Can't tell the truth from the fake

Qingshi was walking in the empty corridor, the slender heels of her high heels brushed across the spotless beige floor tiles, making a rhythmic and crisp sound.

She pushed open the open glass door at the end of the corridor, and a tall and straight man in a black slim suit stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

She walked up to that person gently, and together with him looked at the tall buildings and the endless traffic.

"I'm back." Qing Shi said softly.

Gu Wen nodded, still staring at the bustling city in front of him secretly lost in thought.

Qing Shi looked at his sharp-edged side face, his thin cheeks were slightly sunken, his pursed lips seemed sharper, and his jaw line was even colder.

"During this time, you have lost a lot of weight." She looked away and sighed softly.

"It's almost over." Gu Wen said calmly, as if he didn't care about his changes.

"Gu Wen, tomorrow..."

"I know." Gu Wen interrupted Qing Shi, as if he didn't want to hear what she was going to say later.

Qingshi opened his mouth, and after a while he said hesitantly, "I'll call the flower shop and ask them to bring a bouquet of daisies."

"No need." Gu Wen lowered his eyes, he spread his palms, and looked at the photo wrapped in plastic film that he shook hands with.

He looked deeply at the person in the photo, and gently brushed the smiling face of that person with his fingertips, which seemed to be full of endless nostalgia and nostalgia.

"I've got his favorite flowers ready."

***

September [-], [-].

The black car stopped on the side of the road, and a clear and soft female voice came from the car radio: "City G is cloudy to light rain today, 24-30°C..."

Gu Wen looked out the window, and the weather in City G was as unpredictable as in previous years. From the moment this day became that special day, in his memory the sky was always endlessly gloomy, and everywhere he looked was Faded gray and white.

When that person withdraws from his life, he also takes all the colors of this world with him.

He pulled out the car keys, opened the trunk, and carefully took out the bouquet of white lilies.

Qingshi got up from the back seat, she gathered the raised collar of the black dress, took off her sunglasses, and silently looked at the white petals stained with transparent water droplets.

"Let's go."

Gu Wen walked forward, the white steps were like a ladder leading straight to the clouds without reaching the end.He walked slowly and on top, very lightly, without making a sound, as if he was afraid of disturbing the soul sleeping here.

He walked step by step, passed through the rows of cold tombstones, and passed the corner in front of him, his feet suddenly stopped.

Looking at the Han Yubai tombstone not far away, a few short steps seem to be separated by thousands of miles, which is the distance between life and death that can never be bridged.

——This was the scene he least wanted to face in his life, and it was a fact he couldn't accept.

Dark clouds hung low in the dark sky, and in the distance came the hoarse cry of the wind.A drop of rain fell on the bouquet of lilies that he was holding tightly in his hand, and his hand became a little trembling.

His eyes seemed to penetrate the temperatureless tombstone, and he saw the man lying powerlessly in a pool of blood, his cheeks were stained with spots of blood, he looked at him with dull eyes, and coughed out a deep breath from the corner of his mouth. Red bloodshot.

In the blink of an eye, blood flowers bloomed one after another on the light-colored skirt, like bright red roses, silently withering in the night.

Heartbroken, he walked forward quickly, anxiously wanting to raise his hand to cover the man's blood gushing body, but he was awakened by the sudden coldness touched by his fingertips.

At that moment, his heart contracted violently, and suddenly a sharp pain spread along the nerves to all parts of his body. He stared at the black and white posthumous photo in the middle of the tombstone, and his vision gradually blurred.

"……do you hate me?"

"It must be hate." Gu Wen gently wiped the man's raindropped cheeks with his fingertips, his eyes were slightly red, and his voice was hoarse and choked.

"You've been gone for so long... You haven't left me anything, not even in my dreams."

"In the first year, when I stood here, I thought you were cruel at the bottom of my heart, and I never considered my feelings. The last call to me left me powerless listening to your weaker and weaker breathing, and finally listening The news I got about you is to ask me to go to the United States to collect your ashes. Even - I can only see your last face on the news."

"...So for a while, I also resented you. I hate that you left my world forever in this way, hate that you lied to me, hide all the facts from me, and hate why you are always so decisive. "

"But I always knew in my heart that I was wrong. If I chose to believe in you and accompany you through the most difficult days by your side, our ending would not have turned out like this."

"This is probably God's punishment for me."

"I know all the things you have done for me, the protection you have secretly protected me for so long, and the unconditional...love for me."

"It's the second year, Lu Xi, I really can't hold on any longer, come to my dream and see if I'm alright."

Gu Wen stared at the face of the former lover in front of him as before, tears from the corners of his eyes fell on the white tombstone with the drizzle falling from the sky.

In the hazy drizzle, he saw Lu Xi's black and white eyes staring at him in the photo. The tips of his slightly long hair hung between his brows. The eyes were big and vivid against his delicate melon-seeded face. The ends of his eyes were slightly Drooping, a familiar casual smile on thin lips.

In a trance, he seemed to be able to hear the person whispering in his ear: "Gu Wen, Gu Wen..."

Time flies, and what is gone is always so ruthless, taking away the tenderness that was once within reach around him, but not taking away the unforgettable memory that remains in the long life of the living.

After hundreds of days and nights, his face, the corners of his eyes, and every inch of his body have left traces of time, but that person is forever frozen in the year when he was 24 years old.

--forever.

Gu Wen wiped away the tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes, gently stroked Lu Xi's cheek in the small photo, and said in a low voice, "I will never let those who hurt you go."

"As for myself, after everything is over, I will go to accompany you."

"From the day you left... the walking dead, that's all.

"Gu Wen." Qing Shi's voice came from behind him, but it was not very clear in the rain.

Gu Wen looked sideways at her, she walked to him holding a black umbrella.

"You...pay attention to your body. He...Lu Xi wouldn't want to see you like this."

Gu Wen shook his head, with a hint of mockery on his handsome face: "It doesn't matter, I can't see it."

He looked at the man's quiet face silently like a statue, gently placed the lily in his hand in front of the tombstone, and closed his eyes.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and stepped forward to embrace the tombstone with both arms. The white marble stained with rainwater soon soaked his clothes, but he didn't realize it, and his slightly pale lips touched the tombstone. Burned a deep kiss.

"Happy second birthday, Xiao Xi, I wish you peace and happiness in this life."

Qingshi stood in front of the tombstone, looking worriedly at Gu Wen's back in the misty rain with endless sentimentality and hesitation.

"He is very tired. He has changed a lot in the past two years." She lowered her head and whispered to the man who would never change in the posthumous photo.

"He never smiled from the heart again."

"Lu Xi, if you are looking at him in the sky now, can you persuade..." She paused, smiled wryly for a while and shook her head, "That's all."

She bent down to put down a bunch of daisies, and the crystal clear raindrops on the white petals slid gently in the wind.

"……See you next year."

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