your smile, and half of my body is going to lie down in the loess.

Cui Zhongshi, that Fang Mengao back then, and now this gray-haired old man, is finally going to see you...

wait for me……

The author has something to say: Fantasizing about Meng Ao's mental state after Uncle Cui's death...not abusive at all

☆, prison

The empty cell was surrounded by iron walls, and the gloomy and dignified atmosphere was oppressive.The heavy panting echoed around, and at a glance, only naked bodies and rows of torture instruments could be seen on the narrow bed.These instruments of torture are different, just looking at them, imagining for a little bit that if they are used on themselves, they will feel chills to the bone.

Colder than the torture tool was Fang Mengao's face.His handsome brows were covered with ice, and various emotions intertwined in his sharp eyes, betrayal, reluctance, pain, ruthlessness, and finally turned into despair and madness after the collapse of trust.

Lying on the dilapidated bed, Cui Zhongshi, naked all over, with an extremely weak complexion, has been imprisoned in this dark place for an unknown number of days. His originally short black hair has grown to cover his eyebrows.

The eyes that were hidden under the gentle current were vaguely covered by the black hair, and the cheekbones on both sides of the pale cheeks were protruding, but there were waves of red tides on the face due to the high fever of the illness, and the weak gasps were exhaled from the mouth. , reverberating in the cell.

It reached Fang Mengao's ears, and then the panting sound hit the mind along the central nervous system, setting off a huge wave of desire on the sea deep in his heart.

Cui Zhongshi looked at Fang Mengao through the cover of black hair, and said softly: "Meng Ao...you are here..." The warm and watery voice reached Fang Mengao's ears, Fang Mengao froze, and the corner of his mouth curved into a sneer.

"You lied to me for three years, and that's all you want to say?" He said, these words were bloody, every inch of Cui Zhongshi's heart was chiseled by a sharp knife, and there was a bloody wound.

Cui Zhongshi struggled to half-sit up, and the wounds left by the torture a few days ago were ruptured due to this movement, and bright red blood flowed out onto the bed.

"In your heart, I have been lying to you for the past three years?" After hearing Fang Mengao's words, Cui Zhong