the furthest distance

Quan Zhilong stared at the phone all day.

Because of work, he rarely has the chance to come back, so as long as he is at home, he will not hide in his room.

He usually nests on the sofa in the living room, trying to let his family see him as much as possible.

But the atmosphere was different today, even the father who didn't know anything felt faintly that something was wrong.

He sat there stiffly by himself, with his mobile phone on the coffee table facing him.

Although the mute has been adjusted, the sound of vibration is still obvious when it is quiet.

Every time something happened, my mother and sister were always nervous, but they didn't dare to stare at him clearly.

He will pick up his phone after a while to check the content of the text message.

Then a smile would involuntarily appear on his face.

Then the smile gradually froze.

In the end, it condensed into an expression uglier than crying.

Only he himself knows that the text message edited early in the morning has not been sent yet.

Every time he wanted to post, the child always seemed to have the ability to predict, so he sent one first, and then made himself hesitate for a long time.

The child is still waiting for him.

Why is it so cute and nice?

In this complicated entertainment industry, there are many beautiful boys and girls.

But no one is like him, even after seeing through all the hypocrisy and ugliness, he still chooses to believe.

His eyes are transparent, and so is his heart.

There is no one else like him.

How can you be willing to break this obsession to almost stubborn "belief"?

I really want to take a hot spring with you

go swimming in the sea

Feed the stealing seagulls

counting the stars, basking in the moon

Watch the sun rise and set...

It's a pity, if you miss this time, you will miss your whole life.

Such beauty is never possible again.

When the phone rang, it seemed that a sharp blade had pierced through the barrier, and everyone was shocked.

Mom was making tea, when she was suddenly startled, hot boiling water poured onto her hands, she couldn't help "hissing", and immediately covered her mouth again.

Quan Zhilong jumped up as if bitten by a snake, and pressed the button to refuse.

Then he continued to stare at the phone in a daze, as if he wanted to see flowers.

That day, there were really many accidents, maybe because the air was too tight, everyone was not spared.

When my sister was washing the dishes, she smashed a whole stack of dishes on the ground.

Quan Zhilong was looking at the text message waiting to be sent with his mobile phone for the hundredth time, and then he pressed SEND.

It's about time, this is the end.

Then, he added three words "sorry".

Then, he turned off the phone.

He stood up and went to the balcony to smoke a cigarette.

He thought of the woman named Photon again.

can't face him

Can't speak cruel words

If you can't love, then hate

don't be addicted

don't be disconnected

so cold to the end

It was his story, and it was her story, and it was all theirs.

It turns out that people who love each other cannot be together, which is the normal state of the world.

We'll all figure it out eventually.

He went back to the living room silently, said goodnight to his parents calmly, and then said goodbye.

The holidays are over, and I have to prepare to fly to Japan early the next morning, so I may not have time to formally say goodbye.

"I have to get up early tomorrow, so go to bed and have a good rest."

He did everything step by step, and then lay down on the bed, feeling empty in his heart, wondering if it was because he didn't sleep the night before, it seemed that he fell asleep soon, but he didn't seem to; It seems to be awake.

He saw the man approaching him with a smile and asked him if something happened?

he told him not to worry

He said that as long as two people are together, anything can be solved

He said it's okay...

nothing……

He was about to nod... Suddenly, he was woken up.

Sister Damei was knocking on the door frantically.

His heart was beating wildly before he opened the door. His sister cried and hugged him, "Zhilong...something happened to Shengli...Zhilong, it was a car accident..."

Quan Zhilong froze as if he had fallen into a hole in the ice.

Isn't that breaking up?

Who has never been in love?

How did it become life and death?

Victory, don't scare me.

"Who told you, could it be a mistake?"

"It's President Yang, talking to mom...Zhilong, wait, where are you going?"

Mom was talking on the phone in the living room, crying as she spoke.

Quan Zhilong walked up to her and signaled that he wanted to answer the phone.

Mother said "Sorry, Zhilong wants to answer the call," and handed him the phone.

"President Yang."

"... Zhilong, your phone is turned off..."

"How about the victor?"

"It should be fine. He called Bao Jing himself and told him to bring the money."