Chapter 133

During the three days I fell asleep, Fu Tong had a very long dream.

There is boundless gray in the dream, the whole world is gray, and I can't see anything clearly. He walked aimlessly in this gray. After a few days, he saw many fragments scattered with glimmers.

The depths of the fog gradually floated out.

Fu Tong saw himself, or in other words, Meng Qi.

Meng Qi was happy and Meng Qi was desperate and collapsed.

He was reflected in the fragments, wrapped around the left and right, like a movie belt, and circled around Fu Tong bit by bit. Half bright, half gray and silent. Two extreme lives belonging to the same person are just like this.

It was put in front of him at the same time.

Fu Tong couldn't see his expression at that time, but he knew that it wouldn't look too good.

Because he felt very sad, heavy and depressed, his heart seemed to be falling down.

He was so disgusted with this feeling that he didn't want to see it, but his whole body seemed to be manipulated by an invisible thread. His vision could not be turned away. He could only watch more and more fragments appear in front of him, and pieced together two

Different Mengqi.

Laughing and tears, joy and collapse, freshness and numbness.

One side contrasts the other side, making the bright side brighter and the gray side worse.

Fu Tong looked at him silently. When the fragments were screened to the end, he heard a sound coming from the depths of the gray fog and asked him deeply.

"Left or right, if it's you, which one would you choose?"

While the voice sounded, the fragments on both sides scattered into stars and rushed into the distance, gathering two small people there, Meng Qi holding flowers in his hands, smiling sweetly, and on the other hand, he was covered in bruises and covered in blood.

and the soil Mengqi.

They stood in the smoke and extended their hands to Fu Tong together.

One person treats you with flowers, the other person can only welcome you into the dust.

Fu Tong looked at them in a daze, and for a while, he heard the sound again.

"Come on, tell me which one do you choose, or which of them do you think is you?"

Of course it is on the left, Fu Tong thought.

He has always been a lucky person, with a family and a person who prefers him. How could he be as lonely and embarrassed as the people there?

No.

The one who is smiling, who looks carefree and carefree for a lifetime is him.

It should be him.

Fu Tong looked at the person with a smile on his left, as if he was bewitched, and walked towards him step by step, very slowly, and every step seemed to have used all his strength.

Meng Qi was not in a hurry, and stood there with flowers in his arms, watching Fu Tong get closer and closer to him.

When Fu Tong finally walked up to him, he smiled, the two dimples on his cheeks were faintly visible, very sweet and soft: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, why are you here now?"

The sound was soft and glutinous, and the flowers in his hand were slowly delivered to Fu Tong at the same time.

Fu Tong didn't answer.

He looked at the person in front of him silently. He didn't say anything after a long time. Meng Qi didn't urge him and waited quietly. After a while, he suddenly felt a little water droplet gently falling on his hand.

.

After a brief warmth, it is instantly cold.

Meng Qi paused and looked up at Fu Tong. He saw that the person in front of him was at some point or why, and suddenly cried.

Tears flowed.

Meng Qi was stunned and looked at him at a loss: "Why are you crying?"

Fu Tong shook his head and didn't say anything. His tears couldn't stop falling, falling on Meng Qi's hands, like broken pearls.

Meng Qi looked at it, and gradually seemed to understand something, and he became silent. People were still smiling, but the smile in their eyes dissipated. After quietly looking at Fu Tong over there for a while, he suddenly started to laugh.

Once again, he sent the flowers in his hand to Fu Tong.

"Hey, Huahua is given to you, stop crying, okay?"

This time, he finally heard Fu Tong's voice.

"……No."

Fu Tong took a step back and avoided the flowers he sent to him, and said hoarsely, "I can't ask for it."

What he said was that you can't want it, not that you don't want it.

At this moment, the smile on Meng Qi's face finally faded as the smile in his eyes. He took back the flowers and looked at Fu Tong with calm eyes. He also asked him softly: "Why?"

Why?

Fu Tong looked at him, then looked at the figure curled up on the other side from afar, smiled, and mocked indescribably: "Because, that's where I should go."

This was already known when he saw half of the fragments on both sides.

How could you not know?

In his life, he lost too much and had too little, so few that he only had some insignificant memories left, which were integrated into his bones and engraved in his soul. He could not forget it, nor could he bear to forget it.

He told him that the person who looked carefree and worry-free for a lifetime was him, but his heart told him that Meng Qi, who was covered in wounds and embarrassed, curled up in the dust, was him.

...

He couldn't even lie to himself.

There is nothing to do.

Fu Tong looked at Meng Qi, and the gray mist was wrapped around him, gradually spreading around the two people. Half of Meng Qi's face was hidden in the smoke. Fu Tong couldn't see his expression clearly, and could only hear his voice, and was silent around him.

The quieter inside.

“Is it that important to be true or false?”

"Since you like it, won't you stay?"

And this question has been answered step by step when Fu Tongchao Meng Qi came.

He looked at Meng Qi with clear eyes and said nothing, but just shook his head gently.

After getting Fu Tong's answer, Meng Qi lowered his eyes and his eyes fell gently on the flowers in his hand.

The flower was specially picked for Fu Tong when he came. It was so beautiful when he first picked it. The petals were covered with water droplets, bright and gentle. Now that it has been separated for a long time, the edges of the petals have seen the withered feeling.

Like his life for many years.

He lowered his hands and stroked the petals: "Then why did you come here?"

As soon as I asked, I got silence, just like when Fu Tong had just walked to Meng Qi.

At that time, Meng Qi did not urge him and waited quietly. At the end, he saw a little water droplet that was hitting his hand.

This time, Meng Qi didn't urge him, but waited quietly. At the end, he heard Fu Tong's voice sounding, a few light words.

"I miss you very much, Meng Qi."

He stood in the dust and said to himself in such a light voice, I miss you very much, Meng Qi.

Unexpectedly, this would be the answer. Meng Qi stopped and stared at Fu Tong in a daze, his eyes very complicated.

Suddenly, the surroundings became quiet again, and it seemed that there was a wind. The smoke surrounding the two of them was blown away by the wind. Without the cover of the smoke, Meng Qi's appearance became clearer in Fu Tong's eyes.

His eyebrows and eyes are clear and his eyes are soft.

He is laughing.

It is bright and beautiful, just like many years ago when Fu Tong wanted to go back the most.

"Then go."

His voice was still gentle. He hugged the flower and gently brushed Fu Tong. Looking at it casually, it seemed like a hurricane was storm, sweeping Fu Tong backed back sharply.

The rustling wind sounded around, and the strong wind swept through his eyes, making his eyes hurt. Fu Tong closed his eyes and waited quietly in the strong wind. When the wind finally stopped and everything returned to silence, he opened his eyes and saw the first look.

I saw Meng Qi.

The embarrassed Meng Qi.

He curled up there, heard the sound, turned to look at Fu Tong, his face covered by blood and mud, and only his eyes were still clear, but there was no light, and he was extremely decayed.

And these gray eyes rekindled the star dots when they saw Fu Tong.

"You're here."

He stood up, stepped on the mud and bones everywhere, and slowly walked towards Fu Tong as he did when he walked towards another Meng Qi before.

One step, two steps, three steps... Before Fu Tong could not count it, he finally stopped in front of him.

The two of them looked at each other in silence. After a while, it took Meng Qi to laugh first.

The tears in his eyes, the smile trapped in the blood-stained mud, was still shining brightly and still so beautiful.
To be continued...