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Xie Qingcheng was stunned when he heard what he said, and he didn't know how he felt.

He looked at He Yu. For a long time, He Yu dared not look directly into his eyes, because his eyes were too cold and sharp, like a scalpel, which could dissect people's hearts.

But at this moment, the chaotic and strong emotions in He Yu's eyes were too heavy, like lava.

No matter how sharp the blade is, after all, iron cannot withstand the high temperature of lava.

So this time, Xie Qingcheng turned his eyes away first.

He was in a complicated mood. If He Yu usually told him this, he would definitely not have such a big reaction, but at this moment, he knew that the meaning was different.

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

If they can't get out, if they die in an hour, this is the last thing He Yu wants to say to him, to say goodbye to the world.

Therefore, the power of these words is very heavy, and they slammed into his heart.

Xie Qingcheng did not scold him or laugh at him - this was the first time Xie Qingcheng faced He Yu's confession with such an attitude since the night in the clubhouse.

But he didn't know how to respond to him.

After so many wrong love entanglements between them, Xie Qingcheng didn't know how he could face He Yu's morbid dependence.

So he finally turned his eyes away. He swam to the side and leaned against the wall, looking up at the studio dome that was getting closer and closer.

Ten centimeters…and ten centimeters…

It's getting closer.

Xie Qingcheng can clearly see the steel pipes and the mortise and tenon nail heads of the dome.

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

"Wait for me."

Xie Qingcheng pushed the plastic box containing the mobile phone to He Yu, saving the mobile phone from being thrown into the water to be completely scrapped, but he suddenly plunged into the pool water with a slender figure. Boiling water waves. He dived straight down, and after a while, when he resurfaced from the bottom of the water tossing the water droplets from his hair, there was an abandoned steel pipe in his hand.

A pipe of more than one meter in my hand, at the current floating height, it is enough to touch the zenith.

Xie Qingcheng took the steel pipe and began to tap and test on the dome with breathless concentration.

The sound of the hollow board can be heard. After the button is knocked, the sound is much clearer and louder than the solid wall, and it will make a hollow sound.

Xie Qing tried calmly.

He Yu stopped talking, watching him from the side closest to the door, using the pipe to test little by little.

One inch, one millimeter, one minute and one second.

Solid.

Solid.

Still solid…

“…”

Fifteen minutes later, Xie Qingcheng put down the steel pipe used for testing. The tube was no longer needed, and his own hands could already touch the dome.

But he didn't move any more, his face hidden in the waves.

He Yu saw that his complexion was whiter than before—

No overhead floors.

The roof of this room is sealed with cement...

Even people who don't care about life and death will still feel the tremor when the hammer of death is really shot down. The closure of the dome meant that their last hope was dashed.

He Yu looked at Xie Qingcheng's face, and even he was a little suffocated for a while. He swam over and looked up at the ceiling. He could see it clearly now. The pipe opening that gave them a glimmer of hope was broken. Although it was indeed a hollow plank, there was still a layer of cement rock on top of the plank.

I really want to die like this.

"Xie Qingcheng." He Yu looked at him, his throat tightened, at that moment he had a lot to say, but the last sentence was, "Do you think tomorrow's newspaper headlines ...how to write."

Xie Qingcheng raised his head and once again looked at the approaching ceiling.

The rippling water reflected his jaw line, his hair was a little messy because of being wet, the usual meticulous outline was still there, but some black hair hung wetly in front of his eyes .

He did not answer He Yu's nonsensical question.

However, after a while, He Yu heard him say softly: "...He Yu, a lot has happened between you and me."

"Those things have their own faults and owes each other, one yardage is another yardstick, but now it seems that at least one of them, I have to say sorry to you."

He suddenly said this, but He Yu was stunned: "...I came here myself. This is different from the Radio and Television Tower Archives, you don't have to blame yourself."

"I mean things from before. Things from five years ago."

"..." He Yu was quiet for a moment, as if something was stirring in his heart, "...you want to say this, didn't I also do a lot of behaviors that make you feel inferior to animals?"

Added: "Apologizing to each other before you die is too sensible-you have lived so sensible and organized your whole life, and you are too tired."

He said, his heart that had been tense for more than an hour finally relaxed completely.

This kind of death was an accident to He Yu, but death was never something he could not accept. In my nineteen years of life, I have faced pain and loneliness that are more terrifying than death too many times.

He is a person who lives towards death, he already knows that death is his friend who has been waiting in front of him to take him away since he was born, and he will always meet him.

And this kind of death, compared to going mad and out of control in the lunatic asylum, and finally leaving in the same miserable and dignified way as the previous cases, is really not an unacceptable thing.

It can't scare a lonely man who has been crazy for seventeen years.

He Yu simply changed into a comfortable backstroke position and lay on the water again. He picked up his phone and suddenly thought of something—

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

This time it was Xie Qingcheng's turn to be startled: "What?"

"Waterproof function." He Yuyang glanced at the phone, "When the water completely covers us, the phone will be submerged. But if the merchants are not so blackhearted and can really be waterproof, you can tell us Do you want to leave a suicide note or something... There is still plenty of time, and it is a good fate."

He said, and opened the phone memo.

Then click on the music player again.

Unlike Xie Qingcheng, He Yu is actually a romantic and sophisticated person. If he really wants to turn into a treasure in the water and be buried here, he will accept his fate, and he will want to have a good life. , to meet death calmly and gracefully.

"You know, before the death row inmates are injected, the prisoners will let them listen to songs. The song with the highest on-demand rate is "Don't Look At Me Just a Sheep"."

Xie Qingcheng quietly floated in the water for a while, he probably didn't expect He Yu to face death like this.

But when people die, they are full of love and hate, knowledge, past... People will say goodbye to these invisible friends who will accompany them to the end. He Yu may feel that separation from old friends, It should be practiced with a smile and thanks.

"Death row inmates like to listen to "Don't Look At Me Just a Sheep", isn't it weird?"

He Yu said more and more calmly as he swiped the screen of his phone and looked at the playlist he had cached above.

" But in fact, it was because they felt that they were dying and had no choice, so they defaulted to the song at the beginning, the letter A did not, and the first song of the letter B was "Don't" Look I'm just a sheep". If you want me to say, they are still defeated by death - they don't even want to be the master of themselves once, they really lack some beauty and courage. ... By the way, I think this song is good, do you like it? ?"

He clicked the play button on the screen, and a long music sound floated out of the phone, lingering and classic, the song "myheartwillgoon".

Xie Qingcheng: "…"

"youjump, ijump."

“You’regoingtogetoutofhere.You’regoingtogoon…”

“Nothere.Notthisnight.Notlikethis.”

He Yu began to read the lines in his memory in a mess, with some shallow nasal voices, the surrounding water was very cold, and the winter in the south of the Yangtze River was also biting.

He laughed: "It's true."

"You know, I liked Rose very much when I was a child, I think how could she dare to risk so many people's accusing eyes, go through the secular estrangement, and be with that poor boy who is worthless What? If there was a girl who could do this to me, when the Titanic sank, I'd have her on the float and I'd be in the water."

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

"You know Rose got married later, she lived a happy life, Titanic and Jack were like a dream in her long life, when she woke up, in her pillow frame It's a picture of her riding a horse in her pants, as Jack once described with a smile to her in a dream."

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

He Yu listened to this song, opened the phone memo, and wanted to write something.

But in the end he found that his suicide note was meaningless, and he no longer cared about anyone in this world - if he really did, that person was already by his side. It's just that when he died, he still didn't know what his feelings and desires for Xie Qingcheng meant.

He didn't know what Xie Qingcheng had hidden from himself in the past few years.

I want to bring the regrets that Madam Meng forgets for me.

He Yu put down the phone and put it back in the plastic box. He closed his eyes and hummed a song, seemingly relieved, waiting for that moment to come.

The dome is closer...

At this moment, however, he heard a clear sound of water paddling.

He opened his eyes - it was Xie Qingcheng who came to his side, and he changed to the same stretched lying position as him.

Xie Qingcheng also put down the phone.

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

"She will only be sadder when she sees it, I don't want her to live in the last words I leave her whole life. Sometimes last words are not too tender. My last call with her was very Homely, it's a good ending. If I had to choose, I didn't want to hurt her again with my dying message."

Xie Qingcheng finished these words peacefully.

In a sense, they are the best partners on the unique Huangquan Road.

They were all able to face their own death in a way that most people in the world could not do.

Xie Qingcheng looked at the time on the phone, he and He Yu were like water spirits floating silently, sea moon, peach blossom, rocket...

Wave like the jellyfish in the video that gently heal people's hearts.

“Everynightinmydreams,

Iseeyou,

Ifeelyou,

ThatishowIknowyougoon…”

Every night, in my dreams, I can see you, I can feel you…

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

He Yu listened to the looping song, and suddenly thought of the door that repeatedly appeared in his dream.

From the age of seven to the age of fourteen, he has opened the door countless times.

From the age of fourteen to nineteen, he dreamed of the door countless times.

When Xie Qingcheng was with him, he opened the door and saw the tall and handsome man standing by the window, looking back at him quietly.

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

Doctor Xie said to him: "One day, you will have to rely on yourself to get out of your inner shadow."

Xie Qingcheng wrote Junxiu's words stroke by stroke in front of the writing desk by the window.

He wrote: "Congratulations to Yu, presented by Xie Qing."

Later, Xie Qingcheng left.

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

He Yu's expression slowly relaxed, he was lying on the icy water, but he knew that he was not alone at this moment.

Xie Qingcheng was by his side, as long as he stretched out his hand, he could touch that little bit of warmth belonging to another person. The warmth that will not leave. The warmth that only death can take away.

“Oncemoreyouopenthedoor

Andyou'rehereinmyheart…”

You push the door open again,

You are there, in my heart...

In the singing, the door engraved with endless summer seems to be opened again, and inside is the light of summer, the snow of winter, and the beautiful silhouette of spring and autumn. It was as if he had never walked away from the room in his heart.

He Yu didn't know what kind of emotional surging, sour and complicated, he suddenly wanted to cry, but he knew it was not because of death.

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

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

He had just accused Xie Qingcheng that apologizing before his death was boring and cliché.

The words stuck in the throat, neither up nor down.

The hand stretched out, making ripples of heart in the water, and then—

He held Xie Qingcheng's fingertips.

Xie Qingcheng took a hand. But in the end it didn't break free.

"...Xie Qingcheng, don't be afraid, death is not terrible. I have several near-death experiences, you know, it's like falling asleep, faster and more straightforward than falling asleep …”

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

He held Xie Qingcheng's hand tightly, he felt their hands trembling slightly, he didn't know whether it was because of him or because of Xie Qingcheng.

"I'm with you."

"It's fine."

“…I am with you…”

Xie Qingcheng was silent, He Yu didn't look at him, he just looked at the ceiling that was getting closer, and then whispered these words to him.

But he turned his face and looked at He Yu.

Of course he knew that He Yu was not afraid of death, and He Yu sometimes even longed for death. However, at this moment, He Yu still seemed a little disappointed.

Relieved but inevitably disappointed.

Why?

Xie Qingcheng watched him silently for a while.

In the end, he thought, maybe he knew why…

In the melody of the Titanic that spanned 90 years of romance, in the face of the impending death, his indestructible heart that never broke, finally loosened—

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

In the voice, there is a certain calmness after a certain determination.

"Huh?"

"I left Huyi Hospital five years ago. Leave you."

Xie Qingcheng paused and said softly.

"There are indeed secrets."

"…If this is the truth I can restore at the end, if this truth can make you feel relieved at the end."

The surroundings are too cold, the only dim light on the zenith seems to show a lonely blue, frost-like condensation between Xie Qingcheng's eyebrows, on the contrary, thank you Qing Cheng's brows were not as cold as usual.

But he was still very quiet.

Before his doomed death, he finally let go.

He turned his face sideways, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and finally turned his head and looked at him the same way and said, "—then let me tell you."

The author has something to say:Note 1:

The three paragraphs in the text are all Titanic lines:

"youjump, ijump."

You jump and I jump.

“You’regoingtogetoutofhere.You’regoingtogoon…”

You will get out of here, and you will keep going.

“Nothere.Notthisnight.Notlikethis.”

(Your death) is not here, not tonight, not this way.

To die like this, Rose will continue to live after his death, until the day he is very old and die in a warm bed. Instead of dying with him in the icy waters tonight.

Note 2: The rest of the English language is the lyrics of "myheartwillgoon".