Where is the dignity of the Lord?

He and he secretly went upstairs from the back kitchen stairs without telling the busy parents, passed through the oily wall, and came to the clean room that belonged to a boy.

Borrowed a towel pajamas, asked for an autograph, and took a group photo. While my parents were resting, I secretly took him downstairs to make fried rice for him, and then shared the same bed by the way.

The 17-year-old Pasha felt like he was dreaming, and said to the 15-year-old Resid: "I feel that I will never be happier in my life than I am today."

While watching him skillfully flipping the spoon and making fried rice for himself, Reyde propped his head up and said "hmm" without saying a word.

The pure blue eyes seem to be connected to the stars and the sea.

He said in his heart: me too, did you hear that?

What about later?

The two teenagers got to know each other, they exchanged contact information, sent short messages when they were busy, and made video calls overnight when they were not busy.

He watched him fall asleep, drooling.

He wove him scarves and sent him greeting cards.

One said over and over again: "Put on more clothes, don't freeze your knees, don't buy pants with holes, and I'll make soup for you when you come back."

One responded over and over again: "Pasha, Pasha, Pasha, I miss you so much, I want to see you..."

Even if they wake up from that oolong love later, they are still like this.

He has long been unable to let go of his care.

He will not let go of his hand.

The ocean has found its shore.

The meteor that bloomed light from the sky finally met the direction where it can fall.

He confessed to him, from the first time to one hundred and seven times.

That day in the alley of the back kitchen, Reyde, who wanted to take a look even if he didn't make the way, said to Pasha, "If I win, you promise me."

and then?

Then...

The baby blue-eyed lover slid from the ice to the amazing world show, and smiled at the camera the moment he stood on the podium. He knew that person might be watching him live on TV.

He wanted to say to him: Look, Pasha, this 1 times is the last time!

When returning home after the game, Reyde didn't wait for his mother and the team. He didn't even change his uniform for the game. He took his backpack, clutched the ring box tightly, and walked towards the door step by step.

As he walked, he started to run, his face was no longer expressionless.

The blue eyes were curved, and the smile on the corner of the mouth was wide. In the eyes of the surprised passers-by, Reyed's heart was burning with unparalleled excitement and joy, which made him want to shout loudly and do crazy things.

The sound of the wind blowing through his hair, everything is the color of happiness.

Take a taxi, go to the airport, and fly back to country M.

Along the way, he was contacting the staff of a certain ice rink and asking them to prepare balloons and speakers.

He wants to slide that song for him: YoungAndBeautiful.

He wants to ask him: Would you like to marry me.

He wants to tell Pasha: Even if you retire, even if you leave the ice, I will break your worries and tell you that when you stay by your side, Reyed is Reyd.

Come with me, Pasha!

However, the beautiful plan was disrupted on the mobile phone that no one answered.

Reyde, who ran to that street, gasped for breath, looked at the page on the phone that no one answered, his smile gradually disappeared, and his brows frowned.

For some reason, there are so many people in Chinatown today, some vaguely say:

【...Because of the gas leak, Chinatown is full of restaurants after all...】

【It's very pitiful, he went to deliver food...and then...】

[The accident... suddenly...]

[Yeah, who would have thought of that. 】

There must have been an accident.

Concentrated on seeing Pasha quickly, Reyde did not continue to pay attention to the onlookers, and pushed away the crowd to go to the restaurant.

He wants to see him, now!immediately!immediately!

But no one answered the phone, and the restaurant was closed.

He walked around to the back kitchen and went up the stairs, only to find that the door was locked.

The heart of joy fell back to the ground.

Something bad was pressed on it, and it was heavy.

Reyde, who did not give up, even called Pasha's parents, but no one answered. He sat on the oily stairs and waited for a long time.

The staff who had been to the ice rink for a long time asked him if he wanted to continue, because the ice rink was about to close.

Reyde lowered his hand, and the phone in his hand stayed on the hangup page.

He took out the velvet box in his pocket, opened it, and the ring inside was shining under the flickering street lamps. After watching in silence for a long time, Reyde got up and left the restaurant.

His mother contacted him to ask where he had been.

The coach congratulated him on getting his first gold medal after being promoted to the group.

The team members also sent their congratulations.

But Resid was flustered, the pasha had disappeared, and he couldn't be found.

He didn't sleep at night, staring at the phone for fear that he might not hear Pasha's call. No matter how busy he was, the young man would call him to bless him, but there was nothing...

"Ding--"

The moment the phone rang, Reyde grabbed the phone and looked at the screen.

——A news feed.

It goes out and becomes pitch black.

The phone screen reflected his gradually fading smile.

People who hadn't slept or rested suddenly went crazy, jumped out of bed and ran downstairs, stepped on their shoes and ran outside without even changing their pajamas.

The streets the two walked together, the small shops they visited, the bookstores, movie theaters, and grocery stores they visited... He searched and asked from house to house, and I don’t know how many people regarded him as a lunatic, and I don’t know how many people took pictures of him. The crazy appearance was posted on the Internet.

Family and friends saw the news and called him to ask him what happened. He blocked them all, fearing that Pasha would not be able to get in if he wanted to contact him.

The anxious mother flew back overnight.

But Resid would listen to no one.

Finally, his mother yelled at his clothes, "Maybe they moved away. They moved back to the flower-growing country and didn't tell you!"

How did you feel at that moment?

It hurts.

My heart is empty and I walk through the cold wind.

The man with drooping head and eyes covered by messy black hair was leaning against the glass of the restaurant, his dry lips were tight, and he looked at his own reflection dumbly. Apart from being exhausted, his unrested body also had pain in his joints after being overdrawn.

His mother tried to comfort him, holding out a newspaper with a photo of his victory in front of his eyes.

It's like a deliberate black humor arranged by God.

The wind turned a corner, and Reyde, who was not paying attention at first, glanced at the end of his eyes, and his whole body froze, his pupils tremblingly looking at the photo on the back.

He took the newspaper with trembling hands, and when his mother breathed a sigh of relief and thought he was thinking about it, he turned around and ran away, and his mother's screams sounded behind him.

Same as the day the game was won.

He was running, with the sound of the wind ringing in his ears, brushing up his sweaty black hair.

A vague conversation from that day came to mind.

The accident he passed by, the crowd watching.

Who would have thought that in sports competitions, behind the section where a certain Russian athlete won the championship in figure skating, there would be an accident that even the newspapers were too lazy to publish?

Who knew that the page of Reyde's victory was behind the black and white photo of the death of his beloved young man?

Ha, it's black humor.

a joke.

Arriving at a nearby hospital, Reyde covered his eyes and laughed softly when he received the news at the front desk that "rescue failed, so he must have been sent to the crematorium".

and after?

Later...

Resid finally saw the Pasha.

It's just that they didn't go to the wedding hall.

He attended his cremation, attended his funeral.

Among a group of people hugging and crying, watching shovel after shovel of soil fall on the coffin.

Looking at the pit, fog builds up in Baby Blue's eyes.

The person he wants to love... the person he wants to spend his whole life with...he finished his life alone ahead of schedule...

Pasha was gone.

Can't find it anymore.

The person who would worry about his hot summer and cold winter, cook for him, knit a scarf, secretly video call every night and listen to each other's breathing to fall asleep, refused his confession with sad eyes time and time again, and blushed and said that he didn't love him. The person left ...

Reyed raised his head, covered his eyes with his hands, but the tears wet his black hair from the corners of his eyes.

The fiery red rose stands out alone among the group of white roses in front of the tombstone, and the black marble is also cold.

But someone has ever kissed the name on it.

他 说:

"Good night, dear Pasha."

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【Third Update】

[Ham, I didn’t write it too cruel, I just mentioned it in one stroke, the focus is on the previous encounter, hehe]