MTL - Butterfly and Whale-Chapter 19 champion
"The Rongcheng Meteorological Observatory changed and issued a typhoon red warning at 15:27 on July 23, 2018. Tonight, the coastal wind force in our city will gradually increase to 11-13, and the maximum gust in Rongcheng City will reach 11-13. On the 23rd, the city will Rainstorms to heavy rainstorms, local torrential rainstorms, rainfall can—”
There have been countless reports like this recently. Jing Yu picked up the remote control to turn off the TV, drank the porridge in the bowl, got up and left the table, raised his hand and rubbed Mo Hai's head: "You wash the dishes."
This year, Mo Hai still didn't grow up, and he didn't dare to resist with puffed cheeks: "Okay, okay."
Jing Yue walked to the window. It has been raining non-stop in Rongcheng since last week. The rain seems to be a little lighter this time, but the wind is very strong.
He was thinking about something, when Mo Hai called from behind: "Brother! You call!"
"coming."
Jing Yu returned to the table, saw the name on the caller ID, picked it up and connected it, and heard Shao Yun yelling over there: "You are an idiot, why are you running around during training, Lao Wang has spoken , When you come back, I will have to peel off a layer of your skin."
After Shao Yun finished cursing, he didn't hear Jing Yue's voice. He took the phone away and glanced at it. He was still on the phone and said, "Hello? Hey!! Big Brother, Uncle, Grandfather Jing! Are you listening?"
"Yes." Jing Yue replied.
"Damn." Shao Yun asked: "Why are you going back? The Asian Games will be next month, and you are one step away from the championship if you delay by one day. Don't you know the seriousness of the matter? What are you thinking—"
Jing Yu softly interrupted his roar, and said in a very calm tone: "Today is her birthday."
Shao Yun was stunned for a moment, "I..."
"I know in my heart, I won't delay the training." Jing Yu arrived in Rongcheng in the middle of the night yesterday. He originally planned to go to the cemetery early in the morning, and then catch the morning flight back to City B. He didn't expect to encounter a typhoon. The high-speed rail has basically stopped.
"It's up to you." Shao Yun's tone eased a lot: "There is a typhoon in Rongcheng these two days, you pay attention to safety, and I will help you with the coach."
"Thank you."
"No, you helped us win more gold medals in the Asian Games. I will kneel down and thank you."
Jing Yu chuckled softly: "You adore me now...have you reached this point?"
"Get out!"
Shao Yun hung up the phone angrily, Jing Yu put down the phone with a smile, turned to look at Mo Hai washing the dishes in the kitchen, thought for a while, and said, "Mo Hai, brother is going out for a while, I'll be back soon."
Mo Hai heard this, and immediately ran out of the kitchen with foam on his hands: "My mother said that you are not allowed to go out today, because it will be blown away by the wind."
"Brother is going to do some errands, and he will be back soon, so he won't be blown away by the wind." Jing Yu looked at him: "Are you afraid of being alone at home?"
"Don't be afraid! I have Transformers with me."
Hearing this, Jing Yu was taken aback for a moment, then looked at the Transformers standing on the coffee table.
It was Mo Hai's birthday last year, and Hu Die gave him a present.
At that time, Jing Yue was worried that Mo Hai would tear it down soon, but after a year, it was still there.
It's just that things are different.
Jing Yu rubbed his head with a smile: "Okay, then brother will bring you ice cream when he comes back."
"it is good!"
Facts have proved that it is not easy to go out during a typhoon. It is about two or three kilometers away from Hairong Street to the cemetery. The clothes clung tightly to his body.
The cemetery administrator opened the window and looked over, and asked, "Are you also from the No. 3 cemetery?"
"Yes, how do you know?" Jing Yue wiped the rain from his face: "Can I go up now?"
"You can go, you just went up to one not long ago, and you also went to the No. 3 cemetery." The administrator asked him to enter the room to fill out a registration form, "But don't stay too long, the typhoon is coming soon."
"Okay, thank you." Jing Yue already had a rough guess in his heart about the people who just went up, quickly filled out the form, put on his rain hat and hurried into the cemetery.
Hu Yuanheng also waited for a whole day, seeing that the rain had subsided in the evening before going out. When Jing Yue passed by, he was already ready to leave.
Jiang Man was alone at home, he was not at ease, seeing Jing Yue, Hu Yuanheng was a little surprised: "When did you come back?"
"Last night." Jing Yu looked at the photo on the monument through the rain curtain: "I want to come back and take a look."
"It's hard for you." Hu Yuanheng covered his head with the umbrella in his hand, "There is nothing to burn this day, her mother was talking at home, and I ran to see the rain. This year, It went by so fast."
Jing Yu said "um", but didn't know what to say.
"Okay, it looks like the rain is going to be heavy again, so don't stay any longer, I'll go down and wait for you first."
"it is good."
Watching Hu Yuanheng walk away with an umbrella, Jing Yucai squatted down in front of Hu Die's tomb, his tone seemed to be joking: "It's been a year, don't you miss me at all?"
After returning to city B, he thought he would dream of her often, but he didn't.
"You forgot me too quickly."
The heavy rain was pouring, hitting the stone floor with a clatter.
Jing Yue looked at the photo on the monument and smiled lightly: "Happy birthday."
From here to leaving, Jing Yu only said these three sentences, and it was Hu Yuanheng who drove him back, and the car drove slowly in the rain.
At a red light intersection, Hu Yuanheng stopped the car and suddenly said: "Don't come next year."
Jing Yu looked at the windshield wipers that kept swinging in front of him, and he didn't say yes or no.
"You still have a long way to go." Hu Yuanheng said: "You can always remember her, but don't live in the past, people always have to look forward."
Jing Yue remained silent the whole time, like a stone statue that could not speak.
Hu Yuanheng glanced at him, waited for the red light to turn green, and didn't speak again.
Half an hour later, the car stopped at the entrance of the alley on Hairong Street. Jing Yu put his hand on the door handle and said the first sentence after getting in the car: "Thank you uncle today, I'm leaving first."
Hu Yuanheng watched him hesitate to speak, and finally just watched him walk into the heavy rain silently.
It was only when Jing Yue returned home that he remembered that he forgot to bring Mo Hai ice cream, and went to the alley to buy it. When he came back, Mo Hai had already gone to bed early.
He stuffed the bag of ice cream into the freezer, took off his wet clothes and went to the bathroom.
When the hot water poured down, Jing Yue remembered Hu Yuanheng's words, raised his head slightly, let the hot water pour over his face, his Adam's apple rolled, and something flowed down along with the hot water.
He doesn't want to forget.
Loving her is a lifetime thing.
That night, Jing Yu dreamed of Hu Die for the first time, and she was still the same as she remembered, crying and calling him brother Jing Yu, and asking him why he had forgotten her.
No…
I do not have…
Jing Yue suddenly woke up from the dream, the second he woke up he was still shouting that he hadn't forgotten, the sound of the rain in the middle of the night was very clear.
He got up and sat on the edge of the bed, reached for the schoolbag beside him, and when he was about to get the cigarette and lighter, he saw an envelope in the interlayer.
It was the first and last letter Hu Die wrote to Jing Yue before he left Rongcheng last year.
After he saw it, he kept it with him.
Jing Yu let go of the cigarette case and took out the letter.
The seal had already been opened, and he pulled out the letter paper inside. He saw familiar handwriting, and he could almost recite the content backwards.
"Brother Jing Yu:
Today is August 16, 2017. By the time you read this letter, I have probably gone to other places. (What a clichéd beginning, TvT)
During this period of time, I have always had nosebleeds and chest tightness. Two days ago, I found that I couldn’t taste the taste. Maybe I really have to leave, so I will write something for you while I am in a good mood today.
Um…
In fact, I don't know what to say, and I don't know how other people's suicide notes are written (sigh).
I know you will be very sad, but I hope you will not be sad for too long, I have not left, I have always been here.
If you look at the sunset, I am the cloud next to the sun. If you look at the moon, I am the star next to the moon.
Maybe I will still be the grass on the side of the road, the towering tree, the rain you have been exposed to, the wind you have blown, and even the air you breathe.
I will always be by your side like the butterfly in the crystal ball you gave me.
So brother Jing Yu, don't feel sorry for me, take our common dream and keep working hard to swim forward.
I will wait for you at the end of my life.
— Your little butterfly stays. "
…
A few words on the letter paper had become blurred, circles of water stains smudged around, Jing Yu took a deep breath, rubbed the end of the signature with his fingertips, feeling sad and sad came to him in an instant.
He lowered his head, tears wet the letter paper, and a few more words became blurred.
Jing Yu returned to City B a week later, and coach Wang Wang conducted the final closed training for him.
In mid-August, all Chinese athletes participating in the Asian Games departed for Jakarta.
Jing Yue, who has been rumored to have retired but is now returning to the game, is one of the subjects interviewed and paid attention to by most reporters.
In order not to affect his state, and to prevent the other members of the swimming team from having mental problems, as soon as the plane landed, Wang Wang told him to take the whole team to get on the bus first.
The Asian Games officially opened two days later, and athletes of all sports began to familiarize themselves with the competition process and venue in the remaining time.
Shao Yun and Jing Yu lived in the same room. They participated in different events, but they both competed on the same day. Later, they also participated in the medley relay.
The night before the game, Wang Wang asked them to go to a meeting, and after returning to the dormitory, Shao Yun gave Jing Yu a recording pen.
Shao Yun scratched the back of his neck, "Well, Uncle Zhang Kanghua who recorded last time heard that you came back to participate in the competition, and they recorded a few words for you. You can listen to it yourself. I'm going to take a shower first."
After finishing speaking, without waiting for Jing Yue's reaction, he took the clothes and went into the bathroom.
Jing Yu picked up the recorder, and pressed play along with the sound of water.
"Xiao Yu, I'm your Uncle Zhang. I heard that you participated in this year's Asian Games, so we asked classmate Xiao Shao to help you cheer. Come on, come on, you all say something—"
"Xiao Yu, I'm Aunt Song, I wish you good luck in the competition, um... You should be more careful when you are abroad alone. The temperature there is high, so be careful of heatstroke."
"Hey! Say something good." Jiang Zhongqiang said: "Come on, Xiaoyu! Your uncles and aunts and I will watch the live broadcast on the day of the game. Come on! Don't embarrass us!"
"Really, why put so much pressure on the children." It was Du Liyuan who spoke, and he said with a smile: "Don't listen to them, Xiao Yue, you can play normally. We will decide whether to win the championship or not. The important thing is that the competition must be as fast as possible. My best effort, don't let down my hard work for so long, and ah, your dad is also watching from the sky, if he sees you back on the field, he will definitely be happier than us."
Zhang Kanghua also said: "Yes, Lao Jing's greatest pride is you, you must swim well, we will wait for you to come back."
…
In the end, the middle-aged people who add up to two or three hundred years old almost quarreled because someone said something unpleasant, but Jing Yue listened very kindly.
He picked up the recording pen with a smile, pressed playback, and listened to the recording three times back and forth. For the last time, he didn't press it backwards again, intending to wait for the recording to automatically finish playing and stop.
The last sentence was said by Song Jinghua: "Oh, why didn't the recording be turned off."
Then there was a rustling movement, Jing Yue was about to reach out to put away the recording pen, but suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from it.
"Brother Jingyu, let's fight hard."
Jing Yue was taken aback for a moment, as if he was frozen in place, he pressed the playback button on the recording in disbelief, and kept clicking to fast-forward.
During this process, Shao Yun came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, just in time to hear Hu Die's words, "Brother Jingyu, let's go for the competition!".
He wiped his hair and stopped where he was, looking at Jing Yue's silent back, and said, "Little Butterfly sent it to me before he passed away. I want you to listen to it when you come back to compete."
"...Thank you." Jing Yu looked back at Shao Yun and smiled. This time, he didn't shed any more tears.
This year, the Chinese team ranked first in the medal table with 132 gold medals, 92 silver medals and 65 bronze medals. Jing Yue, who was expected by everyone, did not live up to everyone's expectations. The reporter wrote "The King Returning from Nirvana".
After the Asian Games ended, Jing Yue disappeared for a while, and when he joined the team again, it was already autumn in City B.
Coach Wang Wang severely criticized his behavior: "Next time you want to say hello like this again, you won't be able to find anyone, and you don't have to come back. There is no shortage of people in our team."
Jing Yue didn't argue and said, "I'm sorry, coach, I won't do it anymore."
Wang Wang still had a straight face: "Okay, let's go to training."
Jing Yue nodded, carrying his sports bag to the locker room, Shao Yun, who was hiding aside, put on Jing Yue's shoulder and followed him, "Where have you been?"
"I didn't go anywhere, I've been in Rongcheng." Jing Yu pushed the door open and entered the locker room, "Let's change for training."
"Come on." Shao Yun let go, walked to his locker, took off his clothes and put them in, turned around with his swimming cap and goggles and saw Jing Yue's back, couldn't help but swear: "Fuck." .”
Jing Yu was taking off his T-shirt with his arms raised, when he heard the sound, he asked, "What's wrong?"
"You? Tattoo?" Shao Yun pointed to the position of his right shoulder blade.
There is a whale and a butterfly tattooed there.
No coloring, just simple black line art.
Jing Yue didn't pay much attention and said "Mmm".
Shao Yun asked: "You went back to Rongcheng to get a tattoo?"
Jing Yue nodded: "Old Wang didn't say that tattoos are not allowed, did he?"
"I didn't say it, I didn't say it, but no one in the team dared to write." Shao Yun clicked: "Be careful, he was mad at you for losing contact today, if he sees your tattoo again, maybe Really kicked you out of the swim team."
Jing Yue laughed: "Then I will ask you to say a few more good things for me then."
"Go away, why didn't you think of me when you were writing?" Shao Yun pushed his arm that showed weakness: "You just rely on the old king to spoil you and do whatever you want."
Jing Yue didn't deny it, and said with a smile: "After that, if you are scolded, I will say a few more good things for you."
"..." Shao Yun slapped him directly on the back with a crisp voice.
Jing Yu frowned: "Damn..."
Before he could do anything, Shao Yun ran out with a smile: "Let's go, we're off to training."
Jing Yue looked in the mirror, there was a clear palm print on his back, and on the upper right of it were the tattoos of the butterfly and the whale.
The whale is the manuscript that Hu Die wanted to write but didn't have. This time he went back to find the tattoo artist and added a butterfly on top of the whale.
Because there is no color, it took only one month to raise it.
He hooked his hands, closed the cabinet door and walked out.
Wang Wang didn't say anything about Jing Yue's tattoo. After all, many swimmers in international competitions have tattoos. He just silently kicked Jing Yue, who was doing warm-up exercises, into the swimming pool.
At the end, he said with a cold face: "You practice hard for me."
Floating in the water, Jing Yue wiped the water off his face, put his index finger and **** together on the side of his temple and made a gesture of respect to him: "Obey!"
Wang Wang was so angry that he picked up the sports equipment that was put aside and prepared to throw it at him.
Jing Yue laughed and swam away.
Wang Wang looked at him, as if he saw the high-spirited young man from the past again.
He put down the sports equipment in his hand, and another coach in the team came over, looked at Jing Yue's figure swaying rapidly in the water, and said with a smile: "It seems that he has recovered."
Wang Wang sighed, "Yes, it's not easy."
Jing Yue was not in the water and didn't hear the conversations of the coaches. He kept waving his long arms, and his long legs stepped on the waves in coordination.
One after another.
Year by year.
On July 12, 2019, the 18th FINA World Championships officially opened in Gwangju, South Korea. Jing Yue won the men's 200m and 400m freestyle championships again, and led his teammates to win the men's and women's 4X100m medley.
This year, Jing Yu has won countless awards, big and small, and only the last championship medal in the 1500 freestyle is left before his Grand Slam journey.
In the summer of 2020, with this goal in mind, Jing Yue participated in the 50m and 1500m freestyle at the Tokyo Olympics.
If he wins again, he will be the first and youngest Grand Slam player in the history of Chinese swimming.
Because of this, almost everyone on the day of the game paid attention to the king who had returned from nirvana, hoping that he could create another miracle.
Different from the excitement and nervousness of his teammates, Jing Yue himself was very normal. Before the game, he was still joking with Wang Wang. If he really won the championship, he would have to let Wang Wang try the feeling of being kicked into the pool from the edge of the pool.
Wang Wang squinted: "You won the championship first."
Jing Yue smiled and said, "Then you agreed?"
"Go, go, do your pre-match physical examination."
Wang Wang made a gesture to replace him again, Jing Yue ran away first, then suddenly turned around not far away: "Old Wang, just wait to be kicked off by me."
"You kid—" Wang Wang gritted his teeth, seeing him running far away, he couldn't stop laughing after all.
After going through a series of procedures before the race, Jing Yue stood beside his track. He didn't know how many cameras were facing him at the scene, and he didn't know how many people were watching him in front of the TV.
He was warming up before the game, and the tattoo on his back was clearly visible under the lights.
The referee blew his whistle, and all the players stood on the track.
Jing Yue took off the swimming goggles worn on top of his head, and suddenly hooked his hands to touch the tattoo on his shoulder blades before leaning over and getting ready to go into the water.
Ears filled with eager discussions and cheers.
He lowered his eyes, staring at the swaying pool water, in a trance, as if he heard that familiar voice ringing in his ears.
"Brother Jingyu, let's fight hard!"
"beep-!"
The whistle sounded.
Jing Yue dived into the water suddenly, his slender figure swam forward in the water like a fish, he couldn't hear the cheers on the field, and he couldn't see the figures of the competitors around him.
He swam forward with all his strength, and kept turning back.
In my mind are the proud expressions of my parents, Hu Die's vivid smile, and the expectations of my teammates, coaches and all those who pay attention to him.
He wants to win.
In the last lap, Jing Yue suddenly burst into an unprecedented speed, and he quickly swam towards the finish line by nearly half his body away from the second place.
The sound of cheering at the scene almost knocked off the roof. Wang Wang and Shao Yun stood outside the arena, staring closely at Jing Yue's figure on the big screen.
"beep-!"
The whistle blew again, and the results of each contestant appeared on the big screen one by one.
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"Champion! Jing Yu is the champion!" Shao Yun yelled, raised his arms and hugged Wang Wang, his eyes were red with excitement: "Break the record! Break the record!! World record! He did it!! "
Wang Wang was shaking with Shao Yun's arms, but he was not impatient at all, his face was full of smiles: "Good boy."
Shao Yun and Fang Jiayi waited for Jing Yue to get off the track, and immediately ran towards him with the five-star red flag. Everyone laughed and made noises, surrounded Jing Yue, and the red flag was raised high.
Several people hugged Jing Yue and walked out. There were reporters who wanted to interview along the way, domestic ones on the external network, and finally Jing Yue stopped in front of a reporter who had interviewed him many times.
The reporter asked him how he felt at the moment.
At that time, there were cheers everywhere in the venue. Under countless flashing lights, Jing Yue suddenly thought of Hu Die and the letter she left him, and said without thinking: "I'm not sad, I just feel like this. Moment, with you, it will be better."
Hearing this, the reporter froze for a moment.
Shao Yun, who was familiar with the inside story, also stopped cheering, and when he was about to explain something for Jing Yue, he suddenly laughed and said, "I'm very excited now."
The reporter also laughed and said, "Then you broke the 1500m world record this time, and you are the first player to win a Grand Slam. Do you have anything to say?"
"Hmm..." Jing Yu pondered for a few seconds, raised his eyes to the camera, and said in a serious tone: "I can only say that my success can be regarded as standing on the shoulders of senior swimmers. I am the first but I will definitely not be the first." The last one, I believe in the Chinese swimming team, they will create more miracles."
Reporter: "Okay, congratulations on completing a big journey, and wish you good results in the next competition."
Jing Yu smiled and said, "Thank you."
Seeing more and more reporters gathered around, Shao Yun decisively dragged Jing Yu out of the crowd first, and after the awards were presented, Jing Yu hid directly in the lounge.
This year's Olympic Games, the Chinese team still achieved impressive results. On the day of returning home, the airport was full of fans who came to pick them up.
It took Jing Yu and Shao Yun a lot of effort to get back on the bus.
In the evening, the team arranged a celebration banquet, and Jing Yue was naturally the main target of being drunk. By the end of the game, he was already a little drunk.
Shao Yun helped him back to the dormitory, he didn't bother to turn on the light when he entered the room, there was only a little moonlight in the room.
Jing Yu was lying on the bed with his long legs still hanging on the edge of the bed. Shao Yun helped him take off his shoes, heard something vaguely, and looked up.
In the silent moonlight, Shao Yun saw a flash of water in the corner of his eyes, and he froze in place: "You..."
Jing Yue didn't speak, just raised his hand to cover his eyes, his Adam's apple rolled quickly, as if he was suppressing his emotions.
Shao Yun simply sat down beside his bed, and sighed: "I haven't seen you back in the past two years, I thought you had let go."
He still didn't speak. Shao Yun couldn't bear to look at him, but he still persuaded: "Forget it, you still have such a long way to go in your life, you always live in the past, and only you can remember pain."
Jing Yu choked up and said, "I can't forget..."
"But you have to move forward." Shao Yun said, "I know it's hard, but I think Little Butterfly doesn't want to see you like this."
Jing Yue turned sideways, remaining silent the whole time.
Shao Yun watched and didn't say anything, just sighed lightly.
In the summer of this year, Jing Yue returned to Rongcheng again.
Hairong Street was included in the government's planning and was about to be demolished. Jing Yue moved into the resettlement house resettled by the government. When he went to Mo Hai's house for dinner at night, his aunt and uncle offered to give him half of the demolition funds.
"I don't need it, you can keep it." Jing Yu put down his chopsticks: "I eat and live in the team in City B. It doesn't cost much at all, not to mention my dad has some extra."
"Then I'll help you save a fund. When you get married in the future, there will definitely be a place to use the money." The aunt looked at him, "You haven't come back for two years, this time you have to stay at home for a while."
"Okay." Jing Yu nodded with a smile.
At night, Mo Hai insisted on sharing a room with Jing Yu. Jing Yu saw him sleeping with a Transformer and called out, "Mo Hai."
"Um?"
"Do you remember who gave you this Transformer?"
"Remember." This year, Mo Hai grew up a little bit, just enough to understand the meaning of death, knowing that Hu Die will not come again, his tone became a little lower: "Sister Hu Die sent it."
"You still remember her."
"Hmm! My sister is beautiful! Buy me a lot of delicious food." Mo Hai suddenly thought of something, and his excited tone stopped after a few seconds: "I haven't seen my sister for a long time."
Jing Yue's eyes turned sour, and he said, "In a few days, I will take you to see my sister."
"Really?" Mo Hai moved in front of him, his eyes were bright.
"Yeah." Jing Yue patted his head: "Go to sleep."
"it is good!"
Jing Yue stayed at his aunt's house for three days. On the day he was going to take Mo Hai to the cemetery, he went home first. As soon as he entered the house, he saw that the mountain rose plant that was brought back from the old house was dead.
This pot of succulent was one of Hu Die's growing plants. After she passed away, Jing Yue only had it and kept it in the yard of the old house.
Maybe it was a sudden change of location, or for other reasons, it just withered away quietly.
Jing Yu stood by the table and looked at it quietly for a while, and before going out, he took the mountain rose with the pot downstairs and threw it into the trash can.
On the way to the cemetery, Mo Hai was rarely quiet, and he seemed to know that the place he was going to was not suitable for laughing and making a scene.
Today is a great sunny day.
Jing Yu stood in front of Hu Die's tomb. After one or two years, the photo on the stele showed signs of age. He raised his hand to caress the edge of the photo, and slowly squatted down: "Long time no see."
"Mo Hai said he misses you, so I'll bring him to see you." Jing Yue took out some of her favorite food from her bag, and finally took out the championship medal she won not long ago from her pocket and put it in front of the tomb. "In the past two years, I have been training hard and participating in competitions. I have won almost all the awards I should have won. This year I even broke the record and won the Grand Slam. I promised you that I should be considered to have done everything, so it is not a broken promise. gone."
"They all persuaded me to forget you, but I don't want to forget." He looked at the butterfly in the photo, didn't continue talking, and turned his head to the side: "Mo Hai, come and say hello to my sister, let's go. "
"Oh." Mo Hai obediently walked to the tomb, took out a mini Transformers from his pocket and put it in front of the tomb: "Sister, don't be afraid if you are here alone, I will keep it to protect you. See you again. Goodbye, sister."
Mo Hai walked back first, Jing Yue got up, looked at her photo, and suddenly said, "Don't blame me."
It was windy in the cemetery.
Jing Yu turned around and left here.
On the tombstone, the girl still smiled vividly, and the medal placed in front of the tomb shone faintly in the twilight.
After coming out of the cemetery, Jing Yu took Mo Hai to the sea area where he and Hu Die met for the first time. He was sitting on the shore of the reef, and Mo Hai was eating ice cream and sitting next to him.
As night fell, the voices of people on the beach gradually faded away.
Mo Hai rubbed his growling stomach, "Brother, when are we going back?"
"You want to go back?" Jing Yu turned to look at him.
"Hmm... I'm hungry."
"Then you go back first." Jing Yue said, "I won't go back."
"Aren't you coming to my house for dinner today?"
"Um."
"All right."
Jing Yu watched him walk away slowly, and called him again: "Mo Hai."
"Um?"
"What day is it today?"
"I have no idea."
"Today is August 22. If you can remember, can you come here to watch the sunset for my brother every year at this time?"
"Okay! I can remember!" Mo Hai seemed to have received some important task, and his pace of going home became much lighter.
Jing Yue watched him walk away before looking away. A full moon rose above the sea in the distance, and the wind and sea were calm tonight.
He got up and walked to the shore, and jumped like he did that night three years ago.
There was a burst of waves on the sea because of his fall, and he swam forward slowly, and there was singing from the music restaurant on the shore.
"The first single-minded, deeply convinced,
Can't live without you.
The last love is not a last resort, involuntary,
When things change and stars move, what is today and night.
I belong, you are destined.
Do not belong, my fate.
Don't die, don't wake up.
There is also a dream that can hold you tightly.
Love writes, my poetry,
Can't figure it out, my fate..."
Jing Yue floated on the surface of the sea, looked at the moon that seemed to be within reach, slowly closed his eyes, his body sank, and the cold sea water gradually submerged his head.
small butterfly.
Sorry, I can't swim anymore.
"He is a whale swimming in the ocean. One day, a butterfly inadvertently broke into his frequency."
"It was the best moment of his life."
—
butterfly and whale
Text / See you every year
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The author has something to say:
The process of writing this story was much more difficult than I imagined, not because I couldn’t write it, but because I was reluctant to continue writing.
I couldn't imagine how Jing Yue would live without her after he won the championship and fulfilled his agreement with Hu Die.
Everyone is urging him to forget, but he doesn't want to forget, this is the only ending he can choose.
The full text is over, thank you for your waiting and company, even if the road ahead is difficult, don't forget your dreams.
This article has been included in the upcoming physical short story collection. I hope everyone will give a five-star praise after reading it.
Note: 1. The beginning of the press release, some of which are from the Internet, have been invaded and deleted.
2. "In the beginning, I was single-minded, I believed deeply, and I couldn't live without you. The last love was unavoidable, and I couldn't help myself. When things change, what is today. I belong, your destiny. Not belong, my destiny. Don't die, Don’t wake up. There is still a dream that can hold you tightly. Love to write, my Book of Songs, can’t calculate, my destiny..." - Jiajia "Fate"
