Minghao sat in front of him, looking at him quietly with picturesque eyebrows, full of heartache and pity.
"Xu Chuanyang, you don't want to eat and sleep well, do you?"
Xu Chuanyang shook his head, held his face in surprise, and looked at it again and again in disbelief, "Minghao, is it you? Am I not dreaming?"
Minghao just smiled, his watery eyes reflecting the sparkling moonlight, and his slender fingertips rubbed his face, "You know what? I'm really worried about you looking like this."
"I'm fine, I'm really fine, as long as you are willing to come back." A smile bloomed on his face like a flower. He hadn't had such a heartfelt smile for a long time, "Minghao, don't leave anymore."
Minghao's eyes dimmed little by little, and his fingertips gently rubbed his eyebrows, "You have lost a lot of weight."
Xu Chuanyang held his hand and said, "Don't you like it? Then starting from tomorrow, I will work hard to gain weight."
"The body is strong, but what about here?" His hand stopped on his chest, "Xu Chuanyang, can you control your heart? Can you let it contract and swell freely?"
"I can, as long as you come back, I can." Xu Chuanyang suddenly hugged him hard, "Promise me not to leave me again, please."
Minghao slowly closed his eyes, and a tear slipped from the corner of his eye. How much he longed for the warmth of his embrace, how he wanted to cling to the air and be inseparable from him.
"Xu Chuanyang, you also promise me to forget me and try to love someone again. Besides me, there is someone in this world who you can cherish and love and accompany you throughout your life."
"No, I don't want anyone else, I just want you, don't leave." Xu Chuanyang hugged him tightly, fearing that he would suddenly disappear from his eyes, and his body was trembling with fear.
Minghao patted his back gently, "You know very well that it is impossible for me to come back. Fool, don't wait any longer and let me go in peace."
"No, don't." Xu Chuanyang hugged him harder, like a child afraid of losing his beloved, "I will not let you leave, never again."
Minghao picked up his hand and put it on his chest, "If you touch this place, there is no heartbeat. Don't deceive yourself anymore."
He didn't speak, and there was no movement in his chest under his palms.
"Live well and don't be entangled in the past. I will watch your happiness from above. Only then will I feel at ease." Minghao pushed him away gently, leaned down and kissed his forehead, "I envy Ling so much.
Mobei, if I had dared to love and hate like him, maybe we wouldn't have any regrets. However, I don't regret having loved you, and I don't regret it."
Minghao looked at him and smiled, with deep nostalgia and reluctance in his beautiful eyes, "Farewell, Xu Chuanyang."
"Don't go." Xu Chuanyang hurriedly grabbed his hand, but his hand passed through the air, and his person turned into a phantom in front of him. He watched helplessly as his hand passed through his body, a void
.
Minghao slowly stood up and floated into the air like light smoke. He looked at him and stretched out his hand. He wanted to grab his hand, but he only caught air.
"Minghao, don't go, don't go." Xu Chuanyang chased after him until he reached the window. Minghao always had a slight smile on his face, and his figure floated out of the window, spreading out like smoke. The moonlight was like water, and he
It just disappeared without a trace before his eyes, leaving behind a clear sky and a sky full of stars, as if he had never been there.
"Bang"!
The sound coming from the living room suddenly woke Xu Chuanyang up.
"Don't leave." He sat up from the bed suddenly. He saw an empty room in front of him, and the windows were closed. There was no trace of Minghao.
He was stunned for a long time before he was willing to believe that this was a dream, but this dream was so real, as real as if he had really come back.
He slowly curled up and covered his eyes with his hands.
The woman held the cup and pushed the door open. What she saw was exactly this scene. A man huddled in the moonlight, covering his face with his hands, crying.
How much grief should be needed to make such a man cry, and what kind of person should be able to make him dream about her.
She accidentally dropped the water glass, but unexpectedly saw this scene, and silently closed the door. The woman finally knew that this man's heart was like steel, and no one could break in again.
At the same time, Ling Mobei was sitting by the window, looking at the night outside the window. At this time, it was already early morning in China, and the nightlife here had just begun.
He raised the keychain in his hand and let the bullet float around with the moonlight. He didn't know that he would really have the courage to leave, but in the end, he did it anyway because he knew that Xu Chuanyang
There is another person in his heart, deep-rooted, and now he has no chance of reopening his heart. He must grow up, so that he can be qualified to stand in front of him again and let him know him again.
He closed his palm and held the keychain tightly in his hand.
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Five years later!
It has been five years since I left Ling Mobei.
Five years is a blink of an eye, but only those who have experienced it know how long and bitter it is.
A sudden snowstorm hit southern China without warning, and the number of people affected has reached 100 million.
The troops launched a full-scale disaster relief operation. Xu Chuanyang and Ye Hanxuan led a group of elite troops to the city C, which was the most severely affected.
The snow is vast, everything you see is covered with thick frost, traffic is paralyzed, communications are interrupted, food supply has become the biggest problem, and with the continuous low temperature weather, more and more people are affected.
The troops cooperated with local departments in clearing snow and settling the affected people. At the same time, various countries also extended a helping hand and sent manpower and materials to rescue.
In front of the makeshift tent was an iron pot with snow water boiling in it. The soldiers used the water to keep warm and make noodles.
Xu Chuan, Yang Zheng and Ye Hanxuan were studying the topographic map of City C and preparing to relocate the affected people.
A soldier hurried in to report that a soldier was injured by an ice pick during disaster relief and needed emergency evacuation.
When Xu Chuanyang arrived at the scene, everyone was struggling to carry the injured soldier into the car. The huge ice pick penetrated directly from his thigh, and the blood around the wound had solidified.
"Are there any medical staff?" Xu Chuanyang asked the security officer beside him, "The traffic is paralyzed. We can only rely on manpower to transport people to the hospital. If there is an accident along the way, I am afraid that the leg will not be saved."
As a soldier, he knew that if he lost a leg, his military career would probably end.
The guard shook his head helplessly, "The medical staff are limited now, and we won't be able to recruit people for a while."
Xu Chuanyang scolded with a serious expression, "Even if you can't mobilize them, you still have to mobilize them. I can't just watch my troops become useless."
When the guard saw him getting angry, he was so frightened that he dared not speak out. At this time, he only heard a clear voice, "I am a doctor."
Xu Chuanyang raised his head, looking for his voice, and couldn't help being stunned.