you are my tomorrow

The author has something to say: The first long story in Jinjiang is finally over, and I am very reluctant to leave Zhao Rongzhen and Han Yu, but I will continue other people's stories, so stay tuned.

3 years later.

This year’s midsummer in Germany seems to be hotter than previous years. There is a small garden of more than 50 square meters in front of a small house in the outskirts of Weimar, and there is a semi-open garage next to the house with a white car parked inside. The surroundings of the house are as quiet as if there are no residents, but there will be another family every 1, 200 meters. The link between each house is a large green grass field, and there are wild flowers of various colors in the middle. Early in the morning, the tall sycamore trees on the side of the road were calling listlessly. In the garden, red Manjusawa was planted. Surrounded by them, there stood a bluish-white double tombstone about 1 meter high in the middle. On the right side of the front of the tombstone, "Han Yu's Tomb" is engraved in gold-plated characters. The person who erected the monument is "My Lover Zhao Rongzhen". There is also a sky-blue awning above Shahua, as if the owner is afraid that the flowers and tombstones below will be exposed to the sun.

In the morning, the newspaper deliveryman stuffed the newspaper into the newspaper box in front of the garden gate, then rang the car bell twice and left. After a while, an Asian young man came out of the house and took out the newspaper from the newspaper box. Judging from his inflexible hands and arms, his two shoulders should have suffered serious injuries, because it seemed that both shoulders were very difficult to lift.

After finishing getting the newspaper, the young man went back to the house, and within a few minutes, a man carrying a travel bag, who looked less than 30 years old, appeared around the small house with a note, on the left side of his face There was a pale pink scar running across from the nose to the ear. He looked around, and after seeing the house number of the small house, he walked towards it with certainty.

The young man rang the doorbell next to the fence. A few seconds later, the gate of the fence was opened. The young man opened the door and walked in. He paused when he saw the tombstone surrounded by manjusawa. His eyes hurt, and when he walked to the door of the house without staying long, the door of the house just opened.

"I thought you couldn't find it." The master led the visitor into the house, and the visitor put his schoolbag on the ground at the door. The house doesn't look big from the outside, but it's very spacious when you enter. A burgundy-looking grand piano that looks very high-end. It is spotless and the owner should clean it frequently. There are two key chains from the Eiffel Tower in the corner of the piano, one red and one green. There are several holes the size of gun holes on the side. The visitor sat in front of the piano and knocked on a few keys casually. The sound of the piano was dull and hoarse. It’s just that it can’t be repaired.” The host brought out two cups of coffee from the kitchen, one was placed on the piano surface that the visitor could see when looking up, and the other was held in his hand, and then quietly stood beside the visitor.

"Is the shoulder okay? Does it still hurt?" The visitor looked up at the host's two shoulders, and the host looked down.

"The weather like this is okay, but it hurts when it's raining and cloudy, especially on the right side. There is still a 2cL blade inside that hasn't been taken out. The doctor said that it can't be taken out because it presses on the nerve line. If it is taken out, the right hand You might not be able to move."

"That's too inconvenient..."

"It's okay, but I can't fly often. There will always be a 'beep' sound when I go through the security check. It takes a long time to explain to the people at the airport before I can go in." The host smiled self-deprecatingly, and the visitor also agreed. laughed twice.

"Actually, you can go to the United States for a period of rehabilitation. Brother Qing Huan opened a bone rehabilitation center for children. Although it is for children, it has the support of the school. The equipment inside is the most advanced. Adults can also be used."

The master lowered his head and thought for a while, then shook his head, "Don't bother, let it be like this, besides, if I go to the United States to recover, it may take a while, 'he' will have no one to accompany him, and he may be lonely Let's talk." Both of them looked at the piano in front of them, and the atmosphere and time seemed to cool down.

"Do you want to see him?" After a few minutes, the master broke the silence. The visitor bowed his head and thought for a while, took a deep breath, and then nodded. The two put down their coffee cups, walked out of the house, and came to the tombstone in the garden. Squatting down, he raised his right hand with some difficulty, and wiped the words "Han Yu", "It's a pity that I don't have a photo of Han Yu, otherwise I should put one on it." The master looked at the tombstone with "Han Yu" regretfully. "Three words, the visitor looked down at the master, he was much thinner than when he left the country three years ago.

"Have you ever believed in Brother Comet?"

The master paused for a moment, then chuckled, "Instead of believing in Han Yu, I would rather believe that the tombstone in front of me is fake, and that the person 'resting' in it is still by my side, crying and laughing, sad When I am happy, I will lower my head and sigh softly when I am disappointed. When I am happy, I will raise my face, and my lips will be in the shape of a heart with a smile. Many times, I wonder whether this person Han Yu really came to my world. , or he's just a dream I've had for too long."

The two looked at the tombstone in silence for a while, "You can talk to him, it's the first time you've seen him in these three years, I'll go in and clean up, I'm going to the city in a while, and I have an appointment with Professor Schiller. Give him the collected music scores, and being his assistant is really troublesome, not much money, but a lot of work." The master felt that his legs were a little numb from squatting, and he stood up and wobbled.

Watching the owner walk into the house, the visitor squats down and looks at the tombstone. As long as he closes his eyes, he can imagine the faint smile of the owner of the tombstone. He raised his hand and gently stroked the gilded words, The touch of his fingers gave him a real feeling, as if he had shattered all the fantasies he had had for the past three years that this person was still alive.

"Brother Comet, I'm here, I'm still alive..."

Zhongyi remembered that three years ago, he had survived the gunfight by chance, but only after waking up did he realize that Comet had left this world, and Zhao Rongzhen had almost lost two shoulders. Zhongyi was afraid that Meng Qinghuan would be impatient, so in When the injury on his shoulder was not completely healed, he took Han Qing's ashes and fled to the United States with a fake passport in great grief for Comet's death. Holding the urn, he almost fainted. It took him a long time to accept the fact that Han Qing had left this world. Although at the beginning, he would resent Zhongyi and feel that if Zhongyi hadn't left willfully at that time, Han Qing would not have left. He would go back again, and he would not leave this world in order to save Zhongyi during the gun battle, but later he slowly figured out that even if Zhongyi left, Han Qing would still choose to go back to save Comet, and Zhongyi would make the same choice, If any of the three of them were in danger, they would all have made the same choice.

Therefore, this is not something to resent loyalty, but this is Han Qing's choice.

Coupled with Zhongyi's injury and his company all the time, Meng Qinghuan also slowly let go of it. After arriving in the United States, he began to study orthopedics at the suggestion of his professor. Because of Meng Qinghuan's pure and kind personality, the professor originally wanted to establish a children's orthopedics clinic. The recovery center is given to Meng Qinghuan to take full responsibility. The professor will serve as the center's guide and help Meng Qinghuan establish the recovery center through his various relationships. Zhongyi also volunteers at the recovery center, and usually works part-time in some orchestras. The piano tuner and my previous savings, the two of them are doing well, but both of them have a tacit understanding. They don't want to spend the money left by Han Qing on their own lives, but in the recovery center. In the name of the charity, it is used as a love fund to help children from families with bone diseases who have no money for treatment.

In this way, after two and a half years in the United States, Zhong Yi, who had been inquiring about Zhao Rongzhen's whereabouts, finally got the news of Zhao Rongzhen. Comet in the coldest part of the hospital held a simple funeral, sold his shares in the Tiger Gang, and then took his ashes to Weimar. After arriving in Weimar, he helped a famous professor at the Weimar Conservatory assistant.

Zhongyi obtained the contact information of Zhao Rongzhen after repeated attempts. After he called Zhao Rongzhen, Zhao Rongzhen was silent for a long time, and then he told Zhongyi that Comet thought he was dead before he "left", and finally gave Zhongyi his address. Zhongyi didn't have time to come to Weimar until half a year later, just to see if the comet had really gone to another world. He also fantasized countless times that maybe the news he heard was false, and when he saw Zhao Rongzhen Sometimes, he would still see Comet smiling out to greet him.

And when he saw Comet's tombstone, Zhongyi really believed that Comet was no longer in this world.

Zhao Rongzhen tidied up in the room for a while before coming out. When he came out, his eyes were still red, but there were no traces of tears on his face. Zhongyi deliberately didn't expose him, so he pretended he didn't see it.

"Take me around the city, it's my first time in Germany."

"Get in the car."

During the two weeks in Weimar, Zhongyi followed Zhao Rongzhen to meet some of his friends here. Although Zhao Rongzhen always had this smile on his face during the happy gathering with friends, Zhongyi could still see the smile behind those smiles. , Zhao Rongzhen has a sadness that will never be erased in his eyes, only when the two of them are together, Zhao Rongzhen will erase those fake smiles and face Zhongyi with a relatively real face.

Zhongyi had to leave after staying in Weimar for two weeks. The rehabilitation center in the United States needed Zhongyi to go back to help. On the day of leaving Germany, Zhao Rongzhen drove Zhongyi to Frankfurt Airport. Zhao Rongzhen once asked him to go to the United States for rehabilitation. Zhao Rongzhen just smiled and said, "Let's talk about it later, let's see when we have time." He knew Zhongyi was kind, but he was really reluctant to leave Weimar for half a step.

Zhongyi also knew that Zhao Rongzhen refused to say "more", so Zhongyi didn't say anything, turned and walked into the departure hall.

The moment the plane took off, Zhongyi thought of the other name on Comet’s tombstone, and a nameless sadness flooded his heart. Han Yu and Zhao Rongzhen were like the vines in the garden, and Han Yu was the delicate and proud vine. Zhu and Zhao Rongzhen are the emerald green and low-key Sha Hua. The two are always intertwined. Even if they meet, they will be pushed by time to their own paths at the moment of intersection.

After that burst of sadness, Zhongyi's mouth showed a faint smile again, because in that tomb, there will eventually be buried the bones of two couples who loved each other deeply, and no matter how big the storm is, they will never be separated again.

The other side of the flower blooms, there is no shore at all, the soul is lost and the river is still in the river, I don’t know the smoke and waves when I am drunk, and the lights are faintly cold in my dream.The flowers and leaves have not met each other for thousands of years, and the fate is endless. The flowers dance and dance, the flowers can't understand the words, the flowers nod their heads, and the Buddha crosses my heart and the Buddha sighs in vain.