The day Yu Jinheng died was a snowy day.
Since the death of Yu Xinyu, his health has been poor. At the age of 39, he has exhausted his energy and energy.
Anyone who met Yu Jinheng said——
He was like this because he missed his brother so much.
Of course, no one dared to mention Yu Xinyu's name in front of Yu Jinheng... After Yu Xinyu's death, Yu Jinheng became more and more reclusive. Occasionally, people in the old house remembered that Yu Xinyu had a big quarrel with Yu Jinheng, and what happened next? Happy and dispersed.
That was 6 or 7 years ago. The reason for the quarrel was very simple, and it was a person who couldn't be mentioned.
Thinking of this name, the servants of the Yu family felt a little toothache, as if they had encountered some big problem. Everyone still remembered the farce and the scene of the man jumping directly from the upstairs.
It was a Tuesday morning. Yu Jinheng’s assistant still remembered that day. Yu Jinheng, who never missed every company meeting, suddenly fell seriously ill and did not go to the company for a full week, and then stayed in a nursing home for another month.
Since then, his health has gotten worse.
And Yu Xinyu...
The assistant wanted to sigh when he thought about what happened that day.
Yu Xinyu started a live broadcast, and Yu Xinyu confessed to the camera. He kept detailing the things he had done, his selfishness, and he deliberately allowed online comments to engulf Cen Yu's evil deeds... He bit his fingers nervously , until the wrong person was found to be taken away and the live broadcast was interrupted.
Since then, Yu Xinyu has been locked up in a nursing home.
Yu Jinheng also stayed in that place.
The assistant really felt that the Yu family was cursed by something...why neither Yu Jinheng nor Yu Xinyu could get along with this nursing home.
He remembered that when he followed Yu Jinheng to the nursing home, Yu Xinyu was sitting in a wheelchair and he was wearing a straitjacket to prevent him from hurting himself when he was emotional.
Yu Jinheng just looked at Yu Xinyu.
Yu Xinyu didn't look at him. He sat by the window and looked at the big tree outside.
"...He hasn't seen my house yet." He didn't know what he was talking about.
"I planted a lemon tree. He opened the window and could pick it with his hand." Yu Xinyu was calm at this time. He turned to look at Yu Jinheng and laughed, "I heard Cen Yu talking to me. He asked I'll die."
"He didn't let you die." Yu Jinheng coughed a few times and spoke.
He looked at his brother and pursed his lower lip, "He said goodbye."
"...He doesn't even want to see me again." Yu Xinyu said, "He doesn't even want to see me again."
After saying that, he laughed crazily and said to the window, "By the way, the sea breeze was so strong that day. I saw you standing on the beach and thought to myself that you are indeed my Xiaoyu, she is really beautiful."
"But why can't I catch you?"
As he spoke, he fell into endless memories again.
Yu Jinheng looked at Yu Xinyu who was talking to herself, and finally left the nursing home.
Cen Yu's incident has happened, and there is no possibility of the variety show continuing...Sang Qianshan announced his withdrawal from the entertainment industry soon after, and returned home to officially take over his family's business. Lou Baichuan also left the original company.
Yu Jinheng could also feel that the business was not going smoothly. Both the Sang family and the Lou family were chasing him.
Three years after that incident, Yu Jinheng received a postcard from Cen Yu in the apartment he had bought.
He went to the nursing home and looked at Yu Xinyu who was sitting opposite him. At this time, Yu Xinyu no longer looked as crazy as he was three years ago. He would occasionally sit by the window and draw. The things in the picture were very simple and always the same. Lemon trees, white houses, lush greenery.
He painted a lot of Cen Yu, some even showing happy expressions that Cen Yu had never shown before.
Yu Jinheng handed the postcard to Yu Xinyu... then straightened her clothes and prepared to get up and leave.
The moment Yu Jinheng stood up, Yu Xinyu suddenly spoke——
"elder brother."
Yu Jinheng looked at him.
"goodbye."
Yu Jinheng glanced at Yu Xinyu and said, "Goodbye."
It is said that on the night he left the nursing home, Yu Xinyu's room suddenly caught fire, and the paintings and Yu Xinyu himself were killed in the flames.
No one knew what Yu Jinheng was thinking. They only knew that from then on, Yu Jinheng's physical condition became worse and worse until the winter of this year.
He was lying on the bed, perhaps having a flashback. He suddenly became energetic and went to the safe to take out a photo album.
The assistant didn't know what the contents of the album were, but he saw Yu Jinheng opened it and looked at it for a long time before putting the album back into the safe.
He lay quietly on the bed, just waiting for his last moment to come.
He seemed to see something in the dark. After coughing a few more times, he whispered the name of the figure he was looking at——
"...Xiaoyu..."
When the assistant was about to find someone to rescue him, he found that Yu Jinheng had stopped breathing.
He carefully recalled the name that Yu Jinheng had just called, and only assumed that the other person passed away because of excessive grief after the death of his younger brother.
After all, who would have thought that Yu Jinheng was calling the name of a man with whom he only had a few acquaintances and had a brief relationship with him.
…
The postcard that could not be received finally returned to Sang Qianshan's hands.
He looked at the words he had written three years ago on the postcard and felt ironic... He stopped the car and went to Cen Yu's cemetery, but he didn't expect to see Lou Baichuan there.
The other party looked dusty, as if he had just returned from a business trip.
After the two met, they nodded but did not speak.
They stood there for a long time... Sang Qianshan took out a lighter from his pocket and burned the postcard in front of Cen Yu's tombstone.
[May you be worry-free, safe and happy throughout your life. 】
Sang Qianshan watched the flames devour the postcard, and didn't let go until his fingers were burned.
He watched as the postcard quickly turned into ash and scattered in the air...
He thought that if there was a next life, this would be what he would say to Cen Yu.
