worn after Zha Shouzuo's death

The first ray of light in the morning penetrated the window curtain, fell into the room, and projected on the person lying on the bed, adding a layer of warmth to his handsome facial features.

Song Ci slowly opened his eyes, the corners of which were still wet.

This is a bachelor apartment that he is all too familiar with. The room is very tidy, the wallpaper is light gray, the floor is clean and shiny, and the sunlight crawls in through the panes, casting faint shadows on the ground.

He was wearing pajamas, and there were some high-calorie junk food and an unfinished half cup of milk tea on the bedside table.

There is his cell phone next to the pillow.

Song Ci sat up with his forehead propped up, half of his cheek was still burning with pain, as if cut by a knife.

He sat on the bed for a while, adapting to his own original world in a trance, and then as if he remembered something, he reached out and picked up the mobile phone next to the pillow, quickly opened the Lujiang app, and then went to the bridge your novel.

But when he searched in the search box, the result displayed was that the book did not exist.

Song Ci's breath stagnates, and he looks through his read list in disbelief.

When he reads the text, he is used to downloading it after buying v.

Song Ci's finger quickly slid across the screen, and immediately he found your book on the bridge, and the strange thing was that the status of this book changed from online to local import mode.

Song Ci stared at the screen for a while, took a breath patiently, and then turned it on.

But the content displayed after clicking on it is a mess of characters.

Can't see anything.

Song Ci closed his eyes dejectedly, and kept thinking about the last scene before the separation in his mind. Tears slid down the corners of his eyes, and slid across the wound on his face.

At this time, someone knocked eagerly outside his room door, shouting Xiao Ci loudly.

Song Ci got up from the bed, touched the door in a daze, and opened it.

Standing outside the door was a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a suit, his eyebrows were somewhat similar to Song Ci's.

The person who came was Song Ci's elder brother, Song Chen.

As soon as Song Chen saw Song Ci's face, he couldn't control his voice in an instant: "Xiao Ci, what's the matter with your face?"

Song Ci shook his head and turned back, not wanting to speak at all.

Song Chen walked in, closed the door, and asked in a sharp voice, "Is someone in the company bullying you?"

Song Ci was only 23 years old. Because he was interested in the entertainment industry, he joined his own company as an entertainer as soon as he graduated. Song's father and Song mother looked extremely strict in front of Song Ci and warned him that if he didn't make a name for himself, he would Go home and go to work, but as soon as you turn your head, in front of Song Chen, you have to tell him to escort Song Ci, and if something goes wrong with him, he is the only one to ask.

And now Song Ci's appearance is simply too scary, his face looks like someone has scratched him, half of his face is swollen, and the corners of Song Ci's eyes are also wet, he must have cried.

Song Chen was so frightened that he almost believed that Song Ci was being bullied.

Choking with sobs, Song Ci stretched out his hand to wipe his eyes, but inadvertently revealed his scarred and mottled wrist, the bloodstains were shocking, Song Ci lowered his eyes: "No..."

Song Chen grabbed his hand and couldn't believe it: "There is no king's law? Song Ci, tell me clearly! Who is that person!"

Song Ci looked at him, tears couldn't stop falling down: "I made this myself..."

Song Chen's expression was blank for a moment: "...?"

Song Ci didn't have the heart to find more excuses to perfuse him, and said softly: "I fell in love with a person, but that person can't be with me, I can't take it anymore, so..."

Song Chen's expression froze, as he struggled to digest the amount of information, the first thought that came to his mind was—is that person crazy?Xiaoci is so good that he still has the heart to refuse him?

The second thought is, come on, this person is probably transformed by a vixen. Xiaoci is young, and it is possible to be fooled for a while, and he can even make Xiaoci self-mutilate. This kind of person cannot enter their Song family no matter what. Door.

Song Chen let go of Song Ci's hand, turned to look for the medicine box, restrained himself so as not to let his expression turn ferocious, and tried to make his voice gentle and considerate: "Then what, whose girl is that?"

Song Ci sat by the bed, lowered his head: "That's a man."

Song Chen: "...!"

Song Chen's expression twisted in an instant, and he played out hundreds of ways to sink the sack into the river in his mind. He walked up to Song Ci with the medicine box in his hand, grabbed his hand, and began to apply medicine to him, asking in a deep voice. Said: "What is it called? Have I seen it?"

Song Ci unconsciously let him take the medicine. A person who is usually so afraid of pain didn't even cry out for pain today, as if he was pierced by a soul. After a while, he blinked extremely slowly: " ...you haven't met, but he's a nice guy."

Song Chen began to reflect on why he cared so little about Song Ci at ordinary times, why he didn't take good care of him by his side, and never thought that his cabbage would be gouged by pigs so easily. He felt quite complicated for a while, and couldn't help but clicked his tongue : "You can't just look at appearances when looking at people. You know the face but don't know the heart. How far have you and him developed?"

Song Ci glanced at him: "...to the point where we sleep together every day."

In fact, he wanted to say that he and Ji Huai were married, but he was afraid of scaring him.

With a click, the cotton swab in Song Chen's hand was directly cut off.

Song Chen looked at him expressionlessly: "Song Xiaoci."

Song Ci pondered for a while, forcing himself to think over and over again the last look Ji Huai gave him, tears welled up, his face was full of water, his eyelashes and pupils were all moist, he looked at Song Chen, wailing Cried loudly: "Brother, I can't live without him, I can't live without him."

Song Ci has the kind of very cute and delicate appearance, he looked like a doll since he was a child, and he was afraid of breaking if he poked it casually. There is no place to favor Song Ci. Song Ci has always been protected by Song Chen since he was a child, and he loves this younger brother like a younger sister.

So no matter what happens, Song Ci just needs to howl a few times, and Song Chen immediately rolls up his sleeves. No matter how ridiculous Song Ci did, as soon as he squeezes a tear, Song Chen instantly forgets his position , surrendered.

But now this kind of wailing level...is usually a trick that Song Ci would use when the sky is falling.

Song Chen habitually pulled the paper to wipe his tears, his heart softened, and he coaxed, "Don't cry, don't cry, this...it's not a big deal."

Song Ci looked at him with tears in his eyes: "I'm an adult, I have my own judgment, I love him, he treats me very, very well."

Seeing Song Ci crying so hard, looking so hopeless in his life, Song Chen could only suppress his anger, and said in a soft voice: "If you really like him, bring him back and let me meet him. After passing my level, I will tell you to go back to your parents."

"He's far, far away." Song Ci's eyes were in a trance for a moment, "I can't bring him here to meet you."

Song Chen was surprised: "You mean, if we can't see him, we have to hand you over to him?"

Song Ci looked at him for a while, then suddenly reached out and hugged him.

Song Chen was taken aback.

Song Ci: "I'm sorry."

Song Chen frowned: "What are you apologizing for?"

"... You will know later." Song Ci's voice was very soft, "Brother, I really love you both, and I am very happy to be your family."

Song Chen subconsciously felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it.

Song Ci seemed to be a different person. Because of the injuries on his face and hands, he stopped all work and went home to heal his injuries and spend time with his family wholeheartedly.

He didn't tell Father Song and Mother Song the reason for his injury, nor did he ask Song Chen to mention it. Song Chen has been investigating who Song Ci likes for the past two days, but to no avail.

Song's father and Song's mother were also at a loss, and they made insinuations several times without asking why.

On the last night, Song Ci cooked a large table of meals with his own hands, and then wrote a letter to everyone. The letter was not sent to them directly, but he put it in the mailbox.

At the dinner table, he said a long word to everyone earnestly, similar to the last farewell before separation.

After returning to the room, Song Ci took out his mobile phone to check your update on the bridge.

Yes, although this book no longer exists and has become garbled, it is still being updated every day, and the latest updates are available for viewing, all of which are Ji Huai's personal daily life.

After Ji Huai left Song Ci, he forgot about him, but every day when he returned home, he still kept the original habit of leaving half of the wardrobe and only sleeping on the other half.

When passing by the gymnasium and seeing a concert in it, he would stand there alone for a long time, staring at the stage in a daze.

When dealing with work in the study, I always unconsciously look towards the carpet.

Often when I was cooking alone, I suddenly stopped.

Ji Huai also found a note at the bottom of the bookcase, on which was written a paragraph: I went out to film a movie, the return date is not yet fixed, so don't read it.

I don't know why, after seeing this passage, Ji Huai's first reaction was to pick up a pen and add a sentence below: I miss you all the time.

After writing this passage, Ji Huai stared at the note for a while, although he didn't understand why he wrote this sentence, he still gently put it away.

Then he inadvertently turned to something else.

It was a notebook, and a large section of lyrics was written in it. Looking at the lyrics, the corners of Ji Huai's mouth rose slightly.

Scrolling down, it's... Ji Huai's portrait.

The brushwork is delicate and the emotion is sincere.

Ji Huai was taken aback, and after thinking quietly for a while, he turned his attention to another stack of notebooks.

He opened it casually, and all the love poems were written inside, passionate and unrestrained, reserved and restrained, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, all included.

There are wood in the mountains and branches in the wood, and the heart is happy and the king does not know.

Ji Huai didn't fall asleep that whole night. He felt like he had lost a very important treasure, but... he couldn't remember it, and he couldn't find it.

……

After reading today's update, Song Ci closed his eyes and clenched the Concentric Stone in his hand.

It was full of distress for Ji Huai.

In the two days since he came back, he finally remembered what Rao Chuan said about "emotional interaction".

The book You on the Bridge is unfinished, but the author updated Ji Huai’s personal episode on Weibo. In that episode, Ji Huai spent his entire life alone and no longer trusted anyone. He felt close to him. All of them are malicious people.

He was originally a taciturn character. As he got older, his family members and friends passed away slowly one by one, and in the end he was the only one left.

There is not even a confidant around him who can talk to him.

In the end, Ji Huai died, and a sentence was engraved on his tombstone - there is no love in this world.

At that time, Song Ci drank some wine at night, and after watching the update, he suddenly felt sad, touched the screen and muttered: "Yes."

His voice was still drunk, but he was extremely determined: "There must be."

That night, he wore a book.

He wore the book for Ji Huai, from the beginning to the end, he came for him.

It's just that he's drunk and doesn't remember how they started.

But now, he will never miss the ending with Ji Huai.

The stone in Song Ci's hand suddenly burst into a warm and soft light.

Song Ci fell into a deep sleep, as if being gently kissed by a gust of wind on the cheek.

A voice rang out: "You can only choose one part of your life. If you choose that side, people on this side will forget you. Are you sure?"

He is not a good brother, nor is he a good son.

He couldn't fulfill his filial piety in front of his family, but he was sure that even if he left, Song Chen would take good care of Song's father and Song's mother, and the three of them would live happily ever after. It would be good to forget him of.

But Ji Huai is the only one left.

A person's life is so short, he doesn't want to do things that he regrets, he just wants to seize every minute and every second, do what he wants to do, hug the person who is waiting for him, love him well, use the rest of my life.

Song Ci made a decision: "OK."

There was darkness in front of him, and Song Ci seemed to be passing through a twisted and deformed space. Song Ci closed his eyes, as if he was experiencing a long dream.

Soft and lingering.

When I opened my eyes again, a large swath of dazzling sunlight poured down, but it was not hot. The sky was filled with clouds and clouds, and the long wind slid across the sky, light and agile.

Song Ci stood in front of a lawn.

Not far away is a long red carpet with garlands around it, guests.

A newlyweds are having a wedding.

This is...the place where Song Ci first wore a book.

Song Ci blinked his eyes slowly, adjusted for a while, and took a deep breath of fresh air. Immediately, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number he knew by heart.

The phone was picked up after a while, and the voice over there was very flat: "Hello, who is it?"

A gust of wind blew past, blowing the green grass and flowers on the lawn to lean forward and backward, the green waves rolled, the air was filled with fresh and fragrant breath, and the golden light shone down, laying out a soft light all over the ground.

Song Ci stood facing the wind, with a smile slowly rising on his face: "You once told me that every time before going home, I should call you in advance to report, but I don't seem to have done it once."

The sound of breathing on the other side of the phone stagnated, and then the sound of something being knocked over came.

The memory awakened from the moment Song Ci came back.

Song Ci continued with a smile: "This time, I have to abide by the agreement no matter what, Mr. Ji... I'm back."

Sorry to keep you waiting, I'm a little late.

But I will spend the rest of my life to make it up to you.