Case File Compendium

Xie Qingcheng was not rescued in the end.

He was injured so badly that after more than ten days of repetitions, he still stopped breathing in a light rainy night.

He Yu had already been in the hospital for more than ten days at that time, and he already had a premonition in his heart.

But he was still out of control.

He was taken to another ward by the person sent by the dreambreaker to guard him, and the belt was buckled on his body again. In the belt, he yelled, collapsed, cried and wanted to go out, but no one dared to let him go.

The nurse injected him with sedatives and anesthesia. Before he passed out, he saw Xie Qingcheng walking towards him in a trance. Just like when he was a child, he walked to his bedside, glanced at him quietly, and stretched out his arms. Shot, fending off everyone, and undid his girdle.

He wanted to call Xie Qingcheng's name, but the world was dark in an instant.

The cold anesthesia came on, and he came out of a group of people who regarded him as a machine, but went to another group of people who regarded him as a monster.

No one hugged him anymore, untied him from the shackles.

The person who would treat him as a "person" has left.

He couldn't see anything anymore.

He Yu's condition is really too bad, too dangerous.Until more than half a month later, the official did not lift his restrictions.On the day of Xie Qingcheng's funeral, he wanted to go, but no one could decide to release him who might get sick at any time.

Zheng Jingfeng went to make a request to his superiors, and even bet on his professional honor, but unfortunately he still failed to convince some minds who are still vegetarians.They said they understood He Yu's mood, but the lives of the masses were more important.They couldn't believe that he could really live with restraint at the funeral, and that He Yu was not Xie Qingcheng's relatives, spouse, or lover.

Although there are many dream breakers who have experienced the war with them willing to prove it, and even the commander-in-chief signed the joint letter, but the big leader in charge of this matter still wants to prevent his superiors from being held accountable. Chosen with caution.

What humanity can there be in a monster?What kind of love can there be between same sex?It's ridiculous, not to mention that there is such a big age difference between the two, the leader doesn't think it's true deep down.

He returned the joint book, and he had to go home after get off work.

Today is the wedding anniversary of him and his wife. He is married for the second time. His wife is almost 40 years younger than him. He likes to act like a baby. He loves her very much. He is worried that being late will make her unhappy.After finishing his work, he called the driver to pick him up.

weather is good.

The leader walked with ease and went home.

"You let me out...lock me, tie me up...let me go out...I'm going to see him...I'm going to find him! You must be mistaken...he won't die How...how could he not be saved..."

In the intensive care unit, in order to prevent patients from breaking out out of control, iron fences are installed.

The ward is in the deepest part of the hospital, and the police are guarding the door.

A gloomy little window.

Anyone who wants to approach has to make an appointment in advance.

That day, He Yu's wailing rang inside for the whole night, it was creepy and heart-piercing.

The guards standing outside couldn't help but show embarrassment.

From that day on, He Yu stopped talking.

He refused to give him sick meals, he refused to drink water, and no one wanted to see him again. It seemed that he really understood what it was like when Qin Ciyan died and Xie Qingcheng couldn't go to the funeral that day. .

Because the world always needs a title.

It seems that with this title, you are just.

Whether it's family affection, whether it's love...no matter what kind of emotion it is, the secular world must make it into a logical identity that is easily recognized by irrelevant people, and then this relationship can be considered real and effective.

You are qualified to stand in the front row when the person you love the most leaves this world, to see him for the last time.

Otherwise, you don't even have the qualifications to say goodbye.

People think, that's weird, what kind of person are you to him?

When he lay in the grave, he whined all night in a new cage—outside they buried the dragon's rose, buried his treasure, buried his bridge and his world, but he couldn't go .

He can't go anywhere.

He could only let his own soul be cremated and buried with Xie Qingcheng, and he completely gave up his will to live.

This may be what some people are looking for-

blood gu.

First Emperor.

Mental Ebola, all the monsters RN-13 creates, has a more reassuring ending.

This is the real downfall of Mandela Island.Henceforth——

The world is vast and clean.

It's just a pity that people have feelings between people, and reformed people are not monsters, they also have fetters left in this world.

On the sixth day of He Yu's hunger strike and living on nutrient solution, Zheng Jingfeng finally got the approval to visit a doctor with the help of Political Commissar Wang, and entered He Yu's ward.

He didn't expect that after He Yu came in, it would be more difficult to look after such a patient than a criminal.

Zheng Jingfeng's eyes turned red when he saw He Yu being tied to the hospital bed.He Yu didn't look at him, his eyes were empty, without light or focus.

Zheng Jingfeng tried to talk to him, but he didn't respond.

It seemed that Xie Qingcheng was not the only one who was buried in the continuous night rain that day, he was also buried together.

He Yu didn't say a word and didn't move.

He can't see everyone, he doesn't care about everything.

until--

"I brought a letter. It's a regular registered letter." Finally, Zheng Jingfeng knew that he shouldn't bother He Yu anymore. He stood up and put a somewhat torn letter in front of the bed.

He Yu was tied up and couldn't move, so Zheng Jingfeng opened it in front of He Yu.

"It was your Brother Xie who wrote it to you before going to Mandela Island."

Zheng Jingfeng saw how it changed from a dead thing to a living thing in an instant in He Yu at this time.

He saw a light in He Yu's eyes, the light was very sad, but trembling and full of longing.

He Yu opened his mouth, but he hadn't spoken for so long that he couldn't make a sound.

But Zheng Jingfeng saw it.

He asked him to hold the letter closer.He wants to see.

Eagerly, desperately, sadly madly, he wants to see...

He saw it.

It was a long letter to Xie Qingcheng.

Xie Qingcheng wrote in the letter——

He Yu:

When you read this letter, the turmoil on Mandela Island should have subsided.

I don't know if I'm still alive.

But anyway, I think it's time to tell you the whole truth.

I know that you resent me for being too cold-blooded and ruthless, and that I sent you a message that I kept from you during the naval battle in Guangzhou.

You told me that you have come out of your obsession, and you can set off to find a new life. I am happy for you. I shouldn't have disturbed the peace of your life.Because I know that I'm not someone worth everything.I received rn-13 treatment from the year my parents died at the age of 13. Although I overcame all kinds of difficulties after being instructed by my teacher, I survived like a normal person, became a doctor, and returned to society. Understand that the effects of mental Ebola on me are lingering in a non-disease way.

For 23 years, I have lived in an invisible restraint belt. I am used to not having emotions, to dealing with all problems calmly, and to treating everyone and everything rationally.I have no choice, my parents and relatives are withered, if anything happens to me, Xie Xue will lose her last support, I can't let this happen.

Many people around me say that I am not human, that I have no emotions, and I am irrefutable, and I have no choice.Because only the walking dead can I live in peace.

In this way, as time goes on, I don’t seem to remember what a strong relationship is like. I’m used to not letting anything get out of control in front of my eyes, so I always arrange your life and try to get into your life as much as possible. To protect you, but to refuse anyone to step into my own life and become an unpredictable variable.

I did survive.

But I have turned myself into a machine, a stone, a piece of grass.

Now that I think about it, I didn't do well in many things.I have broken many people's hearts like a blunt knife, Aunt Li's, Xie Xue's, Li Ruoqiu's, Chen Yan's, yours.

I have been ill for 23 years, and I no longer know how to get along with people like a normal person, to feel the simplest and least restrained feelings between people.I didn't even believe that there is any desperate love in this world at the beginning, so I satirized you, rejected you, and educated you.I said you don't understand anything.

In fact, the one who doesn't understand anything is me, He Yu.

You hoped that I could understand the days when I came over, the days when you guarded me, it must have been very difficult.

No matter what you say to me, what kind of actions you make, I don't believe that your feelings for me are true, I push you away over and over again, and make you bloody, I hope you will stay away from me The better, I can't see the light in your eyes, I don't believe there is a light in your eyes.

He Yu, I'm really sorry.

Later, when you came back, many things changed, and you no longer liked me.I know this is actually a kind of relief for you. From then on, you don't have to face an object who can't even learn how to accept others' sincerity.You have the warmest, bravest and most persistent heart in the world, and my heart is already too sick, but fortunately, I will not drag you down any more.

But that doesn't mean I don't like you, He Yu.

I never told you, in fact, I already like you very much.This is a feeling I never had before and never will have for anyone again.I am willing to protect you, take care of you, and accompany you. I am willing to let your willfulness and indulge your temper. I am willing to give all my feelings and even my life for you.

However, it is too late after all, and these things you once hoped for are now worthless.

I have nothing else to give you.

I just want to be honest with you at the end, you are worthy of love.

You are to be loved.

You are already loved.

I know you resent me and I have to say it hurts and numbs me to bear your hatred, but I know I owe you that.So after you came back, you will be self-willed, irritable, indifferent... I can understand them all.I am very sad, but I have to bear it, I owe you.I owe you a whole heart.

I have not escaped, I am willing to accompany you who is angry like this, just like you used to accompany me who is ruthless.You stabbed a knife in my heart and I didn't hide. I want to know how much you hurt before.

I do this only in the hope that by the time I leave your side, you've had enough of venting and you'll forgive me, even a little.

Hatred doesn't match you, He Yu.

You are a kind child.Although (forgive me this time, I have to be honest, I hope you can change it in the future), you have a lot of bad habits, like spending money indiscriminately, playing rogue, picky eaters, unable to control your temper... The bottom line of being a person is actually not that high, But you are in awe of true love and human life, and you can have a bright future.I always thought so.

I took the initiative to cooperate with the police back then, not because I believed that you would collude with Mandela, but I hoped that you would give me your hand and stop stubbornly carrying everything by yourself.When I went to the police station, what I thought about the most was...you are only 20 years old, He Yu.

You were only 20 years old that year.

I don't want and can't let you have any accidents, so I hope you can trust me again like holding my hand by the flowers when you were a child.

But maybe it's because of my previous rejections and rejections that you have lost confidence in me, so I have no chance to regain your trust.In the final analysis, I still hurt your feelings too much.

He Yu.I didn't do a lot of things well.

I don't know if you want to believe it or not, but I actually accepted your confession in my heart a long time ago, before I celebrated your 20th birthday with you.

But at that time my body was already very poor, and various organs were failing, which was the sequelae of excessive use of rn-13. I had been undergoing aesthetic treatment all the time, with little effect.I don't know how to place my liking for you. The doctor said at the time that I only had five or six years to live. I thought that instead of making you sad and taking up the best youth in your life to accompany me to death, it would be better to let everything go. Stay with what you can manage.

Until today when I wrote this letter, Dean Lu told me that he had advanced lung cancer. He had told everyone but not me.Only then did I understand that ignorance is actually more cruel than companionship.

The pain of companionship can be healed by time after all, but the regret of not knowing will always be a scar in my heart.

Forgive me for telling you too late, I hope you can hate me less, but if you still hate me, it doesn't matter.I still remember the way you used to be kind to me.

I will always remember the way you treat me well.

Kid, you are the strongest person I've ever met.

You are the most persistent person I have ever met.

You are the only person I like.

After writing this letter, I am going to Mandela Island, and I am not sure if I will have a chance to see you again.I also don't know where my future will be.

But I will always love you in the future.

wherever.

whether alive or not.

He Yu, forgive you Brother Xie for not being good at expressing emotions like this. In 23 years, I have never expressed my sincerity to anyone like this. I don’t know how to say and how to do it is the best.If there is something that makes you feel uncomfortable, I apologize here first.Your brother Xie is a man of science and technology, please don't be angry with me, I'm sorry.

Xie Qingcheng

2025. 3, 7

Evening

He Yu read the entire letter.

I don't know if it's a terminal illness, or if it's going crazy, but He Yu's feeling at this moment is actually wanting to laugh.

His smile spread from the bottom of his heart to his eyes, like a tide, he didn't know why he thought of Xie Qingcheng's stiff look of turning the pen, unable to think of a suitable word for a long time.

He laughed, and Zheng Jingfeng and the nurse next to him panicked and looked at him in horror.

But he didn't do anything, he just kept laughing, the laughter became louder and more uncontrollable, he laughed until tears flowed out, dripping on the letter paper, staining words above.

The person who wrote this letter...the person who embraced him infinitely, and believed in love because of him...the person who only loved him in his life.

In the end, he died under the knife of the person he loved.

In the end, he only thought that he was a substitute.

With what mood did he leave...

He Yu raised his head, these days he had thought of what he said when he confessed to Xie Qing countless times these days.

He really hated himself for saying that Xie Qingcheng was the snow in the sky...

from the sky……

Snow……

Sarcasm to the bone, grief to the soul.

What a pain.

How painful was it when Xie Qingcheng died?

How sad?That's why he let He Yu go forward to find another life and love.

Xie Qingcheng believed in irreplaceable love because of He Yu.

But at the last moment, his faith was shattered.

He was such an arrogant person, he even shed blood and tears, choked up and said that he was not the best...

With Xie Qingcheng's spirit, how desperate would he have collapsed at that moment to be so self-deprecating?

At this time, He Yu would rather that Xie Qingcheng had never loved him before, so he would not be hurt so hard by him, but Xie Qingcheng wrote on the letter paper, I will always love you in the future, no matter where I am, no matter whether I am still alive.

He laughed out loud, clutching this thin page of letter paper and the infinite affection he didn't hold.

He smiled, panted, raised his tearful eyes, and looked at Zheng Jingfeng in a trance for a long time.

In the end, he murmured in a hoarse voice, "...uncle...can you...do me one last favor?"

Zheng Jingfeng hurriedly said: "What?"

"..." He Yu stared at him with red eyes, numbly, "I...don't want to die yet...I want to be cured...I cooperate with the treatment...I am willing...to cooperate with the treatment...I want to... ...I want to go out...I want to take a look at him again...see the place where he used to treat illnesses, and ask him those things...that he didn't have time to tell me."

"I ask you to help me to beg Political Commissar Wang and the Wei family...even if you beg Chen Man...otherwise I know others will not let me out easily..."

"please……"

"Let me go to his grave... Let me see him again..."

"I beg you..."

"Please... let me take another look at the person I love..."

He is his lover, so it can be seen that his side actually needs the approval of the world.

After Zheng Jingfeng left, He Yu sat on the bed blankly. The nurse wanted to put the letter away, but he refused.

He kept reading it, over and over again.

His cheeks were cold, and the tears froze coldly on his face after they dried.

Suddenly, he was taken aback.

He suddenly discovered the last tenderness hidden in this letter——

Xie Qingcheng told him almost all the truth in the letter, but there was only one thing that he still didn't tell him——

The text message that lied to He Yu three years ago was not sent by Xie Qingcheng, but by Director Hu.

Xie Qing expressed his willingness to carry this only misunderstanding on his own, and never tell it until his death.

He didn't want He Yu to feel pain and remorse after recalling the various quarrels between the two after they reunited after knowing this.

Because Xie Qingcheng himself experienced this kind of regretful pain, he would rather forcefully beg He Yu for forgiveness than tell He Yu that he was wronged.

Only this matter, he was unwilling to tell the truth until his death.

He was afraid that He Yu would be in pain.

His imp is still young and has suffered a lot.

He protected him once with his body.On Mandela Island, so that he doesn't have to be a target.

Now, he still uses his sincerity to protect him for the second time.In the future, free him from guilt.

Xie Qing has been ill for 23 years and has lost the ability to express love normally.

But at this moment, He Yu undoubtedly felt it—he felt a warm hand covering the top of his hair, he raised his head, and saw Xie Qingcheng standing in front of him, not very good at laughing, others It seems that he has no feelings at all.But He Yu knew that he did.

In the 23 years of cocoon, the gentleness and protection that struggled hard.

Love and pampering.

Xie Qingcheng gave it to him silently.

Three months later, at the time of the summer solstice, He Yu, who was in good shape, was finally released from the hospital after completing various interrogations and assessments and signing a series of guarantee documents.

Although he could feel that someone was always watching him in the dark, to prevent him from doing anything out of control again, but he didn't mind anymore.

He went to the Meiyu Private Hospital. The old director was on the last day of work. The old man's physical condition was failing. He kept the secret for nearly half his life for his classmates and comrades-in-arms. Now it was finally time for him to return home.He seemed to have expected that on the last day of his resignation, he would meet such a handsome guest who looked like a corpse.

The old man smiled, and asked He Yu to sit down. Like an old friend, he made him a cup of hot ginger tea, and began to talk to him about those secrets that he no longer needed to keep strictly...

"By the way." At the end of the talk, the old dean seemed to have seen through He Yu's dying heart. He suddenly turned around and took out a notebook tremblingly, "Didn't I tell you just now that Professor Xie has been sorting out and perfecting the old notebook?" The notes left by Qin? Those notes...you can draw inferences about them. For those in today's society...cough cough, drank inferior medicine, and suffered from a mental Ebola disease...cough, research on their therapeutic drugs , very very useful."

He breathed a sigh of relief, and drank a few more sips of water: "Xiaohe, these notes, and...the research on these drugs, can you please help me and thank you brother for a while? We all want to see these innocent people Victims, finally have an account..."

As he spoke, he stuffed some of Xie Qing's notes to He Yu.

Those dilapidated notes were reflected in He Yu's empty eyes.

He flinched, trying to hide, but couldn't.

The old dean didn't let him escape, and firmly handed those notes to He Yu.When He Yu's fingertips touched the cover, he trembled violently.Slowly, some color and emotion appeared in his eyes, even though it was grief-stricken.

Even if the dean took him to see the place where Xie Qingcheng had been treated just now, and told him a lot of reasons to persevere, he just stood there numbly, as if he had died, and just came to take a last look at the world for Xie Qingcheng .

Until these unfinished matters of Xie Qingcheng were carefully handed over to He Yu's palm.

He Yu's hand touched Xie Qingcheng's notes that had been rubbed over a hundred times, and it was the first time that the old dean saw a faint and painful light in him.

People have a chance to live if they think about it.

This point, the old dean has been a doctor for so long, and he understands it in his heart.

"Open it and see."

He Yu hesitated, and slowly, he lowered his head and opened the notebook.

The workbook originally belonged to Qin Ciyan, and when he opened it, there was Mr. Qin's handwriting on the title page.

It should be written by Mr. Qin in his later years. The old man is old and has a rigid style. In life, I will still make such a choice, and I don’t regret it.”

Under that line of writing, what caught He Yu's eyes was another line of familiar characters, which were slightly inclined.

Xie Qingcheng wrote:

"Me too."

At dusk, He Yu finally arrived at the cemetery.

Xie Qingcheng's tomb was erected next to Qin Ciyan's sculptural tomb.He was Qin Ciyan's favorite apprentice during his lifetime, but he was not even qualified to worship Qin Ciyan in an upright manner.

Now he can finally be by the teacher's side and look at him.

It's just that there is no name on his tombstone. According to his wishes during his lifetime, what was carved was just an epitaph of Keats's tomb.

"Hereliesonewhosenamewaswritteninwater"

Those who sleep forever here are famous in the water.

Because there are too many confidential documents involved, and there may be people who maliciously use the banned drugs to spread rumors and slander the reputation of Qin Ciyan related to it, in the registered letter sent to Xie Xue, Xie Qingcheng has left a behind-the-scenes information He confessed that he didn't need anyone to justify his resignation from the hospital.

He did what he wanted to do and protected everyone he wanted to protect.He has behaved righteously all his life, and he rarely has anything to be ashamed of.

As for what people will say about him and how to evaluate him, those are all external names, and he doesn't care anymore.

He Yu walked across the lawn of the cemetery, first placed a bouquet of lilies in front of Qin Ciyan's tombstone, and then walked towards Xie Qingcheng's side with Endless Summer in his arms.

The light blue-purple hydrangea bouquet is wrapped in gauze paper of the same color, and the bouquet is covered with a layer of pure white gauze.

He walked over, stood still, and looked at the writing on the tombstone.

He called softly: "Brother Xie..."

Suddenly, the wind blew up, as if time went back to the early summer more than ten years ago, the veil on the hydrangea was suddenly lifted by the wind, the veil flew very high, and finally fell down flutteringly.

Impartially, the white gauze landed on Xie Qingcheng's tombstone.

He Yu opened his mouth, his heart seemed to be blocked by something, causing him such pain that he couldn't say anything at once.He bowed his body, lowered his head, and knelt in front of his monument.

"You dropped something..."

In the end, like the child many years ago, he held the soft veil and said to him with sobs.

"Brother, your things fell."

What you left behind in this world is a heart that has never changed and loved you.

do you know……

He knelt in front of his tomb for a long, long time, but no one stretched out a warm hand to him, lowered his handsome and cold face that reminded people of "the sound of snow leaning against the bamboo", and took the hand from him. Qingsha, say something to him——

"Thank you."

When night fell, He Yu finally stood up, his legs were already numb, and he staggered away.

The manager of the cemetery is new, and he will lock and close the gate of the cemetery until the last worshiper who leaves the cemetery leaves.

He Yu's eyes were red and lowered, and he apologized to him in a low voice: "I wasted your time."

"It's okay, it's just a little late." The manager is a merciful old man, but he was a little curious and hesitated. He asked, "That tombstone without a name...is very mysterious. It has approved the tomb to enter the martyr's mausoleum. It never said who he was."

He tentatively asked He Yu: "Do you know who he is?"

He Yu didn't answer, if Xie Qingcheng didn't want others to know his name, then he wouldn't go against his will.

The old man saw that he didn't say anything, and he didn't force it, he just said: "...Young man, I'm sorry, I asked too much. I've been in this business for half my life, and I've only seen two of them, so— —”

He Yu was taken aback for a moment, a string in his heart was faintly touched.

"Two seats?"

"That's right, there is another cemetery in the west of the city that I did before. It was built by a man three years ago..."

It was as if a heavy drum had been beating in He Yu's eardrum.

"Is it the Qingliangshan Cemetery in the west of the city?"——the place where Xie Qingcheng's parents were buried.

The old man's eyes widened: "You know."

He Yu suddenly became dizzy and could barely speak.

Half an hour later, he drove to the cemetery. The door of the cemetery was closed, but his extreme grief and the accommodation fee finally made the janitor make an exception for him.

He Yu quickly found the unnamed monument.

There is no need to ask who the person who bought this cemetery is. He knew the only answer when he saw the lines of delicate but strong English characters on the tombstone.

That answer became a knife in his heart.

He staggered over and knelt down in front of the cold tombstone with a plop, his forehead against the stone surface, his figure was lonely, just like the person who loved him deeply three years ago.

Nothing of him that do th fade.

But doth suffer sea-change.

Into something rich and strange.

At this moment, He Yu suddenly understood why Xie Qingcheng wanted a nameless stele. There was no name engraved on the stele, only a string of words.

Shelley's tomb, Keats' tomb.

Xie Qingcheng didn't care about reputation just because of his reputation.He also wanted to silently accompany He Yu in this way.

No matter how deep their love is, they have no status, they are not tolerated by the world, and they cannot ask for a joint burial.

But in this city, there are only two such unnamed steles, engraved with two lines of secrets that only the two of them know, engraved with their youthful years.

He Yu's tears fell like broken beads, and his hand stroked the familiar handwriting on the stele, as if covering Xie Qing's blood-stained hands after time passed.

"elder brother……"

He cried bitterly in front of this tomb.No one knows what he lost, just as no one knows who was buried here.

In this life, only Xie Qingcheng would accompany him like this and know their secrets.

Only Xie Qingcheng wanted to be by his side, even if he erased his name and abandoned his reputation.

There will never be another Dr. Xie again.

He has been with him, under the nameless monument and the green grass, for a long time, and will sleep forever.

The Mandela turmoil has finally passed completely.

Because Qin Ciyan's notes played a big role in those years, those patients who were affected in the past all successfully received the treatment medicine, and after recovering, they never relapsed.And those researchers on the island, as well as Anthony... They were all sentenced to sentences ranging from 20 years to the death penalty, imprisoned, and executed by Skynet.

Xie Xue and Wei Dongheng's home has always had the only photo of their family of three with Xie Qingcheng. In the photo, Xie Qingcheng will always stay at the age of 36 and never grow old.

Xie Xue has to look at the photo every day before going to work, one by one, day by day, year by year...

"Brother, good morning, I'm going out."

"Brother, I'm back."

Just like when Xie Qingcheng took care of her alone when she was a child, Xie Xue greeted the people in the photos day after day, which was a habit she had since she was a child.

It's just that Xie Qingcheng always said to her back then: "Be careful on the road." Or "How is your performance in school today?"

It's all gone now.

But Xie Xue felt that she could still hear his voice.

Because he is in her heart.

In this way, opening and closing the door every day, looking at the photos... Decades have passed in a flash.

Later, Xie Xue no longer needed to go to work.

She is 80 years old.

She hunched over to go shopping.

I bought some fresh eggs, green onions, ham and shrimps. She makes Yangzhou fried rice without peas.

This is her favorite home-cooked dish.

Yaya went to the United States to study abroad, studied medicine, and became a professor of medicine at the school that Qin Ciyan attended when he was young.Now Xie Xue is only living with Wei Dongheng. The old couple can’t eat too much. The fried rice is full of color, flavor, and good nutrition. It’s better than anything else if you add less oil and a bowl of vegetable soup. .

Her brother used to take care of her like this.Take care of her from childhood to adulthood.

Whenever she made this bowl of fried rice, she felt that he was still taking care of them secretly.

She eats with a smile, and there are wrinkles at the end of her eyes. She has lived a happy life, but she knows that it is because there is a person who has been protecting her and loving her with his life after they lost their parents.

She bowed her head to eat fried rice.

It was hot and grainy, and her cooking was already as good as his.

After eating, she and Wei Dongheng turned on the TV, and there was a series on the TV, and she and Wei Dongheng also participated in the production.

This drama was made by He Yu.He Yu has been living alone since then, and he has not passed away, perhaps because he still has some unfinished business, some past events, only he can be a complete narrator.

Finally, after so many years, all the files have been declassified, and He Yu, who finally became the director, chose to tell everyone what happened back then honestly and in this way.

Xie Xue felt that his casting was not good, so she was not satisfied with Xie Qingcheng's choice of actors.She always thinks that this one is not tall enough, that one is not manly enough, this one is too rough, and that one is not smart.

She said: "Why is there no one who can even be 30.00% like my brother? Now that technology is so advanced, makeup and photography skills are... so good, how come there is no one who can let me see him Where's the shadow?"

He Yu said: "No one can replace him."

The film was finally filmed, and the casting was not satisfactory, but at least the stories were true, and the surviving people who were found were also very cooperative and invested in the production.Even Chen Man, who had almost never met He Yu again, flew back from far away Europe after receiving the information about this project, and cooperated with him in restoring some of the events back then.

Xie Xue still didn't like this movie, she felt that the young actors of Xie Qingcheng and Wei Dongheng were wrong, watching it made her uncomfortable, and she didn't feel the same way back then.

But she likes listening to the ending credits song of the show very much.

The ending song was written by He Yu himself.

The melody is melodious, with some retro Hong Kong style Cantonese old movies.

The singing echoes in the living room with fluttering screens——

The wind blows, the veil falls,

Picked up a mottled dream.

I've been dreaming for half my life, you know?

The doors are open, the book fair is on,

The words on the title page have faded,