Chapter 3 Chapter 3 Happy Parting

The figure wearing the blue peaked cap slowly turned his head. "Are you back?" he asked. I stood dazed. "Why don't you turn on the light?" Du Weiping left the chair, turned on a yellow light, and drowned the deep blue. "Why are you wearing a hat at home?" I asked angrily. He took off his hat, and his hair was cut short under it.He stroked his head and said, "I cut my hair too short today, it feels weird. I passed by a small shop and bought this hat." I gazed at him sadly, hating him for ruining my day-to-day hopes. He looked at me innocently, and I walked past him silently, closed the bedroom door, and fell on the bed, heartbroken.Am I crazy?Thinking that the dead will come back to visit me, I believe that there is a song that will be sung forever, as if I don’t know that everything in the world cannot be repeated.

On New Year's Eve that year, I sat next to the carousel in the Breton restaurant with the lights flickering.Wine and tears blurred my eyes, Han Xingyu and his friends were talking beside me, but the voice seemed to be several worlds away from me, and my ears were only a soundless desolation. It wasn't until Han Xingyu took me outside to watch the fireworks that the cold air hit me, and I returned to the desolate reality from a few worlds away.The boats on the sea shoot fireworks into the night sky, and the fireworks fall one by one in the sky, but all I see are pale colors. When the last firework fell beside me, I looked up at Han Xingyu. For a moment, I realized that I never knew him. Why did I follow this stranger to this strange place?If Lin Fangwen knew, he would be very sad.When did I betray our love?Let him wander far away alone, drowned by water.

I probably never loved Han Xingyu, I just thought I could love him. The search team gave up after two days, and Lin Fangwen never came back.When we mentioned this small distant country for the first time, who would have thought that his soul was broken, and it was also the place where my soul was broken? What he sang for me could only be an elegy? "How are you?" said Han Xingyu who was sitting in front of me. I smiled and nodded.We had dinner at a tapas restaurant in Midtown and met for the first time since our breakup.I was a little surprised when I got the call from him. "Busy?" I asked.

"I just came back from the United States, and I'm going to Beijing in a few days. I seem to have spent the past two years in the sky. What about you? Is the bookstore doing well?" "It's already starting to make money." "Wouldn't it be that she will soon become a little rich woman?" "Then you have to turn 'Breadtree' into a bookstore chain to have a chance." "It's not impossible." "This is my dream!" "If you want to turn 'Breadtree' into an online bookstore, I'd be happy to help."

"Will it become an online bookstore like 'Amazon'?" I asked with a smile. "Maybe!" "We are too realistic, we always talk about money when we meet," I said. He smiled: "Do you still live in the same place as before?" "The house has been sold. I live near the bookstore, which is very convenient. How about you? Do you still live in the house where you can see the blue sky?" "I'm often away from Hong Kong, and that house was sold last year." "That's great! Since this year, house prices have been falling." I said.

Han Xingyu took out a square iron box from his backpack. The box was brightly colored and printed with pictures of a pair of ancient European men and women talking about love. "This is Brittany's famous 'Dantelle' quiche. Susan sent it to you. She thought we were still together." He said awkwardly. "Oh." I opened the box, smelling the aroma of eggs and milk, and each piece of omelet was also wrapped in colorful blue cellophane, which was very beautiful. "Are you still thinking about Lin Fangwen?" Han Xingyu asked gently. I smiled helplessly, it's hard for me to say that it's missing, the person you miss, maybe there is a possibility of reunion, right?

"I really hope to see you get married and have kids someday. I'd love to know if your kids will be child prodigies too," I said. "That's a long way off," he said. Originally, I wanted to tell Han Xingyu that I knew his sister, but suddenly I felt that things were a bit complicated, so it was better not to say anything. I broke up with Han Xingyu outside the restaurant, and he disappeared from my field of vision.It's not that he's bad, he just showed up at the wrong time. If nothing happened to Lin Fangwen, maybe I would still be with Han Xingyu.However, for a moment, I felt that this kind of thinking was too stupid, as if I thought that everything in this world was not preordained from the beginning.

I hugged the biscuits and walked to "Dodo Kitchen".The door opened, I looked in, and Du Weiping just came out. "Let me see if you're off work?" I said. "Just leaving." He was a little surprised when he saw me. "Then let's go together." He looked at the biscuit in my arms. "It's a Brittany 'Dentre' quiche, a gift from a friend." "The box is beautiful." "Ok!" "Are you still mad at me?" he asked. "Who said I'm mad at you?" "You looked fierce that day." I smiled: "Do you still meet the girl who has been released from prison?"

He shook his head: "I hope she doesn't have trouble again." "If you had a choice, would you say goodbye to your girlfriend who broke up?" "Why not?" he asked me back. "Sometimes, I would rather not see you. If we meet again after many years of separation, when two people meet, they may both talk about work, the price of the house has increased or decreased, and they are talking about very realistic things. If we never see each other, we can not Eating fireworks in the world. Those who are in love can see gray hair, but separated lovers are not allowed to see gray hair in the world." I said.

"Wouldn't it be great if lovers who broke up could become friends, or even like relatives?" "However, they all know that the best thing has happened." "You're just afraid of letting your old lover see your old face." "My one, I will never see it, and I can't see his." "You shouldn't look bad when you're old," he said. "how do you know?" "The beauty will change a little bit." "What do you mean?" "You are not a beautiful woman, and you will not be too far from now when you are old."

"Are you courting death?" "I praise you for being good-looking." "You can praise me as a good-looking beauty." "Will you believe me when I say this?" "Women have no doubts about what is said to compliment them." He giggled: "I thought you were not an ordinary woman." "I also have very ordinary times. At that time, I will be very sensitive to age, youth and my appearance." "Well, I won't say you're old when you're old." "What if I say it myself?" "Then I said, 'Really? I don't see it at all.'" I smiled: "That's a deal!" Should the old lover never meet again or meet again by fate?Perhaps, everyone hopes that never seeing each other is an optional never seeing each other, rather than a sudden farewell with no choice. The last song is over.The lights on the stage went out one by one, Gemel stood on the lifting platform, sank slowly, and finally disappeared on the stage. The audience called "Brother An" enthusiastically. After calling "Brother An" continuously for seven or eight minutes, the atmosphere became a bit unusual. "Why hasn't she come out yet?" Du Weiping asked me. Xiao Zhe and Da Chong also shouted "Brother An" loudly.The audience expected that high platform to rise again, and it never did.Finally, the lights in the arena were turned on, and the doors of the venue opened one after another. There was a burst of drumming and grunting from the crowd, and no one understood why Gomel didn't come out anymore. The door of the backstage dressing room was ajar, and through the crack of the door I saw Gomel, still wearing a singing shirt, with his back to the door, sitting in a chair with his head bowed. "Can I go in?" I asked softly. "Is it Cheng Yun?" She turned around and smiled at me. "What's the matter with you?" I asked. She said with red eyes: "There were still two songs to sing, but when I was about to go out, my mind suddenly went blank, as if I didn't know where I was, and even my jaw was trembling non-stop. Say a word. They were petrified when they saw me like this, so they had to help me down." "Are you not feeling well?" "I'm fine now." "Maybe you are too tired, don't forget you have done seven concerts." I comforted her. "However, today is the last match, and I thought it would be perfect." "You've done a good job." "Is the audience clamoring?" she asked worriedly. "They just kind of don't get it." "There is no singer who doesn't sing Ang Ge." She said with a sob. "Just explain and everyone will understand." "Really? I was going to sing 'Where the Flowers Bloom.'" "You can sing again at the next concert! This is your classic song, which will never go out of style." She finally grinned, stood up, took my arm, and said, "Let's go!" "Where are you going?" "Aren't we going to the celebration banquet? I'm starving." She rubbed her stomach and said. The celebration banquet was held in the "Dodo Kitchen", and Gemeler had already put all the unhappy things behind her.Sometimes she hugged the staff and chatted, and sometimes she was busy explaining to reporters why she didn't sing Ang Ge, and no one was willing to blame her.She took the food out to the fans outside and took pictures with them with her camera. Then, she pulled Du Weiping to my side and said, "I'll take a photo for you." "Okay, we are going to send a picture of Dizhi wearing this scarf." Du Weiping said. On this day, Du Weiping and I coincidentally put on the scarves given to us by Di Zhi. Du Weiping and I stood side by side by the door of the restaurant. Gemel came over, took Du Weiping's hand on my arm, put my hand on his arm, and squeezed our heads together , gave me a wink and said: "It's like an old classmate." I was originally smaller than Du Weiping, but now I seem to be huddled in his arms. "I want to take a picture too." She handed the camera to Xiao Zhe, came over and stood between Du Weiping and me, holding our arms, showing a bright smile. After taking a photo, she called out to Xiao Zhe: "One more! I want Brother An!" It seems to want to make up for her brother An. "You'd better go to the doctor for an examination tomorrow." I said to her. She pouted: "The doctor will only say that I am too tired and should rest more." Over the next few days, I lost word of Gomel safely.She wasn't at home, her mobile phone was off, and even her manager didn't know where she was. Then one day, when the bookstore was closed, I turned off the lights on the second floor, walked down the stairs, and saw Gomel standing at the bottom of the stairs. Her face was haggard and pale, and that kind of paleness could be seen even in the darkest place. can see. "Where did you go?" I asked. "You must be very jealous of me." She smiled wearily, her voice a little hoarse. I didn't understand what she meant. She took a breath and said tremblingly: "I will see Lin Fangwen soon." We looked at each other silently and sadly, tears welling up. Back at the apartment house, Du Weiping said with a smile: "you're back?" My face was wet with tears and I couldn't say a word. "What's the matter with you?" he asked with concern. "I saw Gomel," I said. "Where did she go?" "I may not have too many chances to meet her." My voice was trembling. "why?" "Doctors found a malignant tumor in her left brain." He looked at me in surprise. I cried: "Why are everyone around me dying!" "I won't!" he said. I stared at him sadly: "Everyone dies." "I'm not going to die so soon," he said. "Will you die when I die?" He nodded. "Yes?" I looked at him, and there was something hanging in the air that we tried so hard to avoid but couldn't. "Can that tumor be surgically removed?" he asked. "The doctor said that it seems to be possible on the surface, but the real situation can only be known after you open your mind. If there is a God, isn't this God too cruel? He tortured us with death." "Have you ever seen a dead bird?" he asked. I shook my head. "We rarely see dead birds," he said. "why?" "Birds seem to know that their dead bodies will pollute the living world, so the dying birds will instinctively fly to the deep mountains and marshes, where they wait to die. Therefore, we will not see dead seagulls and swallows. Death is the great The mechanism of nature, if there is no cruelty, there is no cruelty, only when someone dies can there be life, and then human beings will not become extinct." "Are we alive only to continue the offspring? We are just a tail of the biological chain?" I said sadly. "But we were also once a high-flying bird." He smiled at me, that smile was so affectionate, as if hanging a bright moon for me in the boundless night, I almost believed that I was also a high-flying bird. Gemel's hair has been shaved, and she is going to have an operation soon.Leaning on the bed, smelling of potion, she sang and busily knitted socks. "I was busy with the concert earlier, so I only knitted three socks, and I still owe Beethoven one." "We'll make it up after the surgery," I said. "I'm afraid I won't have a chance to come out, why don't you ask it to wear three socks?" She grinned. Seeing that I wanted to cry, she quickly said, "I'm just joking." Then, she poked her left head with a knitting needle, and said, "Now I sing to this tumor every day, hoping to influence it. " "What song do you sing?" "Of course it's a love song!" she said innocently. "That should work, who can resist your singing?" "The attending doctor said the same thing, he is my fan, he is very handsome!" "Then don't you have a chance?" I said with a smile. "It's a pity that I let him see my bald head, and I have no illusions." "No, your head shape is beautiful." "Really?" She stroked her bald head and said, "I finally understand why Beethoven bites me every time I go out. He knows he wants to separate from me." A pang of sadness welled up in my throat, and I couldn't speak. "I finally know it's not just drooling," she said weakly. A nurse came pushing a gurney to take her downstairs to the operating room. "I haven't knit this sock yet!" she cried.Then, she turned her head and asked me: "In case I can't get out, can you finish it for me?" "No, you know I can't knit a sweater, you have to do it yourself." "Alright then!" She pouted and handed me the fur ball and knitting needle. "Also!" She took out three photos from under the pillow and gave them to me, "It was taken at the celebration banquet that day." Of those three photos, two of them were of me and Du Weiping together, and the other one was of the three of us. We all smiled brightly, not knowing that fate had stretched out his claws. "You match Du Weiping very well. Don't miss the opportunity, life is very short. Not loving anyone anymore is the most superficial memory of Lin Fangwen." Tears welled up in my eyes. She climbed over to the gurney that carried her to the operating table, and the nurse pushed her out of the corridor. Lying on that bed, she smiled back at me, and for a moment when her eyes met, I realized with amazement the arrogance of death. I stood in the corridor, watching her disappear from my field of vision, and vaguely heard her singing a happy love song to the tumor, but the moving voice was weak. Later, even the singing disappeared. If Gomel hadn't left Fiji, would her life have been different?Perhaps, as she herself said, she would sing songs for the rest of her life with her three older sisters in the bar her father owned. If she doesn't come back, my life and even Lin Fangwen's ending may be different. In the realm of life, the destinies of people who were originally irrelevant will become entangled in the end.Missing a bus, delaying the time to go out, meeting a friend on the way, all these small details will change the trajectory of life. We respond to the call of destiny with enthusiasm, but we don't know where we will drift with the water. At this moment, I was leaning on a chair in the corridor of the hospital. Gemeler's operation had been done for five hours, and Du Weiping went to buy a bottle of mineral water for me. "Can you knit a sweater?" I asked while drinking water. He smiled and shook his head. I put down the water bottle, put my hands into Beethoven's socks, and said with a smile, "I can fit them too. Beethoven's claws are really big." "Is it for Beethoven?" "Yeah." I nodded, "I only made up three and a half pieces, and she has to finish it herself." "Do you know how the little black dog I raised died?" I shook my head. "He had a tumor in his bladder and he couldn't pee anymore. He was very old by then. He died and I didn't have any more dogs. I was afraid they would die." "That's the most superficial nostalgia for it," I said. He turned to look at me, and I smiled. Suddenly, I found a yellow butterfly perched on the wall lamp above his head, with two black spots printed on its broad wings. "Why are there butterflies here?" I asked Du Weiping. "This hospital is in the suburbs, maybe it was flown in from outside." He said. The nurse passed by pushing a gurney, and the butterflies on the wall lamp were startled, fluttered, and circled in the corridor. "Is that your little black dog?" I asked. "No way?" he said in surprise. Is that a cry of life or a call of death?I am a little scared. Then the nurse passed a gurney, on which lay Gomel, sound asleep.The butterfly flew over and perched on her toes. Gomel was lying in the intensive care unit with a blanket covering her chest, her head bandaged, and drips all over her body.She opened her eyes slightly and saw me. "How are you?" I called softly. "Have you changed your clothes?" Her voice was hoarse and weak. "Today is the second day after the operation. You slept all day, and I also went back to sleep and changed my clothes before coming back." I said. "Yeah." She replied weakly. "I've seen your attending doctor, and he looks really handsome." She blinked: "I didn't lie to you." "I didn't expect him to be so young." I said. She smiled: "Don't you like him too? Our tastes are always so similar. I wonder if he has a girlfriend?" "You can register." I said. "um, yes." I smiled and said, "This time, I really registered with the doctor." She swallowed: "I thought I'd never see you again." "how could be?" "I've thought about it. It's better for me to see Lin Fangwen first. I can sing, but you can't." I smiled: "It's not a good thing to be with him, I actually can't stand him." I gave Gemel a sip of water, her head fell to her shoulder, and she fell into a drowsy sleep.I put the three and a half socks beside her bed. The doctor has removed most of the cancer cells in her brain, but some cancer cells have spread to the vicinity of the blood vessels. Because they are too close to the blood vessels, they cannot be removed. Chemotherapy is the only option.I don't know how to tell her, but she will soon know anyway. Could the butterfly yesterday be Lin Fangwen?If it was him, why didn't he perch on my shoulder?Is he afraid of me?Still think I can't sing? "It turns out that my brain is full of stars." Gomel told me. A week later, she had left the intensive care unit and was transferred to the general ward.Today, when I came to see her, she was sitting on the bed, flipping through a wig catalogue. "What star?" I asked. "The doctor said that the tumor in my brain is called an astrocytic tumor. It is shaped like a star and there are thousands of them. I didn't expect my tumor to be brighter than others, right?" She blinked lively, and then said: "I Chemotherapy, it’s called Operation Star Reaching, isn’t it very unique?” "Do those stars have names?" "It's called the Milky Way, which is what makes me starry." I laughed. "Would you help me pick out some wigs? They're all beautiful and I don't know how to pick them." "My taste is different from yours." "This time, I want to try your taste." "Okay, let me see." I picked a light chestnut shoulder-length curly from the catalog. "This hair looks familiar," she muttered. "When I first met you, you had this perm, like an overturned plate of spaghetti." She suddenly realized: "No wonder I seem to have seen it somewhere. Why did I like this kind of hair at that time?" "But it suits you!" I said. "I was only nineteen years old at that time, and the stars hadn't grown in my brain yet. I thought I would do many things in the future, and I thought my life would be very brilliant." She recalled happily. "You are now too." A burst of sadness welled up in my eyes, and I turned my face away. Then she asked hoarsely, "Can you read me the letter?" There are several large boxes next to the bed, full of condolence letters written by fans. I sat in the chair by the bed and started reading to her. When I left the hospital, it was late at night, and there were a few scattered stars hanging in the sky. I suddenly realized that the stars also have cruel times, like the rush of youth. At this moment, the sky was full of stars, and I found myself standing on the balcony of the bookstore, thinking about Gomel.Gemel has to go back to the hospital regularly for chemotherapy.The doctor was not satisfied with the results of the first chemotherapy, and now they are trying a new drug for her.Once a person gets sick, especially a serious one, he turns into a white mouse, ignorant of his fate. "Cheng Yun, someone is looking for you." Xiao Zhe said behind me. I turned my head and was very surprised, the one standing in front of me was Lin Ri. She came up, hugged me warmly, and said: "You are very huggable." I smiled: "You said the same thing when you first met me." "Long time no see," she said. "How do you know I'm here?" "I went to the newspaper office where you used to work to inquire. Have you forgotten that I am also a reporter?" I took a closer look at her. She was wearing an orange Indian salon, a purple shawl, and her long hair was tied behind her head. She was still so thin. "When did you come back?" I asked. "Been back for two weeks." "You dress like an Indian." "I came back from India. Have you heard of SaiBaba?" I shook my head. "He is my spiritual mentor. I went to India to listen to him. He comforted everyone's heart." She had a reverent expression on her face. I'm not surprised, Lin Ri and Lin Fangwen, sister and brother, have always been weirder than others.This time she went to India, next time it might be Tibet, and next time it might be Jerusalem. "Why did you come back?" "Lin Fangwen's bank account has been unfrozen, and the lawyer informed me to come back and deal with his estate." This sentence seemed to kick me suddenly, pushing me to the threshold of reality, and I was shocked to see the passage of time.When a person is kicked suddenly, he can't help but feel a little weak, and miss the past fondly. "Do you have a boyfriend?" she asked. I shrugged and smiled, "What about you?" She also shrugged. "Haven't your love life always been great?" I said. "Eros is not free," she said. "Did that SaiBaba change you?" "People don't change themselves because they meet another person, but because you want to change in your heart, you will notice the person who can change you. Only at that moment, your ears can hear the call from afar. She continued: "Unable to be freed from burning desires, there is no inner joy and peace." I looked at her, and it was hard to believe that this person had talked to me about sex and infidelity the first time we met. "Are you not in a relationship anymore?" I asked. "Of course not. My religion is not abstinence. I just don't have as much promiscuity as I used to. I used to think that love is a double downfall. Now I believe that love has to be improved. Two people who love each other can be raised to a higher level than the original. realm." "Does your religion say where a person returns after death?" "After death, people will reincarnate, like a circle, without beginning and without end." "So, what form will it turn into after reincarnation? Will it become a butterfly or a star?" "A creature does not reincarnate into another creature. A man remains a man, a butterfly remains a butterfly. If a star dies, it will become a star again." "However, the appearance may be different, and the old man will not be able to recognize him." "Maybe so," she said. "When are you leaving?" I asked. "Tomorrow," she said. "Where are you going?" "Go back to India." Then, she took out a check from her cloth bag and gave it to me, saying, "You can accept the money." I look at the check, it's a lot of money. "Why give me money?" "I received Lin Fangwen's inheritance, which is part of it." "Did he write a will?" "No." "Then why did you give it to me?" "This is Lin Fangwen's intention." She said. I looked at her in surprise: "Since he didn't write a will, how do you know it's his intention?" She paused and said, "I guess that's what he wanted." "When his accident happened, we had already broken up, and I couldn't ask for the money." I said. She didn't seem surprised to hear that we had broken up, perhaps because she knew her brother too well. "You can keep the money," she said. I returned the check to her: "This is your money, I can't take it." "Alright then." She reluctantly withdrew the check. Before leaving, she hugged me tightly and said: "Whenever you want to change your life, you can come to India to find me." I smile: "My life has changed." I locked the door of the bookstore and walked towards "Dudu Kitchen". Du Weiping was already waiting for me on the street. "How is business today?" I asked. He shrugged: "Ordinary. It's too cold today, people don't want to go out, or they would rather go to eat hot pot. Where are you?" "It's about the same. When it's cold, people hide." We walked in silence, and then I asked: "Have you written a will?" He shook his head: "Do you have any?" "I do not have either." "Isn't it too young to write a will at this age?" he said. "Who knows what will happen tomorrow? I also thought about writing a will." "What do you want to write?" "For example, who should leave the bookstore to, who should leave the money in the bank account, how to deal with the remains, etc. Except for relatives and my loved ones, my remains must not be seen by anyone. A dead person will look better than alive, I would rather people remember me as I was alive. Also, I want a western funeral, Chinese funeral is too noisy. Some girls will become religious because they want to have their wedding in a beautiful church , I would be religious because I wanted a beautiful funeral." "You seem to be thinking too much." He laughed. "It doesn't count, does it? It's all about arranging money and funeral arrangements. It's very realistic." "That is the will of the will." "Any less realistic wills?" "Since it's your will, you can write it however you like." "Maybe, I will turn it into a love letter and take this last chance to tell my loved one how much I love him and thank him for loving me." He smiled: "Usually, whoever leaves most of the money has already expressed this meaning." "It's different." I said, "I would like to read an affectionate confession, and a will is the last love letter." A biting cold wind blew, and I shivered. I tucked my neck into my collar and said to Du Weiping: "Would you like to eat a snake?" "Now go eat snakes?" "Eat well and sleep sweeter." He smiled at me: "That's right, I seem to be a little hungry too." Thinking that the weather was so cold, everyone hid, but the gloomy snake shop was full of people.Snakes hibernate, but people eat snakes to keep warm when they are cold.If a snake could think, would it also smile sadly? "Today we sold almost two hundred snakes." Yu Yu said while putting down two large bowls of snake soup.What I prefer to eat is actually those chrysanthemums, crisps and lemon leaves. Without these, I would not eat snakes. "Do you like to eat and drink?" she asked. Du Weiping and I looked at each other with our mouths open, eating that kind of food, isn't it terrible?I closed my eyes and shook my head vigorously. "It's a pity! It's very rewarding to be brave!" Yu Yu said. Du Weiping put all the chrysanthemums and crackers on the plate into my bowl. "How do you know I like to eat?" He smiled: "I can see it." "We don't seem to have eaten snakes together." I said with a smile. Just like I haven't visited IKEA together, I haven't eaten snakes with my ex-boyfriends.Eating snakes doesn't seem to happen in love stories.Anyone who proposes to eat snakes seems to be too vulgar and cannibalism.Later, when we no longer saw each other, it was a pity that we ate too little when we were together. After finishing her work, Yu Yu came over and sat down, took out a prescription from her bosom, and said sincerely: "Can you give this to Gemel? It was left by my grandfather. It can cure cancer." I took it, even though I knew it was useless. "Is she still undergoing chemotherapy?" Yu Yu asked. "Hmm." I nodded. "Newspapers are reporting her news, and everyone is very concerned about her." Yu Yu said. "I want another bowl of snake soup," I said. Du Weiping opened his mouth and looked at me: "You eat so much." "Would you like a massage later?" I asked. "massage?" "I've never been to a massage parlor, and I'd love to see it. Go visit Dishu! She'll give us a discount," I said. "What happened to you tonight?" he asked me with a smile. The past is far away, Lin Ri found a detached life in India, and I just want to taste the fireworks in life. When I returned to the bookstore that day, I heard a lively sound on the stairs.As soon as I walked up, Beethoven jumped up excitedly and licked me.It put on the socks that Gomel woven for it, and it moved a little clumsily, slipping on my stomach. Gamel stood there in the shoulder-length curly wig I picked out for her, and her baggy clothes, looking a little smaller than before.Her face was powdered and she didn't look sick except a little pale. "Why did you come here? There are so many people, it's easy to get infected." I said. She pouted: "It's boring at home, I'll take Beethoven out for a walk." Xiao Zhe said: "Cheng Yun, try to pretend to leave now." The tiger also echoed: "Yes! Try going down the stairs and see if Beethoven will bite you." I was confused: "Why?" Gemel smiled and said: "Beethoven is a god dog! When you are about to leave, he bites you and won't let go, just like he bit me then, then there may be something wrong with your body, you should go see it as soon as possible." doctor." Xiao Zhe said: "The big bug and I just tried it. Fortunately, it didn't bite us." Da Chong patted his chest and said, "I don't need to go for a physical examination." "You really are! This kind of thing can also be used as a joke!" I blamed them. "Come and try!" Gomel said. Beethoven squatted there, staring blankly at me with his big heart-melting brown eyes, as if he was about to test my fate. "I don't want it," I said. "Why don't you give it a try? It's like a Chinese medicine doctor!" Gemel said. "I dare not." I said frankly. She smiled: "You are so timid." "Cheng Yun, I want to hold a concert." Gomel said suddenly. "You still have a concert now? Let's talk about taking care of your health." I advised her. "It's a farewell concert," she said. My throat was choked and I didn't know what to say. "There is only one show, and all my good friends and fans are present," she said. "Don't think about these things just yet," I said. "Time to think," she said. I looked at her sadly. But she said longingly: "I will wear beautiful clothes and sing my favorite songs for everyone, so that everyone will always remember me. Saying goodbye in this way is the happiest." "Can your body hold it up?" "I want to leave with my own singing. Cheng Yun," she smiled at me: "I want to die with my own style." My tears welled up. "Before the farewell concert, I have one more thing to do." She said hoarsely. "What's up?" "I want to go back to Fiji to see my family and the place where I grew up. Can you go with me?" After a pause, she said, "I know you have been avoiding that place. Your courage Really small." I choked up and said, "Yes, I'm afraid." "Can you go once for me? You should go see it too." She made an offer I couldn't refuse. I thought I could escape that island nation for the rest of my life.She is so strange, something I have never been to, everything that happened is like a dream.I hated and feared that she ruthlessly devoured the person I loved deeply. When he went there, did he ever think that there would be a cemetery where he was buried? I thought I would never go, at least after many years, when the time healed the pain in my heart, until I was strong enough to bear it, I would be able to take a bunch of white flowers to mourn.He will forgive me for being late and understand how timid I am.Even though I've passed from one life to another, from one dream to another, I still can't land on the land that breaks my heart. But how can I have the heart to refuse an invitation from a dying man now? "Go and have a look, maybe you can bear it." On the way home, Du Weiping said. I walked in a daze. "The best way to overcome fear is to face it," he continued. "Fiji is my spell, I don't know what's going to happen," I said. "Maybe nothing happened." Then he asked me: “不去的话，你会后悔吗？” 我无法回答这个问题，无法断然说不。 “你想去的，你只是怯场。”他了解地说。 I smiled gratefully at him.是的，两年来，我既害怕也想念，无数次想过要直奔那个地方，却一次又一次怯场了。我还是宁愿跟她隔着永不相见的距离。 “我唯一担心的，只有一件事情。”他说。 “什么事？”我诧异地望着他。 “那里应该没什么东西好吃，你那么贪嘴，怎么办？” 我笑了：“我可以吃面包树的花，我一直想知道是什么味道的。我带一些回来给你尝尝。” 他朝我微笑，好像有些话想说又始终没有说。 出发的那天，杜卫平帮我把行李拿到楼下去。风仍然是刺骨的寒冷，我们戴着一样的颈巾等车。 “别忘了帮我喂鱼。”我说。 “放心吧，我不会饿死它们的。”他说。 搬去和他一起住的那天，也是他帮我拿行李的，只是，那一次的行李比较多，那天和他一起来的，还有韩漾山。 “我会比葛米儿早一点回来的，我要考试。”我说。 “有时间温习吗？” “时间是有的，只是没有你这张人肉穴位图。幸好，这次考的不是穴位，是药理。” “有想过行医吗？” “我？连你都不肯做我的白老鼠。” 他笑笑：“说不定你将来会进步。” “我只是想多学一点东西，生命太短暂了。我不想我的墓志铭上写着，这个人只会吃。” 他笑了：“如果葛米儿要在自己的歌声中离开，我也该在餐桌上告别。” “我呢，我只是想死得优雅一点，我的墓志铭或者可以写：她活着的时候虽然不算优雅，但是死得满有仪态。” 他咯咯地笑了，说：“等你回来，我们可以开始策划普罗旺斯之旅。” “又是吃？”我笑笑。 他朝我微笑，然后，那个笑容消失了，他说：“我和漾山分手了。” I am silent. 停了半晌，我问：“是什么时候的事？” “是最近的事，但是，这个想法在大家心中已经有一段很长的时间了。” "Hmm." I nodded. 我们谈话中的停顿好像变得愈来愈长，到了最后，我们唯一听到的，是彼此的呼吸声，这声音使我们意识到某种我们从前不敢正视的东西正慢慢地漂来。 葛米儿的助手开车来到，葛米儿坐在后面，身上穿着厚厚的毛衣，杜卫平帮我把行李箱放在车上。 我上了车，葛米儿调低车窗，调皮地跟杜卫平说：“我会照顾她的。” He smiled shyly. 车子驶离他身边，我回过头去跟他挥手说再见，直到他在我视野中消失。 我本来要出发去一个哀伤的地方，可是，这一刻，一股幸福的浪潮却席卷了我。上车之前，我多么想和他拥抱？他好像也准备好用一个怀抱来代替离别的叮咛。可是，我却怯场了。