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When Xie Qingcheng heard him say such words, he was stunned for a moment, not knowing how he felt.

He looked at He Yu. For a long time, it was He Yu who dared not look directly into his eyes, because his eyes were too cold and sharp, like a scalpel, capable of dissecting people's hearts.

But at this moment, the chaotic and strong emotions in He Yu's eyes were too heavy, like lava.

No matter how sharp the blade is, after all, ordinary iron cannot withstand the high temperature of lava.

So this time, it was Xie Qingcheng who turned his gaze away first.

He was in a very complicated mood. If He Yu usually said such words to him, he would not have such a big reaction, but at this moment, he knew that the meaning was different.

This turned out to be what He Yu wanted to tell him the most.

If they can't get out, if they die in an hour, these are the last things He Yu wants to say to him, to bid farewell to the world.

Therefore, the power of these words is very heavy, hitting his heart directly.

Xie Qingcheng didn't scold him, didn't make fun of him - this was the first time Xie Qingcheng faced He Yu's confession with this attitude since the night in the clubhouse.

But he didn't know how to answer him.

After so many false love entanglements happened between them, Xie Qingcheng didn't understand what kind of attitude he could use to face He Yu's pathological dependence.

So he finally turned his eyes away, and he swam to the side, leaning against the wall, looking up at the studio dome that was getting closer and closer.

A little bit of broken light shone on his tall and pale face, and he was as cold as bloodless, like ice floes, and even his lips were almost transparent.

Ten centimeters... and ten centimeters...

Getting closer and closer.

Xie Qingcheng could already clearly see the pipe steel plates and mortise and tenon nail heads of the dome.

He suddenly thought of something, looked down into the clear water—and he found it.

"wait for me a while."

Xie Qingcheng pushed the plastic box containing the mobile phone to He Yu, so as not to overturn the mobile phone into the water and be completely scrapped, but suddenly plunged into the pool water, his slender figure cut the water waves.He dived straight down, and after a while, when he shook the water droplets from his hair and resurfaced from the bottom of the water, he had a discarded steel pipe in his hand.

With a tube of more than one meter in hand, at the current floating height, it is enough to touch the zenith.

Xie Qingcheng held the steel pipe and began to tap on the dome tentatively and breathlessly.

The sound of the hollow board can be heard. After knocking, the sound is much clearer and louder than that of the solid wall, and it will make an empty sound.

Xie Qingcheng tried calmly.

He Yu didn't speak anymore, watching him use the pipe to test bit by bit from the side closest to the door.

Every inch, every minute, every second.

solid.

solid.

still sincere...

"..."

After 15 minutes, Xie Qingcheng put down the steel pipe used for testing.The pipe was no longer needed, and his own hand could reach the dome.

But he didn't move anymore, his face was hidden in the water waves.

He Yu saw that his complexion was paler than before——

There are no overhead layers.

The roof of this room is sealed by pouring cement...

Even people who no longer care about life and death will still feel tremors when the hammer of death is actually struck down.The dome was sealed, which meant the last ray of hope for both of them was shattered.

He Yu looked at Xie Qingcheng's face, and even he felt a little suffocated for a moment.He swam over and looked up at the ceiling. Now he could see clearly that the opening of the pipe that had given them a glimmer of hope was damaged. Although it was indeed a hollow plank, there was still a layer of cement rock on top of the plank.

Relying on the strength of normal people, even if it takes 100 years, they will not be able to get out, let alone only a few 10 minutes left...

He was really going to die like this.

"Xie Qingcheng." He Yu looked at him, his throat tightened a little. At that moment, he wanted to say a lot, but the last thing he said was, "What do you think will be written on the headlines of tomorrow's newspaper?"

Xie Qingcheng raised his head and looked at the ceiling that was getting closer and closer.

The rippling water reflected his jawline, his hair was a little messy because of being wet, the usual meticulous outline was still there, but some black hair hung wetly before his eyes.

He didn't answer He Yu's nonsensical question.

However, after a while, He Yu heard him say softly: "...He Yu, many things happened between you and me."

"Those things have their own disadvantages and owe each other, and one yard is one yardstick, but now it seems that at least one of them, I have to say sorry to you."

When he said this suddenly, He Yu was taken aback for a moment: "...I came here by myself. This is different from the archives of the Radio and Television Tower, so you don't have to blame yourself."

"I mean before. Five years ago."

"..." He Yu was quiet for a moment, as if something was stirring in his heart, "...If you want to say this, didn't I also do a lot of things that make you feel inferior to a beast?"

He said again: "Apologizing to each other before death is really too sensible-you are too tired to live such a rational and orderly life all your life."

As he spoke, his heart, which had been tensed for more than an hour, finally completely relaxed.

He also accepted his fate.

This kind of death was an accident to He Yu, but death was never something he could not accept. He would not lose his face in shock, panic, or panic in front of death, because in his short 19 years of life, he had already experienced too much. I have faced pain and loneliness many times that are more terrible than death.

He is a person who lives towards death, and he has long known that death is his friend who has been waiting in front of him since he was born, and he will always meet him.

And this way of death is not unacceptable compared to going mad and out of control in a lunatic asylum, and finally leaving as miserable and without dignity as the previous medical cases.

It doesn't scare a lonely man who's been mad for 17 years.

He Yu simply changed to a comfortable backstroke position and lay down on the water again. He picked up his phone and suddenly thought of something——

"Xie Qingcheng, tell me, should we trust the manufacturer once?"

This time it was Xie Qingcheng's turn to be startled: "What?"

"Waterproof function." He Yu raised the phone, "When the water completely covers us, the phone will be submerged. But if the merchant is not so evil and it is really waterproof, do you think we should leave a suicide note or something... ... There is still plenty of time, and it can be regarded as a good destiny."

As he spoke, he opened the memo on his phone.

Then click on the music player software.

Unlike Xie Qingcheng, He Yu is actually a romantic and sophisticated person. If he really wants to turn into a treasure in the water and be buried here, and he accepts his fate, he will want to welcome death calmly and gracefully.

"You know, before the death row inmates are about to be injected, the people in the prison will let them listen to songs. The song with the highest order rate is said to be "Don't Look I'm Just a Sheep"."

Xie Qingcheng stood quietly in the water for a while, he probably didn't expect He Yu to face death like this.

When people are born, they are still chaotic, and they can't help crying and laughing, and they come to this world crying because of the nurse's slap.

But when a person dies, he is full of love, hate, knowledge, and the past... People will say goodbye to these invisible friends who accompany them to the end. He Yu may feel that parting from old friends should be done with a smile. .

"Isn't it weird that all prisoners on death row like to listen to "Don't Think I'm Just a Sheep"?"

He Yu said more and more calmly while sliding the phone screen, looking at the playlist he had cached on it.

"But in fact, this is because they feel that they are dying, and they have no mood to choose, so they default to the song at the beginning. There is no A letter, and the first song of B letter is "Don't Look I'm Just a Sheep". I said, they were still defeated by death—they don’t even want to make decisions for themselves once they die, they really lack some beauty and courage....By the way, I think this song is good, do you like it?”

He clicked the play button on the screen, and a long music sound floated out from the phone, lingering and classic, it was the song "myheartwillgoon".

Xie Qingcheng: "..."

"you jump, i jump."

"You're going to get out of here. You're going to go on..."

"No there. Not this night. Not like this."

He Yu began to chaotically recite the lines in his memory, with a slight nasal sound, the surrounding water was very cold, and the winter in the south of the Yangtze River was also biting.

He laughed: "It really fits the occasion."

"You know, I liked Rose very much when I was a child. I think she dared to cross the barriers of the world and be with that worthless poor boy in the eyes of so many people's accusations? If there was a girl who could For me, when the Titanic sank, I would have her on the floats and I in the water."

"I don't want to watch her die."

"You know that Rose got married later, and she lived happily all her life. Titanic and Jack were like a dream in her long life. When she woke up, there was a picture of her riding a horse in pants in the picture frame next to her pillow. Just like what Jack once described with her in the dream with a smile."

"It's great to have such a dream..." He Yu sighed, "I don't even have a dream."

The singing sounded very long and far away, as if it was the melodious setting sail and whistle of a huge fuel ship a hundred years ago, floating through time and space, and echoing in this closed and submerged studio.

He Yu listened to this song, opened the memo on his phone, and wanted to write something.

But in the end he found that his suicide note was meaningless, and he didn't have anyone he cared about in this world—if there was, that person was already by his side.It's just that when he died, he still didn't know what his feelings and desires for Xie Qingcheng meant.

He also didn't know what Xie Qingcheng had hidden from him in the past years.

Actually, they are all regrets that Granny Meng will forget.

He Yu put down the phone and put it back into the plastic box. He closed his eyes, hummed softly, and seemed to be relieved, waiting for that moment to come.

The dome is closer...

However, at this moment, he heard the clear sound of water splashing.

He opened his eyes - it was Xie Qingcheng who came to him, and changed into the same stretched supine position as him.

Xie Qingcheng also put down the phone.

He Yu was a little surprised: "...don't you write something? Give it to Xie Xue."

"She will only be sadder when she reads it. I don't want her to live in my last words all her life. Sometimes last words are not too gentle things. The last phone call I had with her was very homely and it was a good ending. If I had to choose, I wouldn't want to hurt her again with my dying message."

Xie Qingcheng finished speaking these words calmly.

In a sense, they are really the best partners on the unique Huangquan Road.

They can all face their own death quietly and calmly, which most people in the world can't do.

Xie Qingcheng looked at the time on the phone, he and He Yu were floating silently like water elves, sea moon, peach blossom, rocket...

The wave light seems to have turned into those jellyfish that gently heal people's hearts in the video.

"Every night in my dreams,

Iseeyou,

Ifeelyou,

That show I know you goon..."

Every night, in my dreams, I can see you, I can feel you...

That is, I know how you will go on...

He Yu listened to the looping singing, and suddenly thought of the door that repeatedly appeared in his dreams.

From the age of seven to the age of 14, he had opened the door countless times.

From the age of 14 to the age of 19, he had dreamed of the door countless times.

When Xie Qingcheng was by his side, when he opened the door, he could see the tall and handsome man standing by the window, looking back at him quietly.

And when the door was empty, he closed his eyes and stood inside, as if he could feel the traces of the doctor's existence...

Dr. Xie said to him: "One day, you will have to get out of your inner shadow by yourself."

Xie Qingcheng wrote Junxiu's words with a pen stroke by stroke in front of the writing desk by the window.

He wrote: "To congratulate Yu, thank Qing for presenting."

Later, Xie Qingcheng left.

And since he left, in many nights, in many dreams, he has dreamed of him.

He Yu's expression slowly relaxed, he was lying on the icy water, but he knew that at this moment he was not alone.

Xie Qingcheng was by his side, as long as he stretched out his hand, he could touch that little bit of warmth that belonged to another person.A warmth that won't leave.The warmth that only death can take away.

"Once more you open the door

And you're here in my heart..."

You push that door open again,

You are there, in my heart...

In the singing, the door engraved with the endless summer seems to be opened again, inside is the light of summer, the snow of winter, and the beautiful silhouette of spring and autumn.It was as if he had never left the room in his heart.

He Yu didn't know what kind of emotional surge, sour and complicated, he suddenly wanted to cry, but he knew it was not because of death.

He suddenly couldn't help but want to speak, he couldn't help but want to extend his hand to Xie Qingcheng.

He suddenly couldn't help but wanted to say to him: "Doctor Xie, Xie Qingcheng, I'm sorry."

Obviously he just accused Xie Qingcheng of apologizing before his death as boring and clichéd.

The words stuck in my throat, neither up nor down.

But the hand has already stretched out, drawing ripples of the heart in the water, and then——

He held Xie Qingcheng's fingertips.

Xie Qingcheng moved his hand.But in the end it didn't break free.

"...Xie Qingcheng, don't be afraid, death is not scary. I have had several near-death experiences, you know, it's like falling asleep, faster and easier than falling asleep..."

He opened his mouth, but said something else, more like what a man should say.

He held Xie Qingcheng's hand tightly, and he felt their hands tremble slightly. He didn't know whether it was because of himself or Xie Qingcheng.

"I'll be with you."

"nothing."

"……I'll be with you……"

Xie Qingcheng was silent, He Yu didn't look at him all the time, just looked at the ceiling that was getting closer and closer, and then whispered these words to him.

But he turned his face and looked at He Yu.

Of course he knew that He Yu was not afraid of death, He Yu sometimes even longed for death.However, at this moment, He Yu still seemed a little disappointed.

Relieved but inevitably disappointed.

why?

Xie Qingcheng looked at him silently for a while.

Finally, he thought, maybe he knew why...

In the romantic melody of the Titanic spanning 90 years, in the face of the impending death, his indestructible heart that never breaks the embankment finally loosened——

"He Yu." Xie Qingcheng said suddenly.

In the voice, there was a faint calm after making a certain decision.

"Ok?"

"I left Shanghai First Hospital five years ago. I left you."

Xie Qingcheng paused and said softly.

"There is indeed a secret."

"...If this is the truth that I can finally restore, if this truth can make you feel relieved at the end."

The surroundings are too lonely and cold, the only dim light on the zenith seems to present a lonely faint blue color, which freezes between Xie Qingcheng's eyebrows like frost, which makes Xie Qingcheng's eyebrows and eyes not as cold as usual up.

But he was still very quiet.

Before the doomed death that would come soon, he finally let go.

He turned his face sideways, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and finally turned his head, looked at his young man in the same way and said: "—then I'll tell you."

The author has something to say: Note [-]:

The three English paragraphs in the article are all Titanic lines:

"you jump, i jump."

If you jump, I will jump.

"You're going to get out of here. You're going to go on..."

You'll get out of here, you'll keep going.

"No there. Not this night. Not like this."

(your death) not here, not tonight, not in this way.

The last two sentences are the dialogue between the male and female protagonists after the shipwreck. What JACK said to ROSE, "Not here, not tonight, not in this way" is the male protagonist saying that ROSE will not die like this, and ROSE will die when he dies. After that, go on living, live to a very old age, and die in a warm bed.Instead of dying with him in the icy sea tonight.

Note 2: The rest of the English are the lyrics of "myheartwillgoon".