Connotation that my grandson actually likes me?

"Osmanthus committed suicide." When Jing Duan heard the news, his mind went blank for a moment.

This news was told by Yuan Yi to himself.

When Xu Wanzhi looked at the well section and turned his head, he held the phone in his hand and looked at him without expression.

"You, what's wrong with you?" Xu Wanzhi stood at the door of the room.

"Don't worry, he swallowed sleeping pills, but he was saved and didn't die."

Xu Wanzhi came over, put his hand on his shoulder, and whispered, "What's wrong?"

"Guihua? He committed suicide, but he didn't die." Jing Duan turned his head, as if trying to suppress his crying.

Xu Wanzhi raised his hand and touched his face, "Do you want to see him?"

"Tell me, when will a person give up his life." Jing Duan leaned against his window, closed his eyes, people always have a strong sense of loss, which reverberates a lot of their own memories .

Guihua, this person, obviously shouldn't be like this, at least it shouldn't be like this, but life never gives some people a chance.

"Grass and trees have a heart, so why ask for a beauty to break it."

The smell of disinfectant in the hospital makes people who come in feel uneasy.

Down the long walkway, Jing Duan pushed open the door.

When the person who was half leaning on the hospital bed heard the sound of the door opening, he turned his head and glanced at them.

Like a withered narcissus, lifeless.

Speaking of which, Guihua's hair has faded, her pink hair has turned yellow, and her fair skin looks extremely fragile in the entire white hospital bed.

"I didn't expect that you would still come to see me." Guihua's eyes swept over the two people who were standing like "from".

Xu Wanzhi's hand fell behind the well section, and a voice sounded: "I'll wait for you outside."

When Jing Duan's gaze disappeared at the door following Xu Wanzhi's back, he walked towards the boy on the bed.

In his gaze, he pulled a stool and sat down.

The moment the eyes met in the air, the sunlight outside illuminated the original light-colored pupils of the person in front of him more clearly.

Swipe down on lashes.

"Would you like to give me a hug?" Gui Hua opened his mouth, his voice still a little hoarse.

The well section did not respond to his request, and said, "Why."

"How can there be so many reasons?" Guihua looked at him and said, "How do you know how bad the world will be when it's bad."

"There's no hope at all, everything."

"Do you still want to sing?" Jing Duan swallowed all the words he was going to say, and clasped the edge of his phone, "If you still want to sing, I can help you."

"You? Help me?" Guihua tilted his head, looking at him incredulously, "How can you help me? Or Xu Wanzhi?"

"I'll help you, Xu Wanzhi will agree."

"Xu Wanzhi will really agree?"

"Don't worry, you can't play any role in Xu Wanzhi's eyes now." Jing Duan looked at him with calm eyes, as if he was just stating the facts.

"In whose eyes can I play a role?" Guihua looked at him and said self-deprecatingly.

"Jingduan, don't you think you are lucky sometimes." Osmanthus fragrans looked at him, "In the past, you could do anything, but now there is Xu Wanzhi, helping you here, helping you there? You are a god Well, the whole world revolves around you?"

"Why do you always compare with me? Everyone is different, I am nothing at all, why do you insist on competing with me?"

"I just look at you like this, I'm uncomfortable, why?! You used to be a kid following my ass! Now what are you doing?"

"You, when you saved me, taught me to play the guitar, told me about the band, and dreamed, were you just following behind you forever for me?"

Guihua looked at him, escaped from the mask with a ferocious expression, looked at him, and said incredulously: "Otherwise? Otherwise, what do you think I am for?"

"You don't think I really feel sorry for you, do you? I just want to satisfy my heroism. Do you think those things really have anything to do with you? Also, do you really think I mean anything to you? Is it? I'm seducing you now, but I just feel that a person like you is worthy of liking me?"

"I was just playing with you from the beginning, but who knew that you were serious and even ran to protect my music dream, tsk, you deserve it, I don't have that stuff at all."

Guihua's tone became more and more fierce, but in Jing Duan's eyes, he felt that he was just sadly destroying everything in the past, tearing up those good memories that Jing Duan still felt, trying to make the people in front of him and him Sad together.

Jing Duan didn't want to argue with him about these things. Those beautiful things, stored in his memory, still belonged to him completely. He just wanted the result to be good.

"Then are you still willing to make music?" Jing Duan asked quietly.

In the room, the air conditioner made a slight sound. After all the noise, everything returned to calm.

Guihua's eyes were filled with redness, looking at him, it seemed inconceivable.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll piss you off?"

The sentence in Jing Duan's heart, it's okay, my husband is covering me, and he suppressed it.

Looking at him, he shook his head, stood up, and said, "I don't really want to discuss the past with you, nor the future, I just hope you can accept this opinion, but you can also refuse this. "

"But I still want to say, Osmanthus, when I heard the news of your suicide, I was very sad. I can't think of anything. The good and the bad are all light compared to life. Most of the world It's a bad time, but there are things, there are people, they want you to stay, I don't want to talk about these things, I don't dare to predict your future."

Jing Duan could understand the decisions Guihua made at those times, as if he had bowed to Zhang Cheng because of his mother's problems. Too many things pushed people away. It was hard to say why a person would do this, why a person Will be like that again.

But despite this, it doesn't matter, maybe every experience of our life has already been written with a big pen, and all of this is destined.

"Some time ago, I saw a poem describing sweet-scented osmanthus."

"Dark, light luteal and soft in nature, with a long-distance trace of love, only the fragrance remains. Why should it be light blue and light red? It is naturally the best flower."

"I think you are like this, although, I think, this word is a bit narcissistic, but I want to help you, you should not just be like this."

"In the past, no matter what you thought, I was willing to believe it was true." Jing Duan put it on his shoulders, and when he was about to walk to the door, Guihua ran over quickly and stepped on the ground barefoot , Hugged the well section that was about to completely leave his world.

"Just one minute, I won't in the future." Guihua's tone was crying, Jingduan knew that this person had never liked him, this person just wanted to catch something, too many things, forcing him to keep going Moving forward, perhaps for him, the most energetic time is the years when he stayed with himself and played in the band, fresh, rebellious, and challenged the world in the most extreme way, longing for love and peace , Yearning for fairness and justice, idealistic, willing to be a fool.

Wanting to prove to the world that he is Guihua, but later found that everyone in this world is the same, living in chaos, no one wants to see him, he looks at the well section that is obviously not as shiny as his, in order to I gave up my persistence to live, and I can't even eat food. What dreams are there to talk about.

When music becomes a commodity, it always has to compromise too much of his unique and brutal place.

It has become something that meets the taste of the public, but a prevailing culture will inevitably lead to commercialization, and the core of rock and punk is contrary to it.

Many people have given up on commercialization and insisted on their own uniqueness, but it is like a train that does not go up, but falls down.

This world is always contradictory and tangled. Many people know that this world is not black and white, but the gray areas are also full of thorns and vines.

Never spared anyone.

But Xu Wanzhi is willing to let Jingduan be himself, and the music he made is not to cater to the public, but to resonate with that kind of people, and now Jingduan is willing to help Guihua in the same way, And the well section wants to help more people in the same way.

When going out, Xu Wanzhi leaned against the window quietly, waiting for him, wearing a white T-shirt. When he went out, he was in a hurry, and there were still a few hairs on the top of his head that hadn't been pasted down obediently, standing on his head Up, when looking towards the well section.

Jing Duan walked towards him.

He whispered, "Go home."

"How is he?" Xu Wanzhi asked.

"It should be fine, there are still people guarding the hospital."

At night, Lu Ying sent a message to herself, saying that Guihua had been added.

Jing Duan originally had this idea, but he hadn't told Xu Wanzhi that this incident made him think about it in advance.

Sitting on the window sill, Jing Duan waved at Xu Wanzhi, stuck him between his legs, held his chin, and said, "Kid, I want to set up a personal foundation to help more A young man with personality, making music."

Xu Wanzhi raised his eyes, looked at him, and whispered, "Why did you suddenly think of this?"

"It's not sudden. I've thought about it for a long time. It's not just about rock music. I hope to help some people, even just a few, so that they don't fall into the predicament I was in."

"I support you." Xu Wanzhi grabbed his hand.

Hearing the voice from the well section again, he said: "Don't worry, I didn't decide to do this because of Guihua. There are many factors in it. I basically didn't spend a lot of money for so many years. I just wanted to do it all the time. These things, dreams are not so great, but I want to help them."

"Then I can take care of everything else for you." After Jing Duan finished speaking, he said to Xu Wanzhi.

Xu Wanzhi put the man up on his arms and said, "Since you told me about your future plans, I will also tell you about my future plans."

Jing Duan was obediently picked up by him, and he heard him say: "I may go back to filming movies, but I need to be quiet for a while, it is indeed because I have consumed too much of my image before."

Xu Wanzhi lifted him up: "Take you to meet my parents tomorrow?"

"what?"

"So fast?"

"Yes! I just found out yesterday that my mother really likes you."

"Um???"

Xu Wanzhi smiled at him.

The sun was shining brightly behind him, Jing Duan squinted his eyes and laughed.

He opened his hands and said, "Wan Zhi, catch me!"

In the next second, that person jumped off the windowsill.

Sunshine and his lover jumped into Xu Wanzhi's arms.

Finish.

The author has something to say: You can choose to skip it, because there may be a lot of words.I know no one will watch it, but I still want to finish it.

First, thank you very much Xing Xing, maybe you don’t read my articles anymore, but thank you very much for being with me for so long, bow down.

And if there are future children who read my article, thank you very much.

Second, this article should have a side story, which will be brought when opening a new pit. The side story will probably talk about their daily life after the release of "Song", and the places they go to travel. The place they are going to travel is Austin , because Austin is the live music capital.

Third, I will work hard to improve. I really love Xu Wanzhi and Jingduan very much. The five months I have spent with them are actually longer (because I have written a novel about them before, completely rewritten, That's how it is now.)

Even if the data is frustrating and crashing, the time spent with them is very warm. I hope they will be happy and happy in the parallel world.