Ten Miles of Spring Breeze Is Not as Good as You [Network Matching]

Wall painting: No more complaints, the entanglement of the past and the present, the original love of the world, as dew as electricity.

This is what Tang Zhiyan saw when he came in: his father was lying quietly on the bed as usual, his face so calm that he seemed to be asleep.And his younger brother, holding his father with one hand, resting his other hand on the edge of the bed with his forehead resting on it, was already asleep.Next to it lay a volume of Byron's poetry.

The curtains were drawn, but they still couldn't block the sunlight outside.Small strands passed through the gaps in the curtains, their tenacity was astonishing.There are fine dust particles in the air, dancing under the sunlight.

This is really a rare picture.

Tang Zhiyan slowed down unconsciously, for fear of waking up Lin Qinghe.He has seen it these days, and what his younger brother has done makes him feel guilty involuntarily.His meticulous care of his father and his thoughtfulness to his father made his elder brother ashamed.Who is the real son?He thought he respected and loved his father enough, but when compared with Lin Qinghe, he always seemed to be a little bit worse.

It's really puzzling.

These days, Lin Qinghe was extremely tired and never had a good night's sleep.My heart is always trembling.But today, for some reason, my mood suddenly relaxed, and my consciousness also loosened and slackened.When Tang Zhiyan walked in, he didn't notice it.

Tang Zhiyan saw that his hand was pressing the corner of the book, and there were red marks printed on his hand, and was about to go over and move the book, but he didn't want Lin Qinghe to wake up.

Lin Qinghe, who just woke up, was still a little confused, and only realized the moment he saw Tang Zhiyan: "Brother."

Tang Zhiyan nodded: "Go and rest for a while if you are tired."

Lin Qinghe stood up, glanced at Tang Huaixu who was on the bed, nodded and said, "Alright, I'll go back and get something now."

Tang Zhiyan: "Go, I'm here."

Lin Qinghe left the gate of the hospital, and Xu Shaofan had been waiting outside for a long time. Seeing him coming out, he quickly opened the car door for him: "Where are you going, young master?" Treating the hospital as a home, people who don't leave the door without leaving the door, actually go out now?

Lin Qinghe smiled at him: "Go home and get something."

"..." Xu Shaofan was a little stunned, and even smiled. Is there any happy event? "OK."

Back home, Lin Qinghe went straight to Tang Huaixu's study.In fact, he didn't come back to take any expensive and special things, but he was about to finish reading the books he brought to the hospital a few days ago, and now he came back to find new ones.

Tang Huaixu's study room is like a small library, all kinds of rare books are placed in rosewood bookcases.If you think about finding a book here, it will really take a long time for people who are not familiar with it.

However, Lin Qinghe is definitely not someone who is not familiar with this room. On the contrary, he is the person who is most familiar with this room in the entire Tang family except Tang Huaixu.

When he was a child, his favorite thing to do was to run to this room to find his father. At that time, no matter how busy Tang Huaixu was, he would smile and hug him to the chair and ask him, baby, what book do you want to read?

A father has always respected his wishes and never interfered too much.Thinking about it now, it seems that in the past ten years, the only thing he interfered and opposed was that one thing.

Lin Qing and all the impressions about books are in this room.From childhood to adulthood, without exception.Tang Huaixu was in front of him, just like any father in the world, he would teach him to read and write, and occasionally he would tell him stories when he had time and interest.He often fell asleep lying in his father's arms while listening.At this time, father's embrace is the warmest and gentlest, which can keep him dreaming sweet dreams, unwilling to wake up.

In the study at this time, Lin Qinghe quietly walked through the familiar corridor and came to the desk at the end.There seemed to be a familiar smell of Tang Huaixu in the study, as if he could see him smiling at him from behind when he turned his body.

I took a few books at random, and when I was about to go out, I saw a book under the potted plant on the right side of the desk.Lin Qinghe looked at the bookcase strangely, and as expected, he saw a big vacancy in one of them.

It should be the last time Tang Huaixu finished reading the book and didn't have time to put it in.

Lin Qinghe went around the desk, walked to the front of the desk, reached out and took out the book, flipped through it a few times, and was about to put the book on it.

After taking the book above, a notebook with a black cover was revealed below.It turned out that there was more than one book.

A piece of paper floated down on the carpet. Lin Qinghe picked it up and found that it was not a piece of paper, but a photo.

The date on the back of the photo shows how old this photo is, and it has been 20 years.

Lin Qinghe's hand stopped, 20 years...

What is the concept of 20 years?

20 years, one-third or one-fourth of life; 20 years, enough to make a toddler grow into a man of indomitable spirit; 20 years, enough to make the vigorous love of each other fade away; 20 years, It is also enough to make people's hearts change.

What kind of precious photo was it that made Tang Huaixu cherish it for 20 years?Up to now, are you still taking it out frequently?

What's more, there is a small poem inscribed on the back of the photo. Judging from the handwriting, it is correct from Tang Huai's preface.

I was still waiting for the sail on the bridge in the south of the Yangtze River

Your light boat has to go far away how many mountains

Eighteen holds a pot of wine poured to send you wine

Tossing a cup at eighty still warms my hand

Even so

I can't remember

that beauty's corsage

Is it Rhododendron or Camellia

had to believe

The years are deep

don't forgive me

Now the moonlight night is cooler

Scratch off the white hair and give you a new word

Upper half Que

forgetful

lower half

only forget lovesickness

It's just strange that the date of the title of this little poem is another one.Shown is ten years ago.

With such curiosity, Lin Qinghe turned the photo over and was stunned——

The two people in the photo looked at him with bright smiles, and it could be seen that they were in their early twenties.Both of them were wearing black academic uniforms, leaning on the railing of a wooden bridge.In the distance is the sparkling lake surface, shining with dazzling golden light under the setting sun.Both of them were handsome and graceful, and they actually wore their bachelor's uniforms with a strange sense of beauty.

A person's appearance should be more sharp-edged, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the sun shining on his face softens the sharp-edged outline a lot.That was a smile that Lin Qinghe had never seen before, as if all the stars in the world were in his eyes.Lin Qinghe laughed so hard that he couldn't take his eyes away from his face.The young Tang Huaixu was so charming that people couldn't take their eyes off him.

The other person's appearance is relatively soft, wearing a pair of rimless glasses, leaning obliquely on the railing, and the corners of his mouth are curved into a beautiful arc.Although Lin Qinghe promised that he had never seen him before, when he looked at him with a smile like this, for some reason, his mood couldn't help but throbbing slightly, with unreasonable intimacy and melancholy.

Who is that?Why are you so close to Tang Huaixu?And why, let him have such a strange feeling for him?What's even more strange is that, seeing him and Tang Huaixu being so close, apart from the bitterness and regret like jealousy, his mood was more sad and melancholy?

Lin Qinghe stared blankly at this old photo from 20 years ago, his mind was in a mess for a while, and he couldn't sort out his thoughts.

He sat down on the chair behind the desk and looked at the photo.After a long time, he reopened Yeats's book of poems, ready to put the photo in its original place.

The location was easy to find, because the photo had been in there for too long, and the page had already had obvious dents.

Turning to that page, Lin Qinghe couldn't help being stunned, why this poem?Is this a coincidence, or did Tang Huaixu do it on purpose?

Secret rose.

The distant, secret, inviolable rose.

Is there a metaphor for this?

Lin Qinghe's mind, which was already a mess, was filled with a lot of random thoughts.Unexpectedly, a black notebook came out of the corner of his eyes, and his heart moved, the hand that was about to reach out suddenly froze, and then he put it down.

For him now, the allure of that black notebook was Pandora's box.Something that can be put together with this book and this photo must be very important.Who is the person in the photo and what is the relationship with Tang Huaixu? It is very likely that the answer can be found in that notebook.

Do you want to watch it?

From noon to sunset, Lin Qinghe remained motionless.His face was calm, and he couldn't see how chaotic his heart was.

If he turned around and left, everything he saw in this study today would be deeply buried, and it was impossible for him to change his decision.If he stretches out his hand, then he is very likely to touch the truth that he has always wanted.

Should I go out, or...

Waiting until the lights came on, the old housekeeper saw that Lin Qinghe stayed in the room as soon as he came back, worrying about what happened to him.Then I couldn't help knocking on the door: "Master, are you still inside?"

Lin Qinghe was brought back to his senses by his voice, and hurriedly replied: "I'll just sit here for a while."

The old butler heard that his voice was okay, so he shook his head and walked away rambling.

Lin Qinghe made up his mind this time, he closed his eyes, stretched out his hand and took the black notebook.

Tang Huaixu didn't know when he would wake up, sometimes he was really afraid that he would not be able to hold on.

The contents of that notebook were exactly as Lin Qinghe had guessed, and they were indeed Tang Huaixu's notes.It cannot be called a diary, because what is recorded on it is not my daily mood.It's just intermittent, occasionally writing a sentence or two, and rarely coherent.That's right, a person as introverted as Tang Huaixu rarely shows his emotions.Even when he is alone, he will restrain himself very well.

The butler has come to urge him to go down for dinner three times, because he is really worried about the young master.Lin Qinghe was helpless, and couldn't bear to ignore the old man's kindness, so he put down the notebook in his hand and went downstairs to eat.

The meal was boring, and the content recorded in the notebook was too shocking, which added a bit of dignified and complicated to his already chaotic thoughts.

The other person in the photo is really the favorite of my father in this life.

No wonder.

It's just that it's hard for lovers to get married, Lin Qinghe knows that kind of heartache and pain.It's just that he doesn't know, what exactly is his father going to do to bear it silently for so many years?And, quietly?

Everyone in the world likes to read the story of the prodigal son turning back, as if once turning back, all the past can be erased.But how can there be so many prodigal sons in the world?If he turns back, he is no longer a prodigal son.The world has forgotten that there is another kind of person who regards love as a belief, the only one in this life, and will never be burdened.