you are my tomorrow

The winter at the seaside of I City always has a kind of poignant beauty that makes people reluctant to leave. On the days when there is no snow, the sky will bloom its own thorough blue without hesitation, and the sea water will never stop. As the tide falls, a two-story bungalow stands quietly by the sea, waiting for the sunrise and sunset every day.

There is also a garden of nearly 200 square meters around the bungalow. A white waist-high fence encloses the garden and the bungalow. Because of the coming of winter, the yard is still full of snow, and only a white greenhouse of more than 40 square meters is warm inside. Like spring, 2/3 of the ground is planted with red flower buds of Manzhusawa, sporadic flowers have opened, there are still a few pots of spider plants hanging from the ceiling, and two three-tiered plants are placed on both sides of the greenhouse. On the side of the greenhouse facing the sun, there is no flower stand, but a 2m x 1.5m wooden table in primary color, with two rows of matching wooden benches beside it. When the sun shines, it should be unusually warm and comfortable here.

The upper and lower floors of the bungalow should be 300 meters away. On the left hand side of the entrance is a 30 square meter open kitchen. On the right hand side is the connected living room and study room. There are two pianos facing each other in the living room, one black and one There are four rows of mahogany bookshelves behind the red and black piano, which are full of various books. The two rows of bookshelves are placed together, forming a right angle at the corner, and a mahogany boss table and boss chair surround it.

There is also a guest bathroom, two bedrooms, a game room and a room with a home theater on the first floor. The largest sunny bedroom has been converted into a ward. The white room is filled with almost the most complete medical electronics. The equipment is like a small hospital.

In the evening, the setting sun thankfully shines into the large French windows, and the burning clouds in the sky hang like blood on the horizon. Among these electronic devices, there is a large hospital bed covered with white sheets, on which lies a sleeping comet. , the heart rate meter showed his steady heartbeat, and the oxygen mask on his mouth was covered with white breath again and again at a constant speed. All these showed that the person on the bed still had vital signs, but it has been 5 days since he came here. , he still didn't open his eyes once.

The drip bottle on the stand beside the bed was already empty, the doctor pulled out the needle from Comet’s hand, and seeing that all the data on the instrument were normal, the doctor sighed softly, “Mr. Zhao, today’s nutritional medicine is finished. .”

"Well, you can go back to your room first, I will call you if there is any situation."

The doctor stood up, bowed slightly to Zhao Rongzhen, walked out of the ward, and then closed the door. Zhao Rongzhen turned off the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, and only turned on the floor lamp by the bed, giving the dimly lit room a little warm light. Zhao Rongzhen took out the medicine box Meng Qinghuan gave him, opened it, dipped some medicinal wine with cotton, turned over a corner of the quilt, and gently took out Comet's right hand from the quilt, and then lightly touched the wound on his shoulder and arm. After smearing, the wound has healed, but it is still a little inflamed. The surrounding area of ​​the wound is purple red that does not match the white skin, especially the wounds on the shoulders are like the petals of the blooming Manjusia flower in the greenhouse. It grows upwards.

"Han Yu, tell me, wouldn't it be beautiful if these ugly wounds were depicted as vine beads? Didn't you always like those flowers? Would you like it?" After applying the medicine, Zhao Rongzhen said to himself He casually smeared some medicine on his arm, which was far less serious than applying it to Comet, "If you don't tell me, I will take it as a promise."

After putting away the medicine, Zhao Rongzhen lay down slowly, leaning his head on Comet's pillow, and the two of them leaned against each other. Zhao Rongzhen looked at the dim ceiling, "Han Yu, the flowers in the greenhouse are all It's about to open, when can you get up and have a look, you must like it very much, and our piano has also moved here, don't you miss your piano very much? I will also bring the limited edition sheet music Now, when you wake up, if you want to play, I will accompany you, if you don't want to play, I will play for you, whichever is fine." Zhao Rongzhen turned his face sideways, raised his head slightly, and placed it on Comet's forehead. He dropped a light kiss, and then lay back down again, "You must be hungry after not eating for such a long time? I also found a good beef bone soup restaurant in I City. When you wake up, I will take you to eat... …By the way, didn’t you say you want to go to Weimar? When you wake up, we will go in spring, the spring there is very warm, not like the damp and cold in I city..." As he spoke, Zhao Rongzhen’s voice was a little bit Hoarse, he closed his eyes and put the dripping liquid in his eyes, "Han Yu, I'm sorry, I didn't investigate you on purpose, Zhang Wei did it himself, but he was thinking of me, so forgive him Well, forgive me for not being firm, I was afraid that you didn't really love me so I stayed by my side... I shouldn't doubt your sincerity..." Zhao Rongzhen took a deep breath, tears still slid down, "Han Yu, Christmas is coming in a few days, can you give me some miracle? I don't want to spend Christmas alone..."

The fine weather just now suddenly blew up with wind, which brought heavy snow and soft cries in the ward.

Who is it, crying like a child in this snowy night?

And who, in the dark evening, wet the pillow with his lover, but still stubbornly refused to open his eyes?

Comet was still in an endless lethargy. On Christmas Eve, Zhang Wei, who had been busy with the work of the Lion Hall, finally had a little free time. He came out of the company at noon. After arriving in I City, he bought some Christmas decorations and Food, and bought a small Christmas tree and came to Zhao Rongzhen's new house. As soon as he entered the door, Zhang Wei felt chilly. Maybe it was because there were too few people. Only Zhao Rongzhen, Comet, the doctor and a nanny lived here. Tired is still as deserted as when I first moved in, without any joyous color.

"Here you come? Why are you taking so many things?" Zhao Rongzhen heard that Zhang Wei was here and bought things, so he came out to help Zhang Wei move things. The doctor and the nanny also came out to help, and finally only the Christmas tree was left. 4 people moved just fine.

Zhao Rongzhen is thinner than when Zhang Wei sent him here last time. The white sweater on his body was still in shape when he bought it, but now it is a little loose.

Zhao Rongzhen, standing at the end, lifted the root of the tree, and when several people lifted it up together shouting slogans, Zhao Rongzhen felt that he could not use any strength in his right hand, and the wound on the forearm of his left hand, which had been sealed so hard, opened again due to force, Zhao Rongzhen instinctively He put down the tree in his hand, his right hand rested weakly on his left arm, and the others put the tree back on the car.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Wei, who was standing in front of Zhao Rongzhen, turned around first, and the other two people also looked at Zhao Rongzhen, and saw that the sweater on Zhao Rongzhen's left arm was slowly oozing red, and it seemed to be slowly dripping on the white sweater. A delicate flower bloomed, "What's wrong?!" Zhang Wei exclaimed, he gently pulled the sweater off Zhao Rongzhen's arm, and the "E&H" shaped wound was flowing out slowly The blood, the doctor and the nanny were also shocked.

"Aren't you a doctor? Why can't you deal with this?" Zhang Wei didn't even know that Zhao Rongzhen still had this wound on his body. He glanced at the doctor reproachfully, and then quickly dragged Zhao Rongzhen into the room. The doctor sighed, and he didn't Knowing that Zhao Rongzhen still has such injuries on his body.

Zhao Rongzhen went to Comet's ward to take out the medicine given by Meng Qinghuan. Zhang Wei carefully helped him apply the medicine and put it away carefully. Zhao Rongzhen changed into a sweater and stood in front of the window, watching the bed still sleeping peacefully. Comet, the numbers on the instrument are also very smooth.

After Zhang Wei put away the medicine box, he stood beside Zhao Rongzhen and looked at Comet with him, who could no longer use the ventilator, "Brother Eric, can I ask you a question?" Zhao Rongzhen did not speak, expressing his acquiescence, "You... ...Do you really love this person? He has lied to you twice..." Zhang Wei lowered his head and looked sideways at Zhao Rongzhen.

Zhao Rongzhen was silent for a long time, "He lied to me, but he didn't really hurt me. I almost killed him when I found out that he belonged to Uncle Song that day, but he still traded his tomorrow for today. Otherwise, the person lying on the bed is me, waiting for the day when I don’t know when I will wake up... Every day I live now is his tomorrow, every day he can breathe is also my tomorrow, he It's my tomorrow, tell me, can I not love him, not yearn for him?" Zhao Rongzhen looked at Zhang Wei calmly, and he suddenly understood this truth today, if Zhang Wei didn't ask this question, he didn't seem to know Thinking so clearly, he felt that the comet and himself were like the manjusawa flower in the greenhouse. Whether it was a leaf or a flower, they were each other's tomorrow. Only by living well, could his tomorrow continue to be strong. continue.

Zhang Wei looked at the indifference and detachment in Zhao Rongzhen's eyes. This was something he had never seen in Zhao Rongzhen's eyes, and it was also something Zhao Rongzhen had never found in himself. Zhang Wei couldn't help feeling inferior. He only knew that all his decisions were extremely important. Part of it is related to Zhao Rongzhen, but Zhao Rongzhen has never looked at himself with the eyes of a comet. People's eyes will always look at the people or the world opposite to themselves. Like Zhao Rongzhen's shadow, always accompanying, but always being ignored.In the past, Zhang Wei always complained about what attracted Zhao Rongzhen to Comet, and made Zhao Rongzhen ignore himself again and again, but now, Zhang Wei understood what it was for——

Those who can become each other's tomorrow are the ones who should stay together for the rest of their lives. This is the reason why people who love each other always go hand in hand.

Zhang Wei can no longer squeeze into the world of Zhao Rongzhen and Comet, and it is time for him to make plans for himself.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wei suddenly felt a sense of relief, as if he had been carrying a heavy burden all these years, and now he wanted to let it go, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

"Let's go, let's decorate the Christmas tree. If he wakes up these two days, he will be happy to see it." Zhao Rongzhen patted Zhang Wei on the shoulder, and the two walked out of the ward. Although what Zhao Rongzhen hates most now is when others say to Comet, " I wish you a good night's sleep." However, Zhang Wei, who was walking behind, closed the door, and sincerely said "sleep well." Because he wanted Comet to fall asleep better and wake up as soon as possible, And Zhao Rongzhen continue those they still have a lot of tomorrow.

However, no one saw that Comet moved his little finger on his right hand and frowned slightly.

Zhao Rongzhen didn't help anymore, the other three people took a lot of effort to put the Christmas tree in the middle of the living room on the first floor, then the nanny went to the kitchen to cook, and the other three people hurriedly hung the decorations on the Christmas tree, and finally , when the Christmas lights were lit up, it seemed that the whole house was lit up, Zhao Rongzhen lowered his head and closed his eyes, hoping that Comet would wake up soon and continue the eternity that only belonged to them.

After dinner, Zhao Rongzhen went to Xixing's room to take a look, and when everything was as usual, he came out again, and sat with Zhang Wei in a room on the second floor that was similar to a bar with all kinds of wine.

"...Since the band incident, Uncle Song hasn't moved much lately. Although Li Zhongyi's arrest warrant has continued to be issued, it seems that no one has been arrested. Everything seems to be unreasonably peaceful."

"Is there any news from Tony?" Zhao Rongzhen turned the red wine in the glass.

"No, Uncle Song seems to be suspicious of him, and he hasn't been allowed to follow him recently."

"How did Uncle Song know that he was an informant?"

"Perhaps it's something that has been revealed. No matter how cautious people are, there are times when they are sloppy."

"Let him be careful, get Uncle Song's channels as soon as possible and stop, don't delay any longer, recently... I'm a little tired, please take care of my dad, I can't go back now Go..." Zhao Rongzhen drank the wine glass in one gulp, and wanted to pour another glass, but was stopped by Zhang Wei.

"Don't drink, you still have injuries on your hands." Zhao Rongzhen thought for a while, then put down the bottle, "I will take care of uncle, don't worry."

After a few drinks, Zhao Rongzhen felt dizzy, maybe it was because he hadn't slept well for a long time and drank again, so the two of them didn't sit for long, Zhang Wei just found a room upstairs and slept.Zhao Rongzhen went downstairs and returned to Comet.

Lying peacefully beside Comet, Zhao Rongzhen's alcohol-smelling breathing seemed to have calmed down, he reached into Comet's quilt, and pulled Comet's hand under the quilt, the cool but real touch made Zhao Rongzhen's mouth full of satisfaction Zhao Rongzhen closed his eyes, wanting to have a good sleep.

If it can go on like this forever, it would be nice to not have to worry about the worldly affairs anymore.

These were the last words that appeared in Zhao Rongzhen's mind before sleepiness swept over his thoughts.

I don't know what time it is, in the haze, Zhao Rongzhen felt that the hand he was holding Comet was being gently held by something, he woke up immediately, turned on the bedside lamp by his pillow, and looked at Comet's instrument, Comet's heartbeat seemed a little bit Quickly, his breathing also quickened, his brows were tightly furrowed, he didn't hold Zhao Rongzhen tightly by the collar, as if he couldn't breathe, Zhao Rongzhen quickly jumped out of bed, quickly turned on the ventilator, and buckled the oxygen mask It was on Comet’s mouth, but Comet shook his head gently and didn’t want to put it on. Zhao Rongzhen pressed the electric bell connected to the doctor’s bedroom while trying to stabilize Comet and asked him to put on the oxygen mask. Fluctuating normally, "Han Yu, you must wear this, or you won't be able to breathe, good boy..."

"Eric...Eric..." Comet's hoarse voice was vaguely remembered because he hadn't spoken for a long time. Zhao Rongzhen froze there holding the oxygen mask. Comet's voice was like the gospel of God. Zhao Rongzhen "thumped" and knelt on the bed Beside, the oxygen mask also fell on the ground, "Han Yu... what are you talking about? Open your eyes, I'm... I'm..." Zhao Rongzhen took Comet's right hand with both hands, looked at the frowning with joy, and took a deep breath. At this time, the doctor rushed in, saw the condition of Comet, ran to the bedside, picked up the oxygen mask on the floor, put it on Comet's mouth, and pushed Zhao Rongzhen away.

"Mr. Zhao, you go to the side first!"

Zhao Rongzhen sat blankly less than 2 meters away from the comet, staring blankly at the doctor giving first aid to the comet. During the process, the frowning comet still kept his eyes closed. After a violent cough, a mouthful of black blood was spit out. After coming out, the doctor quickly took off the oxygen mask, lifted Comet's upper body halfway, told him to spit out the remaining blood in his mouth, and then slowly laid him flat on the bed, but within a few seconds, the sound of the heart rate meter suddenly A single beep remained, and the two fluctuating lines on the instrument also turned into straight lines.

Zhao Rongzhen and the doctor were both stunned. Zhang Wei, who heard the noise downstairs, ran downstairs, opened the door and saw two people standing there in a daze. The heart rate meter could no longer show a heartbeat, "Why are you still standing there?! The patient has no heartbeat. It's gone!!" Zhang Wei yelled loudly, the doctor reacted first, and hurried to find a booster, Zhao Rongzhen also crawled to the bedside, holding Comet's hand tightly.

"...Han Yu...Han Yu... hold on..." Zhao Rongzhen kept calling in Comet's ear, fearing that his heartbeat would not come back again, Zhang Wei, who was standing at the door, held his breath and waited .

The doctor picked up the cardiotonic agent in a pile of medicines, and when he was pumping it into the needle, the heartbeat machine restarted. The eyes of the three people focused on the heartbeat machine again, watching the two straight lines slowly turn into wavy lines, Finally, it turned into a uniformly fluctuating wavy line. Comet also exhaled a long breath, slowly opened his eyes, and his vision changed from blurred to clear. Zhao Rongzhen's face also became clear, and the other three followed suit. Breathe a sigh of relief.

After confirming that Comet opened his eyes and was looking at him, Zhao Rongzhen couldn't help crying with joy. He held Comet's hand and lay beside the bed, weeping for a long time, even his shoulders trembled, and he kept saying "thank you", Comet With difficulty showing a smiling face, he slowly raised his left hand and gently stroked Zhao Rongzhen's hair.

The doctor and Zhang Wei quietly exited the room, and Zhang Wei closed the door, leaving a gap in the door, in case there was anything else to go in immediately.

Through the crack of the door, Zhang Wei looked inside. Zhao Rongzhen straightened his upper body, leaned over and kissed Comet's forehead. The light yellow light seemed to blur the figures of the two people. Zhang Wei lowered his head and couldn't help smiling, but At the same time, his eyes were red.

"...Brother Eric, Comet...Brother, Merry Christmas."

Yes, the new year is coming, and Christmas is coming, there must be a little miracle.