Song Yuge kept his agreement with Hu Xiang and gave up the game. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info One step away from the championship, because of him and turned into a cloud of smoke.

Is it worth it? On the day of the finals, Song Yuge watched Hu Xiang write a novel, and the corners of his mouth twitched with a bitter smile.

Song Yuge expected that her abandonment of the competition was angrily reprimanded by the head teacher. Unexpectedly, Hu Xiang also abandoned the final that day!

Song Yuge listened to the news of Hu Xiang's abandonment in disbelief, and tried his best to deny it in his heart. On that day, Hu Xiang almost begged her to give up the game is still vivid, how could he give up the final?

He said he needed that bonus!

Walking out of the office in despair, Song Yuge couldn't suppress his anger when he felt cold about Hu Xiang's abandonment.

Song Yuge hoped that Hu Xiang could give her an explanation. But she waited for a long time, and she didn't see Hu Xiang again until the summer vacation came.

Song Yuge, who was unwilling, finally got Hu Xiang's home address from the head teacher after trying his best.

When he found Hu Xiang's home, Song Yuge was disappointed to find that the house had already been empty. But it's not completely without gains, at least Song Yuge confirmed that Hu Xiang's life is really poor.

Even the houses are dilapidated houses that are rare in the city. No one would choose such a residence unless they were forced to do so.

Song Yuge picked up a few confetti at the corner of the house.

Some are broken pages of magazines, some are broken pages of books. Song Yuge recognized that the magazine was the one that had published Hu Xiang's novels, and the book was the book in which Hu Xiang wrote novels.

The confetti was spread out on Song Yuge's palm, like an abandoned child, lonely and miserable.

Touching the confetti in his hand, the tip of Song Yuge's nose was sour, numb, and wanted to cry.

"Why are you here?" When Song Yuge was mourning, a suspicious indifference voice came from behind him.

Song Yuge turned around and met Hu Xiang's gaze. She could see clearly that his eyes were badly swollen and red, and there was still a little moisture in the corners of his eyes.

For a moment, her breath was inexplicably suffocated.

In a trance, Song Yuge remembered the nonsense that day when he walked out of the hospital and hid in the alley and secretly cried. She thought, he was not much different from the embarrassment at this time, right?

Looking at the sorrow that Hu Xiang was trying to suppress in his eyes, Song Yuge seemed to understand that his indifferent appearance was just to hide his fragile heart.

When Song Yuge walked into his house with Hu Xiang, he couldn't help but be shocked by the wolf in the house.

The floor was littered with shredded manuscripts of the novel, mixed with a lot of confetti of colorful magazines. A thick layer, like a needle tip half piercing the ground, Song Yuge was a little painful.

She leaned over and grabbed a handful, muttering in a somewhat muffled voice, "Why? She doesn't understand, the former Hu Xiang regarded these manuscripts as his life! The handwriting on the white paper was written by him one by one, but at this moment, it was almost like a pile of waste paper.

Hu Xiang sat on the only wooden bed in the room, stomped on the confetti on the ground with his self-deprecating, and said with a little tiredness: "It's useless." He's dead, and no matter how hard I try, it's useless. ”

There seemed to be a yin wind blowing, and Song Yuge trembled.

"You know, Song Yuge. How I hate words. But because of my dad, I had to put my hands up and write. ”

"I lost my mother ten years ago, and four years ago, when my dad got cancer, I vowed to bring him back on my own."

"But I've been working hard for four years, and as long as I win that essay competition, I can get him to be treated. But...... But just an hour before the final, he left, forever away from me. ”

Hu Xiang choked up, he wanted to cry, but no matter how sad he was, it was difficult to squeeze out a tear in his eyes. In the blink of an eye, all he felt was a tidal wave of tiredness and a pain in his eyes.

What does it feel like to be without relatives in this world? If you haven't experienced it, you'll never feel it.

Hu Xiang weaves one world after another with his pen, but his own world cannot proceed according to his own wishes.

Song Yuge looked at Hu Xiang who was huddled in the corner, she wanted to step forward and hug him and give him a little comfort. But in the end, she just bent down and numbly picked up the confetti on the ground.

"Your dad doesn't want to see you give up on yourself like this! He's gone, but you're still alive! Song Yuge didn't have the courage to hug Hu Xiang, and the only thing he could do was to say some chicken soup for the soul that had no substance.

Such a cowardly self made Song Yuge feel a little angry.

Hu Xiang fell silent. After a long time, when Song Yuge gathered half of the confetti in the room together, when he looked up, he found that Hu Xiang had fallen asleep at some point.

Slightly stunned, Song Yuge stood up cautiously. After hesitating for a moment, she bit her lip and walked up to Hu Xiang with determination, wrapping her arms around him.

When he let go of his hand, Song Yuge vaguely heard the loud dream, the constant repetition of "I'm sorry", like a child who had done something wrong begging for forgiveness.

The moment she stepped out of Hu Xiang's house, she knew that she had forgiven him. Forgave him for the bad he had done to her in the past, and forgave him for abandoning the race. Just because, she didn't know when, he had hidden in her heart.

Song Yuge didn't expect that that meeting would become a farewell between him and her.

Hu Xiang was like a piece of gravel, which flowed out of her world from then on.

He asked Liu Yi to hand over a letter to Song Yuge, and there were only eight words in the letter: If there is an afterlife, you will be returned to the first life.

The letter slipped from his hand, and Song Yuge's eyes were already blurred with tears. She took out a few broken pages from her desk, looked at the dense transparent tape and the cracks under the tape, and silently thought in her heart: Hu Xiang, you have to live well in the future!

Since then, Song Yuge rarely smiles anymore and is obsessed with novels.

A passage of text, the road is full of joys and sorrows, and the world is warm and cold. Occasionally reading about the sad part, she would remember the boy named Hu Xiang. Guess if his life was fine at the beginning, or if she took the initiative, would the ending change at this moment?

But no one will know. Hu Xiang once promised Song Yuge that as long as she gave up the essay competition, he would take her to climb the Yellow Crane Tower once, stand by the river, and the two would have a couplet competition again.

But now, this agreement has become her regret, his empty words.

Many years later, or under the influence of years of reading novels, Song Yuge, who graduated from university, chose to enter the editing industry.

And this year, the author Nian Yu, whom she had been reading for many years, died suddenly at home after writing a novel.

When he saw the news, Song Yuge was stunned in the studio. In her mind, a series of thunderclaps rang out.

Song Yuge, who received a call from Liu Yi the next day, hurried to the café agreed upon by the two. After the two were relatively silent for a while, Song Yuge took a stack of photos handed to her by Liu Yi.

Underneath the photo is a blue and red book.

The photo is a landscape photo, a different landscape, the same people. The last one is by the river in the Yellow Crane Tower.

"His funeral is six days later, and you'll come." Liu Yi's expression was slightly complicated. Pursing his lips, Liu Yi got up and walked towards the outside of the coffee shop.

When passing by Song Yuge, Liu Yi paused slightly, pointed to the book in front of her and said, "That was written by him for you." Before closing his eyes, he told others that the only regret in this life was that he owed someone a trip. ”

Glancing at Song Yuge, who was glazed over, Liu Yi sighed and walked away silently.

She always knew that the author named Nian Yu was Hu Xiang. Just because he was afraid of his self-esteem, Song Yuge chose to hide in the dark and watched him silently.

It's just that...... Song Yuge touched the corner of his eye and blinked twice vigorously to make his vision a little clearer. She stroked the smiling boy in the photo in her hand with her fingers, refusing to believe that he had passed away.

When he squinted his eyes over the book on the table, Song Yuge suddenly smiled. As the corners of his mouth twitched, the condensed tears were finally no longer controlled, and they flowed down desperately.

Hu Xiang, this time my life is gone, and the grieving person has been replaced by me.

Song Yuge held the book and photos in front of his chest with his hand, and his eyes were closed, as if he never wanted to open them again.

On the day of Hu Xiang's funeral, Song Yuge did not attend.

She held the last book "Nian Yu" written by Hu Xiang and looked at his posthumous photo from afar.

Song Yuge flipped over the photo taken by Hu Xiang standing by the Yellow Crane Tower in his hand, and a sentence was written on the back.

What you owe in this life, may you pay it back in the next life.

Song Yuge smiled in tears, she wanted to ask Hu Xiang, is it a trip or a lifetime of companionship? If they can really meet again, she must tell him - love each other in the next life, not in this life