Chapter 254: Mirror Hopper (Grand Finale - Next)

"Click." Everything goes from light to dark, the screen goes out, the picture goes dark.

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At the writing desk, He Yu types "The End" at the computer, then stands up--

He walks out onto the patio, knocks back a Marlboro, lights it, inhales, and slowly exhales the green smoke of those memories.

It's been two years.

Xie Qingcheng has been gone for two whole years.

He still finds it surreal sometimes, like a nightmare he hasn't woken up from. He always hears Xie Qingcheng calling him a kid.

But he's already twenty-five.

Not really a brat anymore.

No one will ever call him a brat again.

Yesterday he met Team Zheng on the road. Old Zheng had retired, and when He Yu met him he was skateboarding in the park with his grandson. Old Zheng asked, "All good, now?"

There's nothing good about it.

Two years.

Xie Xue after grief still fight spirit out of the shadow, Auntie Lai also slowly no longer easily can see sadness.

Chen Man was injured, his spirit was not good, he was sent to Europe for convalescence, He Yu later unintentionally saw Chen Man's friend's circle from Xie Xue's cell phone, Chen Man also took a picture of himself at the beach after the sadness, he was wearing a light smile.

Everyone else can start over, but not him.

But he says it's all good. Don't worry.

What's wrong with that? The results of the trial have been implemented, and the researchers, the criminals, have been sentenced to the appropriate prison terms - just as He Yu wrote in the story.

He Yu wrote a book about everything they've been through, over a million words, and just wrapped it up.

He was able to recreate the past as realistically as possible, thanks to the efforts of the commander-in-chief, Mr. Zheng and his men.

Before Mandela Island was blown up, Wei Er and the others seized a machine which, after deciphering, stored a large number of mind files. Some of them had been collected, such as Huang Zhilong Duan Wen Chen Man Anthony, and Mandela had backed up almost their entire brain memory.

Some are scattered data, such as people like Wei Er. Mandela was supposedly interested in them and managed to scrounge up some data, but not much.

The deciphering of the machine required the help of someone who was familiar with Mandela, and the leader in charge of the whole case finally realized that it would be better to make good use of a person like He Yu, rather than locking him up. He Yu was allowed to go.

He Yu has thus seen the true heart of many people.

Mandela's organization's years of storing various human brain data had allowed him to learn the past of many of the people he'd met along the way, and to get a general idea of what those people were thinking at the time.

He then recounted everything he had experienced, known, examined and interviewed over the years inside this one million word story.

He himself is a writer and director, and with so much first-hand information, it's not difficult for him to scrutinize the psychology and restore the old stories. He Yu is very professional in this regard, and his descriptions are true to life, and he is objective and calm in describing almost everyone. The only exception is Xie Qingcheng.

When he writes about him, he can only try his best to be objective, but not calm. He always found himself in the middle of typing it and realized he was in tears or laughing out loud with tears in his eyes.

For the past two years, He Yu has been reminiscing day in and day out, thinking of Xie Qingcheng in this way, of the years when he was still around.

He's been living in the past, in the story.

Every day he walks in the normal society, treats people calmly, is indifferent to everyone, and his joy and anger are invisible on his face. Everyone was a little afraid of him, because he was so cold that no one could feel the breath of a living person in him.

But others do not know, in fact, every night he returned home, sitting in front of the computer to open the file, continue to reminisce about the past, thinking about how Xie Qingcheng at that time, write down the story of him and Xie Qingcheng, he is vivid, his face is with infinite vivid expression.

He felt that at this time, Xie Qingcheng seemed to be by his side again.

He would even see Xie Qingcheng make a cup of ginger tea and walk to his desk, resting the tea in his hand, as if to say to him, "Kid, rest your eyes, you can't be so consumed by your youth.

He took the steaming cup of ginger tea, the mugs were out-of-print Nick Fox and Judy sets he'd collected from a second-hand website, and obediently, he slowly finished the tea.

"I'm writing the last chapter today." On the eve of finishing, He Yu had said to the phantom of Xie Qingcheng sitting by his writing desk, "Do you think I should finish writing about the future? Or should I just write until I visit you at your grave? ...... Actually, I know that the future won't be like what I've written, and I won't live to see eighty or ninety."

He took another sip of hot tea and looked at Xie Qingcheng's figure.

No one can see Xie Qingcheng, only he can see.

"Because I'm coming to you after I finish this book. Don't you look at me with such reproachful eyes." He Yu smiled, "It's really too lonely to live alone."

"For the past two years, I've recalled every past event and contemplated what was going on inside your mind at the time, and I just feel like you're still alive and I can still see you. Even though there are times when I don't know what you're thinking and I'm left empty and white, as long as I'm still writing, I feel like I can still touch you."

"But after writing it, I didn't know where to look for you." He Yu looked at Xie Qingcheng who was sitting in silent silence in another armchair in the study.

He looked at the man's emaciated face.

"Brother, I'm going to finish this story tonight. Will you still come tomorrow ......?"

Without speaking, Xie Qingcheng looked at him with that look of concern and reproach.

"It's okay if you don't come over, I will soon go to seek you." He Yu said softly, "As for this book, I will keep it in the archives ...... You can rest assured that those contents ...... of the two of us will be deleted, and I won't show it to others. That is a private manuscript that only I can read."

"I just think there are a lot of things that can't be said in the moment because there are all sorts of secrets involved and a lot of people associated with it. But I believe in time. There will come a day when everything can be declassified, and you no longer have to worry that because of you, Qin Lao will be subjected to unexplainable slander ...... You don't have to 'reputation water on the book' anymore. I'm keeping it in the hope that by that time, they will be able to do right by you."

"There's no sense in giving everything you have and even your own life and not getting a good ending. There is not even a just evaluation that belongs to you." He Yu said.

But Xie Qingcheng didn't seem to care. He sat in He Yu's chair, eyes downcast, fiddling with the papers on his desk.

"Oh ......" He Yu saw his move, so he added, "Those are the subsequent business strategies for the Mayu Sick Hospital, after President Lu died last year, I'm helping his granddaughter take care of the hospital. The little girl isn't very experienced, and I'm worried about her taking a detour, and the things she'll need to do in the latter years, as well as some of the advice I've given her, are all in those materials."

"Don't worry, I know that's something you value, I've planned for it all."

But Xie Qingcheng still looks down at the files.

He Yu sat over and said to him very gently, "What I wrote is very simple, if you can't read it like this, let me explain it to you ......"

He sat next to Xie Qingcheng's phantom, nodding at the acronyms word by word, explaining their meaning.

He finished speaking.

Raise your eyes--

Xie Qingcheng has disappeared.

There was nothing around him, no second person in the study, and no steaming cup of ginger tea.

There was only the cursor leaping across the screen.

The cursor is stuck on the words "End of Show."

He Yu lowered his head, and after a while, he raised his hand and placed his palm over the chair he had reserved for Xie Qingcheng. He could see Xie Qingcheng's figure every night as he wrote about their past.

But he always felt that tomorrow night, Xie Qingcheng would not come back.

He clicked off the computer screen, walked out onto the terrace, lit a cigarette, and looked at the vast night sky - the night in Huzhou hardly saw any stars, the ground was too bright, and sometimes when technology became too advanced society forgot about nature and gradually came to see this forgetfulness as a habit.

He exhaled a puff of smoke.

At this time he actually understands Zhuo Ya, when a person loses the most important tie in the world, he will do whatever it takes to get it back.

It can be let go simply because there are other options.

He didn't.

He was even tired of the world, he knew that there were always people in the shadows watching his every move, whether he was a good person or not, ambitious or not, the existence of the blood parasites was a threat to society. After Duan Cuizhen's death, some of those agents who had been in charge of the case will be left to keep an eye on him.

But the good thing is, those days are almost over.

He Yu got up early the day after he wrote the whole story.

He went to Strange Rain Lane, and Xie Xue gave him the key, and he often came to clean the house for Xie Qingcheng in the past two years, as if the man would come back at any time.

Inside the house, he placed two small bowls of not-quite-successful chicken soup ravioli, one for himself and one to leave across the table.

After dinner, he read at Xie Qingcheng's desk for a long time, then got up to make tea and sweep the floor ......

He was at his house, alone, having a perfectly normal day.

In the evening, he watched some TV and accidentally saw He Li, his half-brother, on a program, participating in a 13th-rate TV program with no ratings, talking about his past experiences. The young man grew up as a kid, and now that he's at the end of his rope, he has to make money off of his parents' and brother's affairs. On the program, he secretly adds a lot of bad things about He Yu, and when he runs out of things to say, he makes them up, without naming anyone, in order to please some voyeuristic fans and the program's crew. In the past, He Yu's temper would have made him pay.

But now He Yu doesn't want to care anymore.

He looked at the boy whose features were very similar to Wei Rong's, and only felt that the other person was pathetic. He didn't want to waste his time on tangling with such a person.

Life is precious and every second of it should be lived for a loved one.

He Yu then turned off the TV and slept on Xie Qingcheng's bed, where the faint scent of disinfectant seemed to remain on the bedding, and he hugged Xie Qingcheng's quilt as if he had hugged that man in this bed in the past.

He buried his face between the soft covers and called out softly, "Brother ......"

Just curled up alone for the whole night.

He's satisfied.

This is his farewell to Xie Qingcheng.

There was no way he would live to be eighty, as he wrote in his own story. His heart was already dead, and his body would not last long. Waking up from Xie Qingcheng's bed the next morning, he freshened himself up carefully, changed into neat clothes, and he planned to go to the beach and put an end to everything there.

He spent half a day making other arrangements and then boarded a train in the afternoon, with no luggage, and the only thing he had with him was a paper rose, red with Xie Qingcheng's blood, with his name written on it.

He kept his red rose close to his heart and had it accompany him to the final point of it all.

He was at peace with himself as he put on his headphones and listened to an old song he had once heard in a jazz bar, songs that were even upbeat, like the brittle golden sunlight that leapt outside the train window.

"Long summer blooms on the branch ...... Rose Rose, I love you ......"

He laughed.

He remembered that Xie Qingcheng had once stepped on his foot while dancing.

The train arrived and he stepped off, it was a small fishing village by the sea, he had booked a bed and breakfast, the house was painted a high gloss light blue in the Greek style with snow white oars, life preservers and nautical logos hanging from the doorway as decoration, however what ultimately made him decide to choose it as a place to spend his last night was the large endless summer hydrangeas that the owner had planted in a small courtyard facing the sea.

Those powder blue-purple hydrangeas, more brilliant than the color of the haze, adorn a gentle blue sea in early summer.

He decided to watch one last sunset and another sunrise in this garden of endless summer blooms.

Then he would leave in the early morning for the steep sea cliffs below ......

Everything was well organized, and he opened the door with the key his master had given him and approached the courtyard.

"There you are."

He Yu balked at the fact that the booking website showed this as an independent B&B, not living with the owner. This is ......

When he looked up, the person he saw surprised He Yu even more, and his face sank.

"-how it's you."

Standing in front of him was a man wearing sunglasses, a floral shirt, and a decidedly vacation style upper body, but not forgetting a pair of field training pants and military boots on the lower half.

One of the former members of Dream Breakers, Wei Dongheng's second brother.

He Yu's every word is a thorn: "You followed me?"

"I arrived earlier than you, can't really be considered stalking." Wei Er nodded at him and pulled two chairs out at the outdoor garden table, "Drink some water after almost three hours in the car? Sit down and talk."

He Yu did not sit down, his eyes became unusually cold, and his hanging hands seemed to move stupidly.

Wei Er, an officer and very sharp, glanced with his afterimage and poured two glasses of lemonade at the light blue iron garden table covered with snow-white tablecloths while saying, "After Mandela's overthrow, we signed a pact with you and some of the sub-spiritual Ai Bola patients who were showing signs of mutation, which required you to use your special powers in all but the most extreme circumstances such as threats to your personal safety You are not allowed to use your special psychic abilities except in extreme circumstances such as a threat to your personal safety, or else you will be subject to a special secret trial."

Lemonade poured, he sat himself down in one of the garden chairs and invited He Yu once again.

"Sit."

He said as his gaze fell on He Yu's hand, "I suggest you still don't use the blood compulsion on me."

"I don't care about any trial." He Yu coldly said.

"I know." Wei Er said, "But I would still suggest that you sit down and have a cup of tea with me before you consider whether or not you want to continue to honor the secret pact. Also, I think your decision to give up your life can wait until then."

"......"

He Yu's expression became even more ugly.

He knew the Dreambreakers were still watching him day and night for unusual behavior, but he didn't think they had even spied on it.

"Are you guys bored enough to hire psychologists to analyze my behavior."

"Yes." Wei Er surprisingly admitted it with a generous face, he set up his legs, resting one hand back on the back of the chair behind him, his expression was a bit gangly, and he even smiled, "Does Mr. He want to reimburse us for our expenses?"

"Dreambreaker shouldn't be too bad."

Wei Er lit a cigarette and pushed the lighter and cigarette case across the table to He Yu: "The Dream Breakers aren't bad for money, but the suicide prevention psychologist's salary goes through our Wei family's private funds. If you want to be reimbursed, I have no problem with that at all."

He grinned again when he finished.

"......" He Yu's brow furrowed slightly at this, "Your family hired someone?"

"Kind of interested, I guess." Wei Er licks his lips, dusts off his cigarette ash, and takes two sips of water.

He Yu stared at him, eyes unblinking, "What do you mean. Why should the Wei family care about this?"

"Why don't we have a candy bar first."

Wei Er did not answer, but suddenly fished out of his pocket a small square box, which was metal airtight, and opened to contain a white pill the size of a marble.

He Yu : "...... What's this?"

"Great stuff, just developed it two days ago. It was almost too late." Wei Er said imploringly and even tsked.

His appetizing way of talking kind of totally pissed He Yu off.

He Yu stood up expressionlessly and was about to leave with a sullen face.

"Hey, you do not go ah." Wei Er this moment a little anxious, "How do you say one word also on the go it, your previous temperament can not be so bad, at least pretend to pretend a polite out ah."

"I've long since stopped wanting to pretend." He Yu morosely said, "If you want to say it, say it, if not you don't block my way to see him."

"......" Wei Er felt that He Yu could not afford to joke now. So he straightened up, "I can't really tell you first, you can take this medicine as a tranquilizer, okay? If you take it, I'll tell you. I'll tell you right away."

Meeting his cold eyes, Wei Er said, "You're not even afraid of death anymore, so you're not so afraid of eating a candy from me. Isn't it."

"......"

He Yu ended up walking up and staring at the pill for a moment.

Although I do not know what medicine Wei Er is selling in his gourd, he is right in saying that he is not even afraid of death - it is true that a person who is not even afraid of death is not afraid of anything.

He Yu tilted his head back and swallowed the medicine.

Then he looked askance at Wei Er again, "You may speak now."

He watched Wei Er's mouth move in the harsh afternoon sunlight, and then suddenly he couldn't hear anything, he felt a sharp pain, and colorful visions began to appear in front of his eyes, and Wei Er's face became more and more blurred. He tried to stand up, but his body swayed and he fell straight down.

Flutter.

He Yu's eyes went black, and the last thing he remembered was a sharp pain in his chest, and then his consciousness was interrupted.

"Hello." Wei Er went around the table and checked He Yu's condition before dialing a number, "Well, yeah, it's working. You guys come over for a blood test, if there's no problem with the blood test you can tell the truth to him, I'm going to fucking die of exhaustion, what kind of crime is this all suffering from, the old man had to fly back to work overtime for a fucking vacation in Hainan ......"

He Yu awoke to find himself still in the garden cottage, but had been moved to a second-floor bedroom, where the night was deep outside the bedroom window, and a distant lighthouse flashed its guiding light to the voyagers, brightly and dimly.

The hands on the wall had turned to just after eleven o'clock at night.

He was surrounded by a circle of white coats, and to his great discomfort, he was again bound by these with therapeutic straps.

The doctor in the lead was actually known to He Yu, a distant cousin of He Yu's. He Yu had been invited by the Dream Breakers three years ago to join the work of curing those sub-psychiatric Ai Bola patients. The cousin had been invited by the Dream Breakers three years ago to join in the work of curing those sub-psychiatric Ai Bola patients in the society because he had dealt with a lot of related cases in the Emergency Reception. It was a bit awkward for him to face He Yu in this situation, and he coughed and said to He Yu, "That, we'll loosen it up after we explain it to you."

He Yu's face had completely blackened, "What the hell do you want?!"

Several of the doctors affiliated with the Dreambreakers, including Wei Er who stood leaning to the side, looked at each other, and finally all eyes fell on the only cousin who might not be killed if he had so much as a faint blood relation to He Yu.

"......" Cousin only spoke slowly, as he was expected to do, "...... Do you remember Xie Lishen? "

"Wasn't his death sentence suspended." The look in He Yu's eyes could almost be called ghastly, "Don't you guys tell me he's been released."

"No, no, take it easy." Cousin hesitated again for a moment, and reached out his hand first, as if he wanted to use sign language to compare with He Yu, but as soon as he lifted his eyes and bumped into He Yu's eyes, he lowered his hand again, "Ahem, that, it's like this. ...... Then you remember, you fell into the sea before and were saved by Mandela, then this Xie Lishen gave you life-saving surgery, and then ......"

Cousin, as if he were going to make a big detour, told He Yu a very obscure and difficult story, which made He Yu irritable, and his eyes felt like they were on fire.

"That surgery he had wasn't really just to treat you, you know they're not that kind, it was mostly ......"

"Okay." Wei Er also couldn't take it anymore, he changed from leaning against the wall with his arms wrapped around his hands to standing up straight and walking over to He Yu's bed.

Cousin wasn't too happy, "So you tell it?"

Wei Er swept a glance at his cousin, looking to roll his eyes, and finally he did speak, with a particularly dry, "Xie Qingcheng is still alive."

"......"

"......"

Everyone didn't expect him to show his hand with such a direct stab to the heart, and the room fell silent.

He Yu eyes opened greatly, stunned to look at Wei Er, face a little blood color is gone.

Wei Er quickly started to defuse the explosion before he could lose control of his emotions, "You have to calm down, then I can talk to you about the causes and consequences of this incident, we don't mean to deceive you, there's really no other way. The quicker you cooperate, the sooner you can go see him, understand? Although it is true that there are people in the leadership in charge of the Dream Breakers who are full of caution towards you, you have to believe that whether it's Political Commissar Wang or the Chief Commander ...... or all of us, we've been protecting you and speaking on your behalf all these years."

"......"

"Restrain yourself." Wei Er appeared to be calm, but as he stared at He Yu, who might storm out at any moment, a cold sweat had actually broken out behind his back, "In order to see him earlier, listen to me well, okay?"

Seeing the scarlet in He Yu's eyes finally slowly descend, Wei Er unconsciously sighed in relief.

He took a seat next to He Yu's bed, "The thing is, it does have to start with that operation Xie Lishen performed on you three years ago ......"

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Three days later.

JFK International Airport.

With the help of the former commander of the Dream Breakers, He Yu's visa was processed as fast as possible, and as soon as he stepped off the plane, he boarded the shuttle bus sent by the hospital. Along the way, He Yu had to follow the requirements of the Dream Breaker Convention, not to use the blood compulsion on the innocent bearded man to force him to speed.

He couldn't wait, he looked out of the window at the exotic scenery that had blurred into shadows as it flickered by, his palms were sweaty inside, the heartbeat that had been racing from the moment he stepped off the plane had now given him a sense of vertigo that was causing him to suffocate.

It was then that he realized why, within the past two years, whenever he went to collect complementary perspectives and came into contact with people from the former Dream Breakers, even Xie Xue, who was a member of Wei's family, they would all, consciously or unconsciously, say to him that no matter what the days had to be lived, while trying their best to cooperate with him in telling the story in its entirety.

More times than not he became angry, he didn't know why everyone was advising him to stay alive, as if there was any hope in staying alive, especially Xie Xue, didn't she understand that losing Xie Qingcheng was the same as losing something for him?

It wasn't until Wei Er told him the whole truth that day in the beach hut that he realized he had actually misunderstood everyone's good intentions-

Three years ago, he fell overboard and was rescued by Mandela.

Anthony injected a potent targeted poison into his system when he was treating him.

After peeping into He Yu's heart through hypnosis, they thought that He Yu, even if he was willing to defect to Mandela's organization in the end, there was still a big hidden danger of double-crossing. What Duan Wen meant at that time was that if the Blood Compass had defected back to the side of the Dream Breakers without any fear, then he would rather not have this weapon, and he would have to take He Yu's life directly.

Anthony then labeled this emotional target "inner wholeness."

Mandela's people knew that the moment He Yu's heart was complete, it meant that he had gained all that he had longed for, and that he would have happiness and peace for the rest of his life.

It must have come when he betrayed Mandela, sided with the Dreambreakers, and had a heart-to-heart with Xie Qingcheng.

After Anthony was caught, I don't know whether it was because the Dream Breakers didn't leave him on the island to die, which made him want to redeem himself by turning a suspended death sentence into a life sentence; or whether it was because his brain was invaded by Vivian, which brought him some influence, in short, he chose to reveal the secret when he was interrogated after he woke up.

He tells the dream breakers that if Xie Qingcheng is saved and willing to be with He Yu, the dormant targeted poison will kick in when all of He Yu's wishes are fulfilled and his heart is filled with a great sense of fulfillment.

He Yu will die the moment happiness comes.

--That was Anthony's last bargaining chip on He Yu.

This move was too poisonous and cruel.

Xie Qingcheng's affection for He Yu is something Zheng Jingfeng and the others see in their eyes, and after learning this secret, they have to immediately make the decision to delay He Yu's poisoning.

After several rounds of discussion, they think they can't lie to He Yu and say that Xie Qingcheng doesn't like him, that would directly cut off He Yu's hope of living, and this kind of love can't be hidden. At the same time, they can not say that Xie Qingcheng amnesia, or a vegetable, these are not feasible, as long as Xie Qingcheng is still alive, He Yu will not be able to let go of him, in that case, He Yu may not only seriously interfere with the patient's treatment, things are also very easy to wear gangs, and a wear gangs will directly trigger the poison to make He Yu death, they can not afford to gamble.

So they had no choice but to choose the lesser of two evils and told He Yu that Xie Qingcheng was dead.

Xie Qingcheng was indeed dying, his life hanging by a thread, and the Great Leader had already prepared to bury him as a martyr, and the tomb was being built.

Originally, the leaders were really prepared to keep He Yu in cruel confinement until Xie Qingcheng died and was buried. However, Xie Qingcheng's illness was recurring and getting better, and finally it seemed that he could not die for a while. Under such circumstances, Wei Er thought for a while, but still had the heart to finish the construction of the tomb, to make it look like Xie Qingcheng had indeed been buried.

He Yu was held by his superiors and would not have been able to attend the "funeral", which they were able to conceal.

In this way, after dragging it out for three to five years, the Dream Breaker will have Anthony inside the prison develop the antidote to this targeted poison as quickly as possible, and when the antidote is given to He Yu, that's when they can tell the truth.

This scenario is very, very cruel, and both He Yu and Xie Qingcheng will be tortured, but for both of them, it is the least harmful way.

The only variable is that He Yu will lose control and think about it - but this doesn't usually happen when He Yu still has a thought, so Lao Zheng makes an effort to apply for a visitation and forwards Xie Qingcheng's letters, thus inspiring him to want to get out. Then Dean Lu gave him Xie Qingcheng's and Qin Ciyan's notes, giving him the task and reason why he must live. As a precautionary measure, Wei Er also keeps a psychologist on He Yu.

In the end, perhaps it was destiny that He Yu was able to develop a targeted antidote after all the mental Ai Bola patients had been cured, after he had finished writing his story, and two days before he had indeed done everything to go with Xie Qingcheng.

"He's the one who told me to make sure I watched over you. He's the one who told me to tell him about you every single day."

He Yu looked at Wei Er with red eyes. He Yu knew who "he" was without having to say his name. But he still couldn't believe it. After six hundred days and nights of pain, he was suddenly told that there was still hope for him in this world, and he was too timid to believe it.

Wei Er continued, "He is now secretly living in a hospital in the United States, receiving rehabilitation treatment. He originally refused to accept an organ donation transplant because he was failing all five organs, and saving one of his organs might save the lives of several, even dozens of other people. But we told him about you when he woke up. We told him that if you died, He Yu would certainly not survive. We said you can only last these few years, so many years for his 'last wish'."

"He loved you very much." At that time in the hut, Wei Er finally said this to He Yu who could not be calmed for a long time, "I showed him the video of you standing alone and staring at his grave, and he couldn't take it anymore. He said he chose to live. He wanted to stay with you."

"Just the only time in his life he's been selfish."

Xie Qingcheng in the country is indeed always unconscious, in addition to the seriousness of the injuries, but also the whole body of multiple organ failure, although he finally said before his adaptive ability can enable him to accept any organ transplantation, but the difficulty of this operation is very high, and it must be operated by a medical team that has sufficient experience in rn-13 research, and even Mayu can not be.

After Mandela's demise, the only hospital in the United States with this level of quality is the one where Xie Qingcheng used to live.

Xie Qingcheng's original body functions have been seriously damaged, even if he receives a transplant, at most, he can only delay for three years or two years, those organs will rapidly fail again, but He Yu's blood compulsion factor is transformed into Xie Qingcheng's body by enzymes, but it has an unexpected effect on Xie Qingcheng's functions.

The blood compulsion cells and the cells of the first emperor belong to the same kind of branch, but the blood compulsion is a kind of extremely strong and domineering existence, for the decayed blood and flesh of the first emperor, it is constantly assimilating and combining at the same time, and mutation and reorganization ...... occurs The medical thing is very complicated, but in a word, it is that the cells of He Yu have affected Xie Qingcheng s cells, as long as no longer indiscriminately use rn-13, Xie Qingcheng will slowly recover.

For the first time, He Yu is so grateful for his twenty-five years of suffering and illness, because it finally became the antidote to save his loved ones.

He's the only one in the world who can do it.

So in fact, in these two years, Xie Qingcheng is really accompanying He Yu silently every day, although he can't contact him even if it's hard for his life, he is in the hospital room, and he watches the news and videos of He Yu from China every day.

He watched He Yu's agony in solitude, he watched in torment as He Yu couldn't let go of him, in order to put an end to this cruelty as soon as possible, he cooperated with the treatment more positively than ever, the fire of life was rekindled in his heart, step by step, with unparalleled determination, he wanted to get himself out of the brink of death.

While He Yu was in China, he also relied on the thoughts left by Xie Qingcheng to hold on day after day, until two years later when he felt that everything had been accounted for, he decided to give up his life to accompany the other party.

"Although Xie Qingcheng didn't say so." Wei Er said, "But I know very well that if one day during these two years, something happened to you. I didn't manage to pass on your news to him in time, then he wouldn't be able to hold on."

"His treatment was a thousand times more painful than chemo, but as soon as he saw that you were still hanging on at home, he said he was fine, that he didn't feel any pain. He says he'll heal well and wait to meet you."

"He's been bracing himself for inhuman torture, not bowing to death or hardship, just for this day. The day he could be reunited with you."

Sitting in the car on the way to the hospital in New York, He Yu thought back to Wei Er's words at that time, and without realizing it, tears crawled on his face once again.

He clutched his cell phone, which had a record of Xie Qingcheng's calls and messages with him over the past few days-yes, he had received Xie Qingcheng's video screen in that coastal hut the night he had taken the antidote.

When he saw the man in his cell phone, it was as if he had seen a dream, a pool of mirrors.

But Xie Qingcheng just so real look at him, Xie Qingcheng look at him can not say anything, the two are actually looking at each other speechless, He Yu look at him look at him, eyes red.

He said, almost affectionately, "Is that ...... you ......"

The voice was soft and well behaved.

Like a real, twenty-something youth. There's still infinite hope in life.

Knowing that He Yu was already an evil dragon in chains, and that he would harm no one else, the Dreambreakers unchained him and quietly retreated, leaving the space to them.

Xie Qingcheng didn't answer his words, the first words Xie Qingcheng spoke to He Yu in the video were with infinite heartfelt shock and reproach, but the reproach sounded sad and gentle, "Are you really going to jump into the sea? Why are you so stupid ......"

Obviously, it was not a funny sentence, but He Yu broke down in tears in an instant, he choked up, he stroked the screen, the screen was warm, it was as if he had actually touched the face of the person who was miles away.

His fingers touched the cheeks of the man on the screen, the side of the ear, the lips, the bridge of the nose, and finally fell on those beautiful peach blossom eyes. His fingertips were trembling, and he said to Xie Qingcheng in the video, "Brother ...... your eyes ...... are your eyes real?"

"It's an implantable bionic prosthetic eye, just developed here, and unlike a regular prosthetic eye, it's a real one that can actually see ...... after twenty hours of ocular neuromimetic reconstructive surgery."

He Yu laughed again, his face covered in tears as he murmured, "Technology is a wonderful thing."

Xie Qingcheng thought for a moment that this might be the first time in his life that he had ever spoken to someone in love.

Polytechnic Man says, "It's not as good as you."

He Yu breaks into tears as he says, "I'm not good. I'm obviously so humble, yet I have to like ......"

He didn't say snow in the sky. Though he never thought of the snow in the sky only as Xie Qingcheng.

It's like he's trying to make up for the pain and regret he felt during Mandela's big fight two years ago.

He looked at him and said, "And yet to love the early morning light ......"

Xie Qingcheng paused.

After a moment, on the other end of the screen, he said gently, "It's okay if it's snow in the sky. I know what you mean."

He Yu still smiled, but shed more tears.

"I've been watching you for two years." Xie Qingcheng said, "He Yu, I won't misunderstand you again."

"...... hmmm."

"I know your heart."

He Yu nodded with a tearful smile, "Uh-huh."

"Good girl, don't cry."

"Well ......"

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The car has arrived.

The door of the hospital opened slowly, and the scenery outside the window was replaced by a large lake and lawn, the sunlight jumped in the vast grass field, swans walked in the sparkling lake, He Yu lowered the window, and a gentle and sweet scent of early summer came into the air. On the way to the parking space, He Yu suddenly saw a familiar figure under a big tree by the lake.

His heart beat wildly all at once, as if it were going to break free of his chest and run out in an instant.

He ignored the fact that the car was not parked and half of his body was already poking out the window, "Xie Qingcheng ...... Xie Qingcheng!!!"

There was no mistaking it, even though the figure was so far away, even though the man stood under the tree looking at the Swan Lake, even though he was wearing the same hospital gown as all the patients who were being convalesced here, He Yu recognized it at once - it was the one person in his life that he would never mistakenly recognize.

It was a treasure that could not be replaced by anyone or anything else in his life.

"Xie Qingcheng--!!!"

He leaned out the window and peeked out, yelling and crying and laughing, drawing stares of dismayed surprise from the people on the lawn.

That's right ......

The man under the big tree heard a voice, his shoulders suddenly stiffened, and then he turned back ......

In that moment, the sun poured in a million pours.

It's him ...... It's him!!! It's the one standing in front of him alive ......

The youth, as if suddenly remembering something, returned and took from the car seat the bouquet of hydrangeas he had brought with him, and in the warm sunshine handed it to the tall, thin figure that was far away, but running with great strides toward him.

Suddenly, the gale blew, and the thinly covered veil on the hydrangea was once again raised, and the snow-white veil floated, swung, and lifted with the wind ......

In the end, the white veil fell gently on Xie Qingcheng's head, like a light snowfall.

"Xie Qingcheng ......" He Yu sobbed and laughed, eventually choking on his sobs.

The driver seemed to be moved by his emotions, and although he had no idea what He Yu was talking about, the foreigner gave up on the idea of pulling into the required parking space and understandingly leaned over and pressed the handbrake, smiling at him and signaling that he could get out of the car.

He Yu quickly said thank you to him, the car door opened, he hugged the bouquet, wiped his tears, and ran out like flying. He had no rules, crossed the flower beds, tumbled over the railings, stumbled and stumbled, like the teenager who fell passionately in love with Xie Qingcheng when he was nineteen years old, with infinite joy and happiness, he dashed towards the man who was gently coughing in the same place, ready to pull down the light veil.

He ran to him, gasping for breath, his chest thumping as he stopped in front of him.

There were already onlookers around the room who had gone from stunned to seething with laughter.

But He Yu didn't care.

He looked at the man in front of him with bright, amazing eyes, at Xie Qingcheng's emaciated but already blood-colored face, at his thin but still tall body, at his real presence, at the peach blossom eyes that were almost unrecognizable from yesterday's as he raised his head through the snow-white veil and looked at him from under the light veil.

The sound of the snow is on the side of the bamboo.

He Yu for a moment actually did not know whether he should first give him the hydrangea in his arms, or whether he should first embrace him, he stumbled just now, and now shivered, he was agitated and reckless, as that always unchanged teenager, he had hot tears in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were trembling, he wanted to laugh, and then he wanted to cry, he was sincere and fervent, but he was unable to say anything.

At last it was Xie Qingcheng who raised his hand and lifted the snow-white and tangled veil, and looked at him underneath the white veil--

The sunlight shone down over the Swan Lake, and the veil was blown by the gentle summer wind, dropping down to the shoulders in a sentimental and entangled manner. There are ten thousand kinds of beautiful scenery in the world, Xie Qingcheng only looked at He Yu's eyes, after a long time he smiled, he has never looked so good, even the twenty-one year old He Yu saw for the first time, there is not such a handsome moment that one can never forget, it is fascinating.

Endless summer clustered between them, endless red and endless purple, endless blue and endless summer. The door to that heart of the year finally opened slowly, and the child walked into the study and found Dr. Xie sitting at the window in the overwhelming sunlight.

The child who met his doctor, the teenager who was reunited with his professor, the young man who crossed thousands of mountains to finally come to the love of his life-

Next to the sparkling lake, the two did not dare to get too close to each other for a while.

He Yu stood woodenly, and Xie Qingcheng looked at He Yu who was close at hand.

In the end, it was the man who raised his hand first, and the fingers were warm, touching He Yu's face. His heart was beating rapidly, and his voice was hoarse, but he still smiled - why not, the future was open.

His eyes were bright, looking up at him in a vapor haze of vision, and at the reunion, he was still very much a father, and would smile like an elder, wiping the tears that were rustling down He Yu's face. But at the reunion, he already had a gentleness that he'd never had in his life, and he said to the precious treasure before him, "Hello, kiddo."

He Yu gasped, his eyes seemed to have all the flames and stars in the world. He turned his face sideways, letting his cheek press against Xie Qingcheng's palm.

That warm palm ah ...... nothing can replace it.

He Yu eyes red, gazing at Xie Qingcheng's face, seems to have infinite grievances and infinite expectations, small beasts like rubbing against his fingertips.

"Hello ......" he smiled with tears in his eyes, choking, his eyes all dense but also refused to blink, he just looked at him, how can not see enough as if, he to this person who will never leave him again, raspy, said the most important three words in his life. "Xie Qingcheng."

He smiled and laughed, sobbed uncontrollably, and couldn't stop murmuring, "Hello ...... Xie Qingcheng ...... Hello, Xie Qingcheng ... ..."

Seventeen years ago, I'm glad I met you.

Seventeen years later, I'm so happy that I can meet you again.

--when he gave him his hand and he held it tightly.

When he said, "Hello, kiddo.

When he replied, hello, I'm Xie Qingcheng.

When he returned to him, the winds were calm and the miles were clear. The gaping hole in his heart was finally closed, the casebook slowly closed, he had been healed by him in the past and he would be healed by him for the rest of his life.

No one is sick or alien anymore.

That endless summer, finally, will never wither again.

-End of text-

Postscript:

This book is based on Mr. He Yu's old manuscripts, combined with the FTL archaeological decryptor developed in the previous year, which is only used for internal testing by the Department of Historical and Cultural Research, and rewritten.

As confirmed by the decryptor, Mr. He Yu's old manuscripts are rigorous and fair, and he has never stigmatized a person because of personal grudges, nor has he ever buried or whitewashed his own faults. After the reunion of Mr. He Yu and Mr. Xie Yu, Mr. Xie Qingcheng also reviewed and enriched the manuscript, correcting some of the lines and filling in the corresponding gaps from an objective point of view.

Many readers have been interested in Mr. He Yu's private manuscripts for a long time because Mr. He Yu once disclosed them; however, since these contents are too private to be probed by archaeological decryption instruments, I took the liberty of asking Mr. He Yu if I could disclose them when I was writing my biography. Mr. He took a glance at Mr. Xie and refused me with a smile, so I had to use "......" in Mr. He's old manuscript to show that the content had been deleted.

The private manuscript is precious, detailing the love affair between the two gentlemen, but unfortunately, it can only be replaced by an ellipsis, not being able to show the details, which is a pity from my point of view as a biographer who is meticulous about everything. However, I am comforted by the thought that Mr. He and Mr. Xie themselves have the complete contents, and that there is a complete version in the world, so that the two gentlemen can read it together at night and in the rain.

As I walked out of Mr. He's villa in Huzhou at the end of the last interview, I saw a freshly mowed lawn, the grass was green, and next to the lawn were brilliant hydrangeas in full bloom.

The sun was shining, exactly as it had when they first met.

I think that among you readers, if anyone has had the good fortune to pass by that villa, then it must also be obvious at a glance that there, that's where they met.

Meat buns don't eat meat.

April 21, 2065