When 051 was found, it was already three days later.
When Zhixing stood in the morgue, looking at the rotting corpse in the freezer, she walked over in a daze, "Friend, don't sleep, get up quickly, we still have time, we still have time to find the antidote...
Big deal, this time you’ll cultivate antibodies in my body! It’s me who will save you!”
"You...get up..." Zhixing stepped forward to pull him, but was stopped by someone on the side, "Miss, you can't."
Zhi Xing turned around blankly and pointed at 051, "He is my friend."
"Uh, I know, that won't work either. We have to complete the relevant procedures..." The staff member next to him had a business-like tone, obviously mistaking 051 for a homeless man who could be seen everywhere on the street.
Zhi Xing could no longer hear what the people behind him were saying. He just stared at his body, stretched out his hand, and touched his ulcerated skin.
Tears fell drop by drop.
"Fool, you haven't finished telling your story yet, how could you just fall asleep like this?"
In the story, there is his beautiful childhood, the friendship that he is proud of, and...the love that he has never been able to express...
Zhixing couldn't hold it back any longer, and cried bitterly and rushed over, "Who wants you to be smart? Who wants you to sacrifice? It should be me lying here! It's me!!"
At this time, the person lying there was just as quiet and gentle as when she first met him, exuding a calm and gentle temperament.
"We still have time! We still have time! Get up! Get up..." She cried until the end, her voice completely hoarse. She grabbed him and refused to let go.
The staff behind her had no choice but to pull her away and said, "Miss, please calm down."
"There is still time... there is still time..." Zhixing cried and struggled, "Wake up, please wake up, we still have time... I can save you... let me save you... let me
Give you my life back!!"
Her cries resounded through the cold and silent morgue. She stretched out her hands in vain, trying to grab, but couldn't grab anything. She could only look at him - that ruthless man on the training ground, that ruthless man on the training ground.
The man who carried her to a warm bed in the middle of the night, the man who risked his life to save her from the island, the man who used his life to write the music of love, is getting farther and farther away from me...
It was already evening when we returned to the old apartment that was in disrepair.
Just as Zhixing was about to open the door, someone from behind called her, "Miss... may I ask, are you Arno's friend?"
Zhi Xing turned around numbly and saw an old woman with gray hair looking at him curiously.
"Arno..." She murmured, feeling very unfamiliar with this name.
"Well, he is a very tall, elegant and handsome young man." The old woman struggled to describe him.
Zhixing reacted slowly, "Friend..."
The old woman asked happily, "Miss, are you really his friend?"
Zhixing held back the tears that were coming to his eyes, gritted his teeth, and nodded, "Yes, I am his friend. The best friend!"
"That's great." The old woman tremblingly took out a stack of letters from her satchel and handed it to her, "This is from Arno's father. He was never at home, so I had to keep it all for him.
Yes. Please leave it to him."
I took it and looked at the thick stack of letters in my hand, tears rolling down my face uncontrollably.
Back in the room, she sat down, hesitated, and opened the first letter...
This was written by 051's father. The letter was all a father's confession. Between the lines, there was deep love for his son. The last letter was sent last month. He said,
"Son, when dad goes out, I will definitely give you a happy home."
Seeing this, she clutched these letters tightly, imagining 051's happy face when she saw them, and she was already crying.
Night came as expected again.
There are many footsteps coming and going in the world, and without anyone stopping, they are insignificant. Such a tiny particle of dust does not even leave a trace. When the wind blows and smoothes the footprints, it is the same calm.
But in her eyes, he was a big tree that never fell down. He brought her life and hope. He was a friend that she could never forget in her life.
051's funeral was very simple, with Zhixing alone.
Standing in front of his tombstone, stroking the photo on it, she smiled, "Hi, friend, don't worry, you won't be alone. We have made an appointment. Every year, I will come to see you, and I will tell you a lot.
My story... I give you all my memories from now on. Let it become yours."
The man in the photo has calm eyes and a gentle smile.
Those eyes stared at her deeply, like a treasure.
*……*
Zuo Xuan and Ah Xian have been gone for two days, and everyone who stayed in the apartment building seemed worried.
Lan sat with Xiao Ji in the living room, next to the lazy black cat. Sister Liu made some snacks and brought them out to everyone, "Young master, let's have some snacks."
Xiao Ji shook his head, and Lan looked at it and quickly advised, "Young master, how can you do so little if you eat so little these days? If Master Jie comes back and finds you have lost weight, he will definitely give you a lesson!"
Hearing brother, Xiao Ji lowered his head and bit his lip, "The stupid woman is gone, and brother has left... They don't want me anymore, right?"
"Who said that!"
The sudden sound at the door startled everyone.
Everyone looked there blankly, their eyes widened, fearing that this person would disappear in the blink of an eye, and even breathing would become a luxury.
The atmosphere is strange and accompanied by suppressed excitement.
"Little Miss!" Mrs. Liu rushed over excitedly and hugged the tired girl at the door.
Immediately, Xiao Ji jumped off the sofa and rushed over, "Stupid woman!!"
Zhixing smiled and rubbed his head, "You brat, what are you thinking about alone when I'm not around? Who would want you?"
"Miss Zhixing!!" Lan rushed over and stared at her in disbelief, "Oh my God, is this true? Is it true? Or is it true? You are not...not on an uninhabited island..."
Mrs. Liu turned around and glared at him fiercely, "Xiaolan, don't talk nonsense!"
"Yes, yes, yes," Lan was surprised and happy at the same time, "Bah, bah, bah, I'm talking nonsense, I'm talking nonsense! As long as Miss Zhixing is fine, just come back..."
"Stupid woman..." Xiao Ji hugged her tightly, his voice choked, "I thought... I, I would never see you again..."
Zhi Xing smiled, bent down and pinched his little cheek, "How could I be willing to leave you? And... that guy."
Outside the house, in a black car, a pair of deep eyes followed her closely until she disappeared into the apartment.
From the front, Mi Zun turned around and said, "Boss, we have followed you all the way until now, and are you just letting her go back like this?"
Leng Yiran slowly withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, suppressed the complexity there, and said in a cold voice, "Let's go."