Clear, drizzling.

Parking the car in a fixed parking space outside the cemetery, Zheng Hengzhao opened the trunk and took out a bunch of iris and held it in his arms. He thought for a moment and took another umbrella out of the car. Holding the umbrella and bouquet in his arms, he locked the car and turned to walk into the cemetery.

The fine rain wet his black trench coat, like ink smudged in the rain. Zheng Hengzhao pulled the bouquet and the black umbrella into his arms, and his movements were skillful, as if he was hugging someone.

In the past, it was a very clean cemetery, but today it is rare for people to come and go. As if they were finally remembered, the people in front of the tomb wiped their tears. The rain wet the blue tombstones, and the graves were separated from each other, and I don't know who cried more.

Silently quickened his pace, Zheng Hengzhao lowered his head and walked to the front of the most familiar one. Pure white tombstone with inky black text. It was the last gift he had chosen for the man.

Gently placing the lilac iris in his hand in front of the tomb, Zheng Hengzhao opened the umbrella and placed it silently on the tombstone. The pure white tombstone was topped with a black umbrella, and the lilac iris trembled in the wet rain.

There were fine droplets of water sliding over the person's name, and Zheng Hengzhao stretched out his hand and wiped the rain away one by one. Crystal rain rolled down his forehead and hit his lips with a bitter saltiness. Zheng Hengzhao squatted down and sat side by side at the same height as the tombstone. He spoke, his voice low, but with a faint smile.

"I'm coming. I changed my iris today, do you like it?"

Except for the raindrops that kept falling, only the air could answer his questions. The man didn't seem to care, he turned his head to the side and smiled at the cold tombstone, "I guess someone will give you a lily today." But you know, I'm not like them. You see, I was the only one who sent the irises. In fact, black and white are not for you...... They're all too dull. ”

Quietly lowering his eyes, Zheng Hengzhao stared at the water droplets rolling on his fingertips. After a long time, he bent the corners of his eyes and looked at the tombstone beside him in a soft tone.

"You, you're colored. ”

"Colorful Gu Shengge. ”

The rain is getting heavier.

The bean-sized raindrops accompanied by a clammy and cold wind swept away, driving away many people around. Zheng Hengzhao sat in place with his head down, his back still straight. As if completely oblivious to the rain that was wetting him, he reached out and held on to the rickety handle of the umbrella on the tombstone. Holding his umbrella high above the tombstone, he lowered his eyes, looking at the tombstone with a soft and warm look.

"I'm not leaving, I'm going to stay and hold your umbrella. I'm not at ease with weather like this to leave you here. ”

The rain drenched the man's hair, and the inky black hair was wet and sticking to his cheeks. The rain washed away him almost unable to read the name on the tombstone, and he reached out to wipe his face, and by the way, the hot wet corner of his eye was wiped off without a trace.

"Sheng Ge," he called him. His eyes are gentle, and his tone is gentle. In the pouring rain wrapped in the sound of the wind, his low voice was a little distorted, "I had a dream yesterday, I had a dream yesterday. ”

The rain swept more and more strongly, clenching the umbrella handle in his hand, the man in the rainstorm continued to lower his eyes and murmur unmoved.

"It was a good dream...... In the dream, I am still Zheng Hengzhao, and you are still Gu Shengge. It's just that everything is completely different from before. In that dream, everything started all over again in college. I saw you go to work as a singer at the age of eighteen, and then, I signed you to my company. Later, you know, I still fell in love with you. Then ......"

He smiled, narrowing his eyes a little satisfied. Standing in the pouring rain, the drenched man lowered his eyes and stared at the tombstone, gently raising the corners of his lips.

"You answered me. ”

The rain poured down, frantically washing the already empty cemetery. The wet and cold wind swept through the bean-sized rain and hit Zheng Hengzhao, he wiped his face and slowly knelt in front of the tombstone.

"Shengge, you answered me. Pressing his forehead tightly against the tombstone, Zheng Hengzhao closed his eyes and tried to raise the corners of his lips into the arc of a smile, "Since you have answered me, shall I go to you? Leaving me alone here for so long, you are really angry with me......

The familiar throbbing pain came from the heart, accompanied by hysterical colic in the stomach, which made the man gradually curl up, "I went to the temple to ask for someone, and the man said that he would not see you if he committed suicide...... I don't know where you are...... But you wait, please wait for me......"

"I smoke, I drink heavily, I don't eat and I rarely sleep...... I'm working hard, trying hard to consume myself...... Please, please wait for me...... Someday, someday I'll be able to ......"

The rain blurred his vision, and a earth-shattering dizziness struck him, gradually engulfing him. The handle of the umbrella in his hand fell off weakly from his fingers, and at the last second in front of him, the man stroked the name on the tombstone and raised the corners of his lips with difficulty.

There was a sudden thunder in the air, and the eyes of the man huddled in front of the tomb were dark, and he never lived again.

At the same time, in a villa in the suburbs of England, Zheng Hengzhao suddenly woke up in his sleep. Suddenly turned over and sat up, his sweaty back covering his forehead, clenching his fists and gasping violently.

Awakened by his lover's unusual movements, Gu Shengge, who was sleeping on the other side, rubbed his eyes and sat up, leaning over with some worry,

"Hengzhao, what are you ...... Hmm!"

Being taken into his arms by the man with all his might, Gu Shengge took a painful breath. The man's hands hugged him tightly and seemed to tremble uncontrollably, and the powerful arms that tightly encircled him seemed to melt him into his bones.

"Heng Zhao, you ......"

The warm wetness snaked down his neck, and Gu Shengge's eyes widened in shock, and he was a little unbelievable for a while.

“...... Heng Zhao, are you crying?"

"Why, why are you crying? Is it painful? Is it the stomach? The stomach pain has flared up again? Get dressed, and now we'll go to the doctor ......."

"Shengge ......"

Burying the tip of his nose deep in the black hair behind Gu Shengge's ear, Zheng Hengzhao closed his eyes, and with salty tears at the corners of his eyes, he gave a deep kiss.

"I love you. ”

- Thank you for not going too far away from me.

- Thank you for your willingness to come back to me.

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