After leaving Mount Sinai Hospital, a thin line of rain was still floating in the sky over Manhattan, lightly lapping on his cheeks, and then he realized that this was not a drizzle, but a light snow, snowflakes the size of rice grains swaying wildly along the breeze, and the dark and gloomy sky seemed to be slightly brighter.

Spread out the palm, the snowflakes fell in the palm, before they had time to observe carefully, they turned into a drop of water, leaving a faint coolness, and in a blink of an eye, the palm was full of water droplets, and the slightest chill made people can't help but start shivering.

Reach out and hail a taxi, navigate the wet city streets, and head home in the world's busiest and most indifferent city. The taxi stopped at the bottom of the apartment building, and when you looked up, you could see a warm milky yellow in the windows on the third floor, and a faint halo dispelled the haze and coldness of winter.

Walking up the stairs, Lan Li's footsteps did not stop on the second floor, but went straight to the third floor, opened the door with the key hidden in the lintel, and walked in the direction of the kitchen as if returning to his own home, and then began to look for the kettle and tea leaves, trying to make himself a cup of hot tea to drive away the cold, but his vision was full of confusion, and he had no clue at all.

Matthew Dunlop was browsing the contract documents on the computer, and after noticing the uninvited guest, his eyes shifted from the computer screen to Lan Li, quietly observing Lan Li's every move, and seeing Lan Li in the kitchen like a lost child, Matthew was not surprised at all.

If Lan Li can find a target, that's a rare thing.

Not to mention his home, even in Lan Li's own apartment, it is estimated that he can't find the location of the kettle and cup. For Lan Li, the kitchen is like outer space, everything is untouchable, strictly speaking, not only the kitchen, but also all household chores.

Matthew closed his laptop, took off the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and walked towards the kitchen, then patted Lan Li on the shoulder, "Don't stay here and mess around." You're just making everything worse. ”

"Hey, at least I'm trying. Lan Li said protestingly.

But Matthew didn't appreciate it, and complained coldly, "Sometimes, there are some things that are wise to choose not to work hard." ”

Lan Li raised his hands in surrender, "That's why I can never learn, you never believe in me, and you don't want to give me a chance to try, how can I learn?" Before the words could speak, Matthew turned his head and gave Lan Li a look, and then Lan Li closed his mouth and showed a big smile, "So, the wisest thing is to continue to maintain the status quo, which is good." ”

Turning around, Lan Li left the kitchen and lay down on the sofa in the hall.

In the same building, the layout of the third and second floors is very similar, with the kitchen on the left and the hall on the right, and the bedroom space on the back half.

However, Matthew made changes according to his own needs. The hall on the right is divided into two parts, the front and the back, with a large bookshelf.

Near the entrance is the living room, where a navy blue linen sofa is placed, with a dark brown mahogany coffee table in the center, and in the corner of the wall is still a solid wooden bookshelf that forms a right angle to the partition bookshelf, on which are densely packed with large volumes of law books.

The area adjacent to the bedroom has been converted into a study, with a large desk, neatly organized for a variety of legal papers, and a low dark red table with a small bookshelf neatly placed with countless vinyl records.

The whole space is more fully utilized, different from the spacious and leisurely downstairs of Lanli, the upstairs is a little crowded, but it also highlights the warmth of the family. However, the relatively narrow space is full of local books, and if Lan Li's collection is a bookcase, then Matthew has a library.

Therefore, every time Lan Li finished reading, he would come to Matthew upstairs to buy books.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, it looks cold and professional, there are no pillows, no entertainment facilities, no tea sets or wine glasses, it seems to consciously put away all the non-professional and entertainment props, and the hard lines and deep colors outline the professional image.

Lan Li tried to find a relatively comfortable and comfortable posture on the sofa, to relax and relax, but he couldn't find it, so he began to constantly adjust his posture, looking like an active child, who can believe that this is the "Lan Li Young Master" who has always been known for his gentlemanly manners?

But Matthew had long been accustomed to it.

When he came to the living room again, Matthew had two extra pillows and a blanket in his hands and handed them to Lan Li, and then returned to the kitchen again, the boiling water had been barbecued, black tea had been brewed, and some simple snacks had been prepared, and he walked over with a tray, and then he saw Lan Li, who had completely entered the relaxation mode, stretched his body, and even relaxed the tension with the whole person.

Matthew didn't seem to be affected in the slightest, and after putting down the black tea, he went back to the office and continued his work.

The brief commotion lasted only a moment, after which the apartment fell silent again. Matthew was preoccupied with getting back to his job, the case at hand, which they had been busy for almost four months, was now about to go to court, and there was a lot of work to be done, and he had to speed up.

The hourglass of time slowly began to flow, and it seemed that the rustling of snow could be faintly heard outside the window, and it became extremely peaceful on a winter afternoon.

"Do you hold back in this friendship because you know that this person is destined to die, or that they are destined to leave?"

Without warning, Lan Li's voice rang out, with a hint of exhaustion and weariness, resounding in the warm air of the room, like crackling firewood in the fireplace.

Matthew was slightly stunned, and did not answer immediately, but thought about it seriously.

Truth, everyone knows, you can't waste food because of choking, you can't avoid medical treatment, but life is not a theory, everyone has their own emotions, they will be hurt, they will be afraid, they will be timid, and they will hesitate, even if they know that this is the right choice, but not everyone can stick to it.

Isn't every friendship destined to be like this? Isn't it true that everyone is destined to die? Isn't it true that every person's existence is destined to become nothing? But they can't choose to give up because they are afraid of the unknown, and then stay where they are.

Since the death of Heather Cross, Lan Li has been thinking about this question for a long time.

It's not just Anne Silriman and the other kids at Mount Sinai Hospital, but Paul Walker.

He knows exactly where the future is going, and he wants to do everything he can to avoid those tragedies, and if he can, he is willing to do whatever it takes to redeem Paul's doomed end and truly change the course of history.

But, can he really do it?

Can he really be a savior? Can he really save everyone? Can he really completely reverse the theme of birth, old age, sickness and death? Can he really reverse the trajectory of fate? Can he really flapp the wings of a butterfly and set off a tsunami in the Amazon?

It's as if there are angels and demons in my mind at the same time, insisting on my own opinions, refusing to compromise, and fighting-for-tat.

Lan Li thought he wouldn't care, but today he realized that before he knew it, he was running away from Mount Sinai Hospital, and he was also running away from Paul. He is a man in two lives, boasting that he sees through life and death, and he ignores and forgets about his own situation, but for his friends, he still can't do it after all, and the fear in his heart still exists objectively.

"I will. Matthew's voice came calmly.

They all know that, according to common sense, they should not give up, and those patients with terminal cancer can't have friendship and love?

But truth is truth, life is life.

Knowing the truth of the ending, they still choose moths to fight the fire, this is not the way of aristocratic education and elite education, they should learn to rationally seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and effectively control losses, look at the gains and losses of things with a long-term vision, and learn to make trade-offs.

From the perspective of the superior, the intellect should cut off the emotion, and the ego should be sacrificed for the sake of the greater self, which is the right choice of course.

So, after much deliberation, Matthew gave his answer.

But after speaking, Matthew couldn't help but turn his head, through the gap in the bookshelf, his gaze fell deeply on Lan Li's body, and he looked at it calmly, and after a while, he added, "But, you're not me." ”

Blue Rite is always different.

If you follow the way of thinking of the aristocracy, then it is impossible for Lan Li to become an actor, nor to create miracles, let alone embrace his own freedom and dreams. Therefore, Lan Li has broken the shackles, knowing that he can't do it, but he still does it recklessly, and really does it.

With a simple question and answer, Lan Li laughed dumbly, a shallow smile was drawn on the corner of his mouth, and he sighed softly, "Maybe." ”

In a word, it seems meaningful, and the taste is intricate, difficult to describe and difficult to express.

Matthew's eyes still fell on Lan Li's body, and he waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for the next step, and then, there was a long and calm breathing sound of Lan Li in his ears, which seemed to have fallen asleep, which made Matthew raise his eyebrows slightly, not surprised at all, but just withdrew his gaze, looked at the computer in front of him in a daze, and was slightly in a daze for a moment.

Taking a deep breath, Matthew came to his senses and threw himself back into his work.

In the afternoon in New York, the snow began to fall sparsely, and with the fall of night, it became bigger and more fierce, and people's footsteps couldn't help but stay at home, greedy for that trace of warmth and comfort, and survived the cold winter.