Dead after eight years [rebirth]

"Zhang Ci'an."

Professor Zhang came out of the laboratory and was about to lock the door, when he heard someone calling him, it was his teacher Chen Hou when he turned around.

These days, the only one who can call him by his first and last name in school seems to be his teacher.

Zhang Ci'an locked the door and walked to the teacher at the end of the corridor, calling out "teacher".

Chen Hou has already retired from the courtyard, and it is very rare to still appear in the laboratory building at this moment.

Academician Chen patted the student's arm with his old palm: "I heard about you."

What happened to him was that he was forced by the dean to sign a contract, or was it because he kissed a man in the street that damaged the image of the academy?

Zhang Ci'an bowed his head and remained silent.

"Comrade Xiao Cheng is gone, you don't have to hold on like this, go back and rest." Academician Chen said.

Zhang Ci'an looked up at the teacher in astonishment. The old man in his 70s spoke seriously and did not seem to be joking.

Academician Chen pulled him to sit on the platform extended from the corridor of the laboratory.

"Did you get confused? The teacher knows about this." Chen Hou saw the bruises under his student's eyes, and felt sorry that he hadn't closed his eyes for several days and nights.

Yes, he talked to the teacher.

When the photo was flying all over the sky, Academician Chen Hou knew about it, and he was busy trying to find a way out for him.

"Teacher, I'm fine." Zhang Ci'an sat on the bench on the platform where the students used to take a break, with his head hanging down to support himself.

For such a long time, no one has said condolences to him, because he can't even stand in front of others holding his lover's hand openly.

Teacher Chen was half lying on the back of the bench, with his eyes closed, as if he was also exhausted.

In the small space, both the teacher and the student were silent.

After being in a trance for a long time, the setting sun on the first floor swept across the small platform at the corner of the building. Teacher Chen murmured: "Your teacher has been gone for three years."

Zhang Ci'an bowed his head and counted. It has been three years since he prepared to evaluate the professor.

Both the teacher and the student are lost persons who have been widowed.

"When she first left, I didn't even feel anything for a while, but after a long time, I gradually realized that the person who walked with me and scolded me for walking fast was gone."

Chen Hou and his wife are a young couple with fifty years of ups and downs, and the various bonds cannot be explained in one or two sentences.

Teacher Chen squinted his eyes, enjoying the afterglow of the setting sun.

"She likes to bask in the sun like this, but unfortunately I was too busy at that time and never had time. I had a dream a few days ago, and I dreamed that she pointed at my nose and blamed me for coming home too late, saying that if I came back so late in the future, I would have no food. Eat. The shredded pork noodles she made are the best."

Only after waking up did I realize that no matter in reality or in my dreams, there are some things that I can no longer eat.

Chen Hou struggled to get up, Zhang Ci'an hurriedly supported him.

The teacher and the student walked out of the building together. When parting, Teacher Chen left a sentence for the student: "Take a rest, you are so tired, he must be as unforgiving as your teacher's wife when he sees it in your dream."

Zhang Ci'an's strong inner wall crumbled at that moment.

Cheng Shuibei was determined to leave, and he never came to his dream once.

After Teacher Chen left, Zhang Ci'an immediately wrote a vacation application to the Human Resources Department.

Teacher Chen is right, maybe, maybe his Xiaobei will come to see him tomorrow or the day after tomorrow?

Professor Zhang drove out of the school, went to Xuji to buy butterfly cakes as a routine, and went home with a paper bag.

Everything in the house was furnished as before, and when Zhang Ci'an almost thought that everything was his own illusion, he saw the bunch of withered flowers on the table again, and the greeting card said "Cheng Shuibei will live a hundred years" flowers.

Xiaobei is a bit picky about flowers and plants, Zhang Ci'an immediately put down the paper bag containing snacks, and went downstairs to the flower shop to buy a new bouquet of flowers.

The little flower seller said that this champagne-colored rose was a new variety in the store, called Plato.

Zhang Ci'an didn't know flowers, and only thought that Xiaobei would like such a warm color, so he went home with the fragrance of flowers in his arms.

He was still reluctant to throw away the bunch of long-lived flowers, so he placed the fresh plato around the withered dried flowers one by one, nondescript, and finally couldn't bear to look at himself, so he went to the living room to sit in a fit of anger.

Cheng Shuibei left resolutely, leaving no trace of the house, only a pile of clothes in the bedroom can still show his past existence, Zhang Ci'an dared not open the door easily, fearing that the wind would blow in and blow away the last bit left by Xiaobei smell.

Maybe, maybe I can dream this time.

Zhang Ci'an lay down with half hope, and switched the TV to the news channel for hypnosis. He woke up when he heard the word "North" in his half-dream.

In his frustration, Zhang Ci'an's phone rang, it was a landline number he had never seen before.

Zhang Ci'an didn't dare not answer, because when Cheng Shuibei went out shopping, he liked to leave his name on the membership cards of various cake shops. If there were any promotions, the store called and he didn't tell him in time, Xiaobei would pretend to be barefoot. Sleep with him in a separate room.

Although in the middle of the night, the two will always roll together inexplicably.

"Hello, who is it?"

"It's Mr. Zhang Ci'an. It's like this. A Mr. Cheng Shuibei made an appointment for your annual medical examination service in our hospital last year. Is it convenient for you to come over tomorrow?"

Zhang Ci'an was in a daze, last year, that was when he was sick and hospitalized.Cheng Shuibei had mentioned that he would have a physical examination every year in the future, and he had also mentioned to make an appointment for him, but he was busy with school affairs at that time, so he quickly forgot.

"Okay, I'll be there tomorrow, please." Zhang Ci'an hung up the phone politely, feeling a little sore and itchy in his heart.

Xiaobei is gone, but the traces left in the world still remain.

Zhang Ci'an survived the night and went to the hospital the next day.

Cheng Shuibei took care of all inspection items before his death. He only needs someone to come over and follow the procedure to do a complete set of inspections.

Zhang Ci'an thought like a madman, let him get sick quickly, if he is sick, Xiao Bei might come back to see him.

The results would come out in three days. When Zhang Ci'an left the hospital, he saw the old blind man talking nonsense that he hated so much.

Professor Zhang knows that the old blind man is not blind. After all, every time he sees him, he hides, and when he sees Xiaobei, he posts it.

He walked up to the old blind man, who was still pretending to snap his fingers.

Zhang Ci'an cut to the chase and asked him what he said to Cheng Shuibei last time.

The old blind man pretended to be stupid at first, but when he saw Professor Zhang add the red card to the fifth one, he finally let go.

He said that Cheng Shuibei went to Guyun Temple to pray for Buddha to protect his lover from disaster.

Zhang Ci'an vaguely felt that he had heard of the Ancient Cloud Temple somewhere, but when he thought that Cheng Shuibei had been there alone during his illness, Professor Zhang drove to the north of the city without thinking.

On the way, he relied on his excellent memory to recall the news he heard yesterday. It seemed that the camellias on the north side of Guyun Mountain were in full bloom out of season, attracting many tourists.

Zhang Ci'an didn't care to look at camellia, he wanted to take a walk in the places Cheng Shuibei had been to, maybe Xiaobei saw it and would come to his dream at night.

Before Zhang Ci'an was born, he came to this mountain. At that time, Dou Shuyi carried him to the mountain to gather folk songs. It happened that an ancient monk came out of the customs and named the child of good fortune Ci'an.

It was only later that I heard that the ancient monk passed away not long after.

There were too many tourists in the front mountain, so Zhang Ci'an took a detour and walked from the back mountain, one step at a time, thinking about Cheng Shuibei's state of mind when he walked this road.

It was only when he couldn't figure out anything that he remembered that it had been a long, long time since he sat down and had a good chat with Cheng Shuibei.

Xiaobei was sick and refused to go to see it. Zhang Ci'an talked too much and the two got into an argument, and they didn't speak for a whole day.

Professor Zhang smiled wryly, feeling that Cheng Shuibei was still angry with him and refused to meet him in his dream.

It was already evening when we reached the top of the mountain, tourists left one after another, and the gate of the temple was about to be closed, but Zhang Ci'an unexpectedly entered the temple smoothly without being blocked.

The towering old sycamore trees cast shade, and Zhang Ci'an stood at the fork in the road, not knowing where to go.

There are two roads ahead, one to the north and one to the south.

Zhang Ci'an followed his lover's guidance and went to the north.

He vaguely saw the camellias in the distance, blooming vigorously, like white flowers at a funeral, as if commemorating someone's departure.

Deep in the camellia, Zhang Ci'an saw a deserted temple.

There is a Buddha statue that Zhang Ci'an doesn't recognize in the hall. There is no one inside and outside the house, and there are two yellow futons in front of the table for people to pay homage to.

Zhang Ci'an is a staunch materialist, he never asks about gods and Buddhas, and he doesn't have much gratitude for his own name, but when he looks at the Buddha statue, he suddenly wants to worship.

Just because Cheng Shuibei might have knelt here once.

Zhang Ci'an has never worshiped Buddha, but he knows the process, he needs to burn incense, kneel down and kowtow after burning incense, um...and make a wish.

Professor Zhang went to the incense table to get two sticks of incense. He didn't know how many sticks to burn, but it seemed reasonable for him to burn one stick.After taking the incense chapter, Ci'an lit the incense with a lighter left by a pilgrim and inserted it into the stove in front of the Buddha statue.

Then Professor Zhang stood in front of the Buddha, thought for a long time, and knelt down.

He gently knelt on the edge of the futon on the left, made a bow in the posture of praying to heaven and earth in ancient weddings, and bowed.

Then there is the wish.Zhang Ci'an hadn't begged for anything in decades, but now that he had come, he wanted to beg once for the first time.

I beg Cheng Shuibei to come back to life, clean and clear, with no regrets in his heart.

Then Professor Zhang left.

Because he felt that instead of being annoyed by being covered in incense ash here, it would be better to go to see the camellias and make himself fragrant, maybe Xiaobei would be willing to enter his dream.

Zhang Ci'an stayed in Guyun Mountain very late, and when he drove home late, he felt sleepy on the road.

Professor Zhang entered the room, and under various considerations, he entered the bedroom with Cheng Shuibei's atmosphere.

Then he lay on the bed that he had slept with Cheng Shuibei and fell asleep in a daze.

It was already cold in Yunan in October, and even the cicadas had stopped singing, but Zhang Ci'an heard the cicadas singing again in a daze.

Got it— got it—

The very annoying chirping of cicadas on a midsummer morning.

Zhang Ci'an rubbed his eyes impatiently and wanted to get up and close the window, but he felt dizzy, unconscious like drunk.

There seemed to be a person in front of him, lying on the pile of pillows, whimpering softly.

This person is as young and reckless as he was back then, and he is as happy as he is.

Zhang Ci'an smiled, he had done so much, Cheng Shuibei was finally willing to come to his dream.

Professor Zhang caressed his lover's waist and continued what they had done for countless nights.

The phone next to the pillow rang with a familiar yet unfamiliar ringtone. Zhang Ci'an didn't even notice the abnormality in the room. He heard Xiao Bei say, "Is it you?"

Who else could it be?

Zhang Ci'an cried.In tears, he bit the soft flesh on the back of the dreamer's neck like revenge.

After crying and making a fuss, Zhang Ci'an finally calmed down.

His head was in a daze, and there was only one thought in his mind, he wanted to sleep with Xiaobei in his arms, he would die in his dream, and Cheng Shuibei would never be allowed to leave again.

Cheng Shuibei loves him so much, so he stays obediently and doesn't go anywhere.

The sound of cicadas outside the window became quieter, the temperature of the air conditioner increased, and Zhang Ci'an finally fell asleep.

When he woke up, the pillow was empty, and Cheng Shuibei had disappeared.

Then Zhang Ci'an saw his cell phone flashing non-stop, saw his mother's text message, and saw his graduation photo.

The gods and Buddhas didn't care about his non-procedural worship, and Zhang Ci'an's wish came true.

He brought Cheng Shuibei back to his own.