my heart will go on

Xie Qingcheng was stunned when she heard him say such words, and she didn't know how she felt.

He looked at He Yu, who for a long time was more afraid to look him in the eye, because his eyes were too cold and sharp, like a scalpel, capable of dissecting the heart.

But at this moment, the chaos and intensity in He Yu's eyes was too heavy, like lava.

The blade, after all, was mortal iron, and could not withstand the heat of the lava.

So this time, it was Xie Qingcheng who turned his gaze away first.

He had mixed feelings, if He Yu had normally told him something like that, he wouldn't have reacted that way, but at this moment, he knew it meant something different.

This turned out to be what He Yu wanted to tell him the most.

If they don't make it out, if they die in an hour, these are some of the last things He Yu wants to say to him, to say goodbye to the world.

Therefore the force of these words was heavy, and they struck him straight in the heart.

Xie Qingcheng didn't scold him, didn't laugh at him - it was the first time since the night at the clubhouse that Xie Qingcheng had faced He Yu's confession with such an attitude.

But he didn't know what to say back to him.

After all the wrongdoings between them, Xie Qingcheng doesn't know how he can still face He Yu's pathological dependence.

So he finally turned his eyes away, and he swam to the side, positioned against the wall, tilting his head in concentration at the approaching studio dome.

A little broken light shone on his fine, pale face, which was frozen and bloodless, like floating ice, and even his lips were almost transparent.

A dozen centimeters ...... also a dozen centimeters ......

It's getting closer.

Xie Qingcheng can already clearly see the ducted steel plates of the dome, mortise and tenon nail heads.

He suddenly thought of something and looked down into the clear water - and then he found it.

"Wait for me."

Xie Qingcheng pushed the plastic box with the cell phone into He Yu's hands, saving the phone from tumbling into the water and being scrapped, while he suddenly plunged into the pool, his slender form cutting through the waves. He dived straight down, and after a while, when he shook the water out of his hair and resurfaced from the bottom, he had a discarded steel pipe in his hand.

A meter or so of pipe, held in the hand, would be enough to touch the zenith at the current height of the float.

Xie Qingcheng took a steel pipe and began to tap into the dome with bated breath to test it.

Hollow core panels are audible, and after knocking on the buckles, the sound is far clearer and louder than solid walls, which make a hollow sound.

Xie Qingcheng tried calmly.

He Yu also stopped talking and watched as he tried with the pipe bit by bit from the side that was most against the door.

Inch by inch, minute by minute.

Solid.

Solid.

Still solid ......

"......"

Fifteen minutes later, Xie Qingcheng put down the steel pipe he had used to test the dome. There was no need for the pipe now, his own hand could already touch the dome.

But he didn't move anymore, his face hidden in the waves of water.

He Yu saw that his face was paler than before-

There are no overheads.

The roof of this room, which was sealed with poured cement ......

Even those who were no longer indifferent to life and death would still feel a tremor when the hammer of death actually struck down. The dome sealing off meant that the last ray of hope for both of them was dashed.

He Yu looked at Xie Qingcheng's face, and for a moment, even he was a little breathless. He swam over and tilted his head to observe that ceiling, it was now completely clear that the pipe opening that had brought them a ray of hope before was broken, and although it was indeed a hollow wooden board, there was still a layer of cement rock on top of the board.

Relying on the strength of a normal person, even a hundred years can't get out, let alone only a few minutes left ......

I can't believe I'm actually going to die like this.

"Xie Qingcheng." He Yu looked at him, his throat a little tight, there were many things he wanted to say in that moment, but the last thing that came out of his mouth was the sentence, "What do you think will be the headline of tomorrow's newspaper ...... ."

Xie Qingcheng tilted his head back and once again looked up at the approaching ceiling.

The shimmering waves of water reflected off his jawline, his hair was a little messy from being wet, his normally meticulous silhouette was still there, but some of his dark hair hung wet in front of his eyes.

He didn't answer He Yu's inane question.

After a while, however, He Yu heard him whisper, "...... He Yu, a lot has happened between you and me."

"Those things are each damaging and one size fits all, but it seems now that for at least one of them, I have to say I'm sorry to you."

When he suddenly said this, He Yu was baffled for a moment in turn, "...... I followed it myself. It's not like the Cantonment Tower Archives, you don't have to blame yourself."

"I mean before. Five years ago."

"......" He Yu was quiet for a moment, like something was churning in his heart, "...... If you want to put it this way, haven't I also done a lot of things that make you feel beastly behavior?"

And again, "Apologizing to each other before you die is also just a little too sensible - living your whole life so sensibly disciplined and organized, you're just too tired."

He said, his heart finally completely loosening up after being tense for over an hour.

It was also recognized.

This death is unexpected for He Yu, but death has never been something he could not accept; he would not be shocked, woebegone, or disorganized in front of it, for he has faced pain and loneliness worse than death too many times in his short nineteen years of life.

He was a man who lived toward death, and it had long been clear to him that death was the friend he had always had to meet who had been waiting ahead to take him away from his birth.

And this kind of death is really no more unacceptable than going berserk and out of control in an insane asylum and ending up as miserable and undignified as those previous cases.

It doesn't scare a lonely man who's been crazy for seventeen years.

He Yu simply switched to a comfortable backstroke position and lay back on the water, he picked up his cell phone and suddenly thought of something-

"Xie Qingcheng, you say, should we trust the manufacturer for once."

This time it was Xie Qingcheng's turn to be stunned, "What?"

"Waterproof function." He Yu raised his phone, "By the time this water completely covers us, the phone will be submerged. But if the merchants aren't that black-hearted and it's really waterproof, do you think we should both leave a suicide note or something?...... There's still plenty of time, so it's not a bad fate."

He said, opening a cell phone memo.

Then clicked on the music player again.

Unlike Xie Qingcheng, He Yu is in fact a romantic and sophisticated person, and if he were to be buried here as a rare treasure in the water, he would want to meet his death properly, calmly and gracefully, if he were to accept his fate.

"You know, before death row inmates are on the verge of lethal injection, the prison people will make them listen to a song, and the one with the highest on-demand rating, I hear, is 'Don't Look at Me Like I'm Just a Sheep'."

Xie Qingcheng quietly stood in the water for a while, he probably did not expect He Yu's posture in the face of death is like this.

When a person is born, he is still chaotic, crying and laughing by himself, all because of the nurse's slap, he cries and comes to this earth.

But when people die, loaded with a body of love and hate, learning, past ...... people will say goodbye to these invisible friends who accompanied them to the end, He Yu may feel that, with the separation of old friends, should be practiced a libation of smiles to thank.

"Isn't it weird how death row inmates like to listen to 'Don't Look at Me Just a Sheep'."

He Yu said with increasing calmness as he swiped the screen of his cell phone and looked at the list of songs he had cached on it.

"But really it's because they felt they were dying and weren't in much of a mood for choices, so they defaulted to the song at the very beginning, which is not available for letter A, and the first tune for letter B, which is 'Don't Look at Me Just a Sheep'. If you ask me, they're still defeated by death - there's some beauty and courage missing in not even wanting to die for once for themselves. ...... By the way, I think this one is good, do you like it?"

He tapped the play button on the screen, and the sound of a long, lingering, classic piece of music drifted out of the phone, the song 'my heart will go on'.

Xie Qingcheng : "......"

"You jump, I jump."

"You're going to get out of here. You're going to go on ......"

"Not here. Not this night. Not like this."

He Yu begins to garble the lines he remembers, with some shallow nasality, the water around him is cold, and the winter in Jiangnan is biting.

He smiled, "How fitting."

"You know, I was especially fond of Rose when I was a kid, and I thought how dare she risk the accusations of so many people, and bleed through the worldly divisions, to be with that worthless, poor boy? If a girl could do that to me, when the Titanic sank, I'd have her on the pontoon and me in the water."

"I don't want to watch her die."

"You know Rose went on to get married, and she was happy all her life, and Titanic and Jack were like a dream in her long life, and she woke up with a picture in a frame next to her pillow of her riding a horse with her pants on, just as Jack had once described it to her with a smile in the dream."

"It's nice to have a dream like this ......" He Yu sighed, "I don't even have dreams anymore."

The song is long and far away, as if it were the leisurely sailing hooter of an oil tanker from a hundred years ago, drifting through time and space, echoing in this closed and drowned studio.

He Yu listens to the song and opens his cell phone memo to write something.

But in the end, he realized that his suicide note was meaningless, and that he no longer had anyone in the world he particularly cared about - and if he did, that person was already with him. But in the end, he still doesn't know what the feelings and desires he had for Xie Qingcheng really meant.

He didn't know what Xie Qingcheng had been hiding from himself all those years ago.

After all, they are all going to be brought to the regret of letting the Mona give themselves to oblivion.

He Yu put the cell phone down, back in that plastic case, and he closed his eyes, humming softly and seemingly relieved, waiting for that moment to come.

The dome is closer ......

Just then, however, he heard the clear paddling of water.

He opened his eyes - it was Xie Qingcheng who had berth next to him, also changing into the same, stretched-out supine position as he was in.

Xie Qingcheng also put down his cell phone.

He Yu was a little surprised, "...... Aren't you going to write something? For Xie Xue."

"She'll only be sadder when she reads it, and I don't want her to live her whole life with those last words I left behind. Sometimes last words aren't too gentle things. My last call with her was very domestic and was a good way to end it. If I had to choose, I wouldn't want to hurt her again with my dying message."

Xie Qingcheng finished these words calmly.

In a sense, the two of them are truly the perfect pair for the Yellow Springs.

They were all able to face their deaths very quietly and calmly, which most people in the world can't do.

Xie Qingcheng looked at the time on his cell phone, the two of them, he and He Yu, were like water sprites floating silently, the sea moon, peach blossoms, rockets ......

The waves of light look like they have been transformed into the jellyfish that gently heal the heart in the video.

"Every night in my dreams.

I see you.

I feel you.

That is how I know you go on......"

Every night, in my dreams, I see you, I sense you ......

That is, I know how you will go on ......

He Yu listened to the looped song and suddenly thought of the door that repeatedly appeared in his dreams.

The door he had opened countless times from the age of seven, to fourteen.

The door he had dreamed of countless times from the age of fourteen, to nineteen.

When Xie Qingcheng accompanied him, he opened the door to see the man standing by the window, tall and handsome, looking back at him quietly.

And when that door was empty, he closed his eyes and stood inside, as if he could also feel the traces of that doctor's presence ......

Dr. Hsieh told him, "One day, you're going to have to come out of your inner circle on your own."

Xie Qingcheng writes elegantly with a fountain pen at the writing desk by the window.

He wrote: "To He Yu, from Xie Qingcheng."

Later, Xie Qingcheng left.

And in many nights, many dreams since he left, he had actually dreamed of him.

He Yu's demeanor slowly relaxes as he lies in the cold water, but he knows he is not alone in this moment.

Xie Qingcheng was right beside him, and all he had to do was reach out his hand and he could touch that little bit of warmth that belonged to another person. The warmth that won't leave. The warmth that only death can take away.

"Once more you open the door

And you're here in my heart ......"

You push open that door again.

You are there, in my heart ......

In the midst of the song, the door engraved with endless summer seemed to open once again, and inside was the light of summer, the snow of winter, the handsome silhouette of the unchanging spring and fall. It was as if he had never stepped away from the room in his mind.

He Yu didn't know what kind of emotions were surging through him, sour and complicated, he suddenly wanted to shed tears, but he knew it wasn't because of death.

He suddenly couldn't help but want to talk, he suddenly couldn't help but want to give his hand to Xie Qingcheng.

He suddenly couldn't help but say to him, "Dr. Xie, Xie Qingcheng, I'm sorry."

Obviously he just accused Xie Qingcheng of apologizing before he died for being boring and cheesy.

The words were stuck in his throat, neither up nor down.

Instead, the hand had reached out, traced the ripples of the heart in the water, and--

He held Xie Qingcheng's fingertips.

Xie Qingcheng's hand moved a little. But in the end it didn't break away.

"...... Xie Qingcheng, don't be afraid, death is not scary. I've had several near-death experiences, you know, it's like falling asleep, faster and drier than falling asleep ......"

He opened his mouth, but said something else, something more like a man should say.

He clutched Xie Qingcheng's hand tightly, and he felt some slight trembling in their hands, not knowing if it was because of himself or because of Xie Qingcheng.

"I'll stay with you."

"It's okay."

"...... I'm with you ......"

Xie Qingcheng was silent, and He Yu never looked at him, always just looked at the ceiling which was getting closer and closer, and then whispered these words to him.

But he turned his face sideways and looked at He Yu.

Of course he knew that He Yu was not afraid of death; He Yu sometimes even longed for it. Yet at this moment, He Yu still seemed a little frustrated.

Released but not free from frustration.

Why?

Xie Qingcheng just looked at him wordlessly for a while.

Eventually, he thought, he might know why ......

In the midst of romance spanning nine decades to the tune of the Titanic, and in the face of impending death, his unbreakable, never-breaking heart finally loosened--

"He Yu." Xie Qingcheng suddenly opened his mouth.

In his voice, there was a certain calmness that came with a certain determination.

"Hmm?"

"I left HU1 five years ago. Left you."

Xie Qingcheng paused and said softly.

"There are indeed secrets."

"...... If this is the last truth I can restore, if this truth can release you at the end."

The surroundings are too silent and cold, the only dim light from the zenith seems to show a lonely blue color, frosty condensation between Xie Qingcheng's eyebrows, which in turn makes Xie Qingcheng's eyebrows not as cold as usual.

But he remained stoic.

He was finally relieved before the death that was destined to come soon.

He turned his face sideways, his eyelashes fluttering slightly, and said to the teenager who had finally turned his head and was looking at him in the same way, "-then I'll tell you."