Jun Xie Chenxin

Feng Ninghan asked Qi Yang about his parents' appearance and personality, Qi Yang didn't know, and asked his parents' names, Qi Yang still didn't know.

As long as he can remember, he has followed his elder brother, and then he came to Deming Jianzhuang when he was five years old. What can he know...

But there is still a clue for Feng Ninghan to look for, and that is the crazy Yin Chu of Deming Jianzhuang.

Qi Yang told Feng Ninghan the clue, Feng Ninghan complied, and helped Qi Yang to lie down, let him have a good rest, then went to bed and lay beside Qi Yang.

Qi Yang was lying on the bed, staring at the roof in a daze. In fact, he didn't intend to let Feng Ninghan find his parents, because he knew that he would never find them. What about yourself?The reason why he asked Feng Ninghan to do this was simply to use time to kill the pain caused to Feng Ninghan by his departure.

time is limited.

His time is really running out.

……

The coughing up of blood that night was a foretaste. Since that night, Qi Yang's body has been deteriorating. Today, he can't even get out of bed, but he is still hanging from the medicine.

Feng Ninghan stayed by Qi Yang's side day and night, taking care of him, telling him many things he saw in the mountains, and occasionally catching butterflies for Qi Yang to see, and Qi Yang would often say, "" Looks good." Then he didn't have the energy to say another word.

The weather in early autumn is hot and cold, but today it's getting hotter again, even the valley is filled with heat, Feng Ninghan made a fan out of broad leaves, and sat on the edge of Qi Yang's bed to fan Qi Yang.

Qi Yang had a gentle face and a slight smile.

"Are you comfortable?" Feng Ninghan asked.

Qi Yang nodded slightly, then fell asleep.

Qi Yang sleeps more and more every day, he wants to talk to Feng Ninghan more, but he can't do what he wants, and often he can't say a few words, and just dozes off drowsily.

At night, there was still heat in the valley, but it was much more comfortable than at noon. Song Qi came to knock on the door.

Feng Ninghan asked, "What's the matter?"

"Master, a lot of fireflies suddenly appeared in the valley! It's so beautiful." What he thought was that seeing more beautiful scenery and having a happy mood might be effective for the second master to recover from his illness.

Feng Ninghan was not in the mood to watch the fireflies, just about to dismiss Song Qi, Qi Yang opened his eyes slightly and said, "I... I don't seem to have seen the fireflies well this year, I want to see them."

His voice was extremely weak, and every word was trembling.

Feng Ninghan frowned, "Okay, I'll show you." As he spoke, he pushed open the door with a blow in his hand, he helped Qi Yang to sit up, and then used a pillow to cushion Qi Yang's back, Qi Yang turned his head to look sideways, his eyes were dull, but when he saw the group of fireflies as bright as a galaxy, his eyes flickered.

Little by little, it is as if you are in the fairyland, standing shoulder to shoulder with the stars.

Qi Yang tugged at Feng Ninghan, "I, I want to go out and have a look."

Feng Ninghan sniffed, "Okay."

Feng Ninghan wanted to raise Qi Yang on his back, but Qi Yang shook his head, "It's okay, I've slept for a whole day, and I'm still quite refreshed."

"Okay..." Feng Ninghan helped Qi Yang get off the bed, and when Qi Yang reached the threshold, he held on to the threshold and took a few breaths.

Seeing Qi Yang's pale face, Song Qi clenched his fists and stood aside.

Qi Yang walked to the wooden table, let go of Feng Ninghan's hand, and sat down with his knees supported. Song Qi went back to the room and took a shirt to put on Qi Yang. Qi Yang said "thank you" and looked at the table. The fireflies flying in the valley are fascinated.

Suddenly, a firefly flew to Qi Yang's fingertips. Qi Yang stared at her for a long time, and when she flew away from the fingertips, he still couldn't take his eyes off the fingertips.

Maybe when a person is about to die, it is especially easy to think back to the past. He thought of Changyang, Huanyi Town, Kapok City... he thought of all the happy and sad things.One scene after another unfolded in his mind like a scroll.

"Qi Yang." Feng Ninghan called Qi Yang.

"what happened?"

Feng Ninghan squatted in front of Qi Yang, his eyes were like water and tenderness, he held Qi Yang's hand, "I...you were still in a coma at that time, and I told you many things. Among them was a sentence, yes, we got married Come on, okay?"

The corners of Qi Yang's mouth twitched a few times, his nose felt sour, and he wanted to cry. He choked up and said, "I'm very sick, so you don't want to be with me anymore."

"What are you talking about? No matter what you are, you are the Qi Yang I like. I like you no matter what you are."

Qi Yang really never thought about two men getting married, especially with his appearance, how could he delay Feng Ninghan.

"I……"

"You, do you want to reject me? Are you still blaming me for hurting you? "

Feng Ninghan knew that Qi Yang had never blamed him, but at this time he said such words to provoke Qi Yang, in order to make Qi Yang agree to his request. Confused, he raised his strength and teased, "Okay... tomorrow, how about tomorrow? But..."

"what happened?"

Qi Yang said in a humorous tone, "But if, if I die, you will be a widow for me, you know? Remember to burn some paper money for me every year. If you lose me, you will... I can't promise you, otherwise what should I do if I don't have paper money to spend down there?"

Qi Yang told Feng Ninghan to live on even without him in his own way, so at least it wouldn't sound too sad.

Feng Ninghan bowed her head, not looking at Qi Yang, "Fool..."

Qi Yang's heart began to ache, not the pain of the sick body, but the heart-wrenching pain of leaving Feng Ninghan alone, "If you dare not see it, I will definitely kick you up again, you know?"

"You can't bear it."

Qi Yang, "..."

After a while of silence, Qi Yang patted Feng Ninghan's head, "Ah Han, I'm tired, you can carry me back, okay?"

"it is good."

Feng Ninghan walked with Qi Yang on his back, Song Qiding looked at his two masters on the spot, tears began to flow out at some point, he wiped his tears and left the valley.

Qi Yang leaned on Feng Ninghan's back, leaned close to Feng Ninghan's ear and asked gently, "Ah Han, can I be the meaning of your life?" He knew Feng Ninghan's answer, and before he could reply, Then he said to himself, "If you can, can you remember me forever? If one more person remembers me, I will have more thoughts. When I die, I will have nothing, and I will not remember anything."

Qi Yang didn't mention not to commit suicide in a word, but he never said anything about not to commit suicide.

Feng Ninghan put Qi Yang on the bed, covered him with the quilt, and kissed Qi Yang lightly, only Qi Yang was in his eyes.

"I see, go to sleep."

Qi Yang closed his eyes, breathed lightly, and smiled lightly on his face.

A gust of breeze blows, the breeze is like catkins, teaching people not to worry about the future, and to dispel all worries.