lose color

When spring and summer come together, the southern wind always knows better than ever how to find a little coolness in the scorching heat. It wanders all over the mountains, through the Bavarian Forest, and through Lacher Lake.

It carries the breath of the mountains and the peace of the lake and settles in the pasture of the nursing home.This sanatorium was built at the foot of the mountain. It was built in twos and threes at the foot of the mountain like many vacation guest houses. The only difference is that there is a white building behind these guest houses, which seems to be a hospital building.

The cool wind lost its way, got into this white building, wandered in the whole building, hovered in front of the window lattice at the end of the corridor, and lingered in the ears of the people in front of the window.

The people in front of the window stared at the short mountains in the distance, gradually disappearing.In his hand, he held a cigarette that was about to burn out. The cigarette had been burnt a long time ago, and the ash still remained on the cigarette, crumbling.

"Cobra!"

A call called back to the man in ecstasy at the window, he turned around and made an inadvertent movement of his hand, the cigarette ash fell down one after another, he turned his head, and extinguished the cigarette when the man said "Cobra" to exit.

"Huh?" Wang Zhe, who had put out the cigarette, stayed where he was and didn't think about going forward. He glanced hurriedly at the door of the corridor room, and asked impatiently, "Can we go?"

"No," Chen Liu pointed to the door and said, "HerrZheng also wants to meet you."

Wang Zhe looked away from the door and skipped the corridor as he could, even ignoring Chen Liu who was standing in the corridor.It took him a long time to take a deep breath, suppressed the trace of fear in his heart, and walked towards Chen Liu: "Let's go."

Chen Liu could see the unease in Wang Zhe's eyes, the unease started when he stepped on this building.

"You..." Chen Liu pulled Wang Zhe who came over with lowered eyebrows, and asked, "What's wrong?"

When Wang Zhe heard Chen Liu's question, he paused, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised. It was his usual gentle smile, which was reassuring.

"fine."

"From the moment you walk here, you..." Chen Liu was still worried about Wang Zhe.

But Wang Zhe turned around, put his hand on the doorknob, and blushed on purpose to explain: "I probably haven't gotten used to it... that... it hurts."

Chen Liu immediately approached half a step without doubting him, put his hand on Wang Zhe's back, slowly moved down to cover his buttocks, and asked, "It still hurts?"

"It doesn't hurt so much anymore." Wang Zhe replied genuinely and falsely, but he didn't turn the lock on the door for a long time. "What does Mr. Zheng want me for?"

"He heard that you were here, so he said he wanted to meet you." Chen Liu urged again, "He is in good spirits, you can chat with him."

"how about you?"

"Do you still remember the Chinese who came to pick us up today?" Wang Zhe nodded, and Chen Liu continued, "It's HerrZheng's son. He used to work in Munich, because HerrZheng is getting old recently, and he has that kind of heart." The illness was easy to recur, so the son asked for leave to accompany him, and Herr Zheng said that he didn't need anyone to accompany him, so the two disagreed, and they might be in a cold war these days. So..."

Listening to Chen Liu's few sentences and the story he told, Wang Zhe couldn't help but tense up, and his smile became a bit bitter.

"Understood." Wang Zhe's smile still remained on his face, he raised his hand and politely knocked on the door twice, followed by lightly twisting the door lock, and walked in.

Chen Liu watched Wang Zhe go in, and then walked down the white building.

Chen Liu searched the small lawn in front of the white building several times before he found the Chinese man who was basking in the sun alone among a group of old people.

He also walked to the middle of the lawn, followed him and sat down on the floor.

"Why are you sitting here?"

"Every time I walk into that building, it's because the nurse here told me that something happened to my dad. It's okay once, and it's okay twice. If there are too many, I'm afraid." Glancing at Chen Liu beside him, he asked bluntly, "By the way, are you here to be his lobbyist?"

Chen Liu was still pondering whether his "fear" meant he was afraid of the nurse's notice, or the building.

The Chinese continued on his own: "Then let me guess what he told you? He said that he has been here for a few years and it's fine. Will he die one day? He knows better than me. So there is no need for me to waste time in Rodin?"

"What he said is indeed true," Chen Liu simply said bluntly, "He is understanding you..."

"This is your opinion?" The Chinese raised his hands back on the lawn, and frowned as he looked at the clouds in the sky.

It is obvious that the cloud is not moving with the naked eye, but people always know that it is moving. It is obvious that sometimes it is the same as usual, but a certain person feels that this time is different.

Chen Liu followed the Chinese and looked up at the idle clouds in the sky, and said leisurely: "I have no opinion, I only have suggestions. I suggest that you can find more vacations to come over in the future."

"Where's your boyfriend?"

"What?" Chen Liu looked sideways at him.

"Don't be nervous, I just want to know his suggestion, I think..." The Chinese looked at Chen Liu with some certainty, "He is more like me."

"One kind of person?" Chen Liu turned to the Chinese, looked at the Chinese seriously, and reasoned unconvinced, "What kind of person? He and you, it's heaven and earth."

"You don't believe it? The arrogance in his eyes is too smooth, as if it has been polished by something, no, it's not the same. What do you say, it's called..." The Chinese looked for it in their poor adjectives , "Ah, precipitation. But most people in their 20s can't use this word." The Chinese cast a glance at Chen Liu, and deliberately added, "You can't either."

Hearing this, Chen Liu was about to swing his fist, but as soon as he raised his hand, he was persuaded to retreat by the next question from the Chinese.

"And he still has arrogance in his eyes. I think he should have experienced this kind of thing, just like the situation I am in now. Maybe he has a better way?"

Chen Liu accepted it. He also wanted to find out what happened to Wang Zhe when he hadn't heard from him in the past few years. He also wanted to know what happened to Wang Zhejing. I don't know anymore.

Wait, no parents.

——"I only have you now, and nothing else."

——"So I won't leave unless you say you don't want it anymore. Do you understand?"

When he was on the phone with Wang Zhe on the balcony that day, he thought it was a sentence of love, but now it hits his heart once, twice...

It turned out that Wang Zhe was really the only one left.

"So it's not just a love story." Chen Liu muttered.

"what?"

"It's okay, thank you."

Chen Liu followed and looked up at the cloud. For some reason, he suddenly felt as if he was lying on the cloud above his head, feeling a little lightly satisfied.

"Old Zheng, are you going to rest?"

Wang Zhe sat in front of Herrzheng's bed, peeling fruit for him, watching the eyelids of the person leaning on the bedside seem to become increasingly drowsy, and when they were about to close, they stubbornly opened again.

HerrZheng waved his hands again and again and said, "No, I can't rest."

"Huh?" Wang Zhe approached him, listening to his vague words.

He raised his head and looked at a long version of the calendar hanging in front of him. His voice became smaller and smaller, as if the spirit of this day was about to start to fade away.

"It's coming, can I go a step earlier?"

Speaking of which, Herr was showing a knowing smile on his wrinkled face, like a person who has been looking forward to the sunshine in the darkness for many years.

Wang Zhe, who had put the fruit, took two steps closer, looked at the old man in front of him, covered the back of the old man's hand with his hands familiarly, held the old man's hand in his palm with both hands, and said piously with his head: "You, you can also do it for the little one." Mr. Zheng, if you go one step later, you will still wait for her."

HerrZheng heard Wang Zhe's words, his eyes lit up suddenly, his lips trembled, and he asked.

"You understand...the story?"

Wang Zhe looked at him, pursed his lips and smiled.

It was agreed for a hundred years, if someone dies at the age of 97, Naihe will wait for three years on the bridge.This is a legend of that place when he and Chen Liu traveled together.At that time, he heard the story from the tour guide of the passing tour group, and he couldn't help but sigh for a long time.

But the more time passes, the more I realize that what moves people in this sentence is always the infatuated person in the last two sentences, but they have forgotten the hundred years of the premise.

If we join hands for a hundred years after death, there will be a time when the relationship will continue.

And Herrzheng is rare to survive a hundred years on his own no matter what. This kind of love is so deep, how can it last a hundred years?

So he is not waiting for a hundred years, but waiting for the time when he can let go of their son.

Wang Zhe's eyes were slightly red, and he nodded: "I can understand."

Because my father, too.

Of course, Wang Zhe didn't say this to the person in front of him.

He didn't even tell anyone.

"However..." HerrZheng's hand also struggled to cover Wang Zhe's. He coughed, cleared his throat, and then said earnestly, "Maybe, she knows I'm waiting, so she, too. " He paused again, saw the direction of the door, opened his mouth, hooked it up, and smiled deliberately: "Xiao Chen... waited for you."

"It's not that I was waiting for him." Chen Liu quibbled, pushed the door open and walked in, walked to HerrZheng's bed, stood next to Wang Zhe, smiling slightly, but his eyes were full of joy.

"I'm the one waiting for him."

Probably had to be a widower for several lifetimes before they came.Wang Zhe thought so.

Listening to Wang Zhe's words, Chen Liu raised his head with more satisfaction, and said, "Look, I said it earlier."

HerrZheng made eye contact with him for a while as if playing charades, then patted the back of Wang Zhe's hand, and joked seriously: "He should wait a few more years."

After Wang Zhe heard it, he couldn't help laughing. After laughing, he nodded and said, "Let him wait a few more years in the next life."

The words were in Wang Zhe's mouth, but they went straight to their hearts. Wang Zhe's gaze collided with Chen Liu unexpectedly, and he quickly looked away, biting his lip.

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If someone dies at the age of 97, Naihe waited on the bridge for three years (vines wrapped around trees)

Don't ask me what song this is o(╥﹏╥)o I, I, I don't know, but this sentence is from the QWQ there.