When He Qiao woke up, the sky was still covered with fog, and it was still early.
He didn't know when he suddenly fell asleep. The short sleep after the night made his brain more dull, and he lacked his usual sobriety and calmness.
In the slightly blank eyes, there is a kind of real soft clarity.
Chi Xueyan kept staring at him, so he suddenly remembered that the next morning after the wedding, when He Qiao slept until noon before walking out of the room. At that time, he was sitting on the sofa reading a book, inexplicably pleased by this look and threw aside the cold detective novel in his hand.
It's the same at this moment.
While waiting for the people around him to wake up, he thought of many things.
Chi Xueyan originally wanted to mention two side-of-side flight records on the big screen to He Qiao.
Because his skills in playing games are better than he expected.
At least, Chi Xueyan felt that she couldn't do it so easily.
He can achieve better and faster results in the repeat practice and keep setting new records, but it is difficult to 100% copy a previous flight record, even the number of minutes and seconds is exactly the same.
In the clearance ranking list of all local data, there is no trace of multiple attempts.
Under the premise of limited movement, He Qiao only tried a few times and did it, and did not alarm the sleeping person in his arms at all.
After waking up, he still maintained the same posture, even though he should have felt stiff and sore.
So in the end, Chi Xueyan did not speak, but took the initiative to get up from the sofa and stretched out his hand to He Qiao, who still had not recovered.
The tatami sofa in the game room is very comfortable, and the embrace is also very warm, but he prefers to sleep in bed.
It's just the beginning of today. He doesn't want to eat cake and keep the New Year in the difficult sleepiness.
Through the light blue morning, the two people who had not had enough sleep finally returned to the room that had been empty all night and fell headlong into the dark burgurd-red bed.
There is no ambiguous energy and emptiness, only deep sleep that comes at the same time.
Wandering in a sweet and light dream, when I woke up again, it was past noon.
The two went downstairs after washing up. The aunt waiting in the restaurant immediately went into the kitchen to be busy. No one cared that they overslept. Sheng Xiaoyue's voice had a strong smile.
"You two played the game until you fell asleep." She seemed to be seriously thinking, "Is it time to put a bed in the game room?"
He Huaili's thinking is more meticulous than hers: "It's more appropriate to put a game console in the bedroom."
"Yes, the game room is so close to your room. You are so lazy. Don't you want to move as soon as you start playing?"
He Qiao obviously didn't want to pay much attention to his parents' tease. He made no secret of his intention to change the topic and sent the most standard blessing of the day: "Happy New Year's Eve."
Chi Xueyan's eyes were stained with a smile, and she also said after him, "Happy New Year's Eve."
It was an ordinary and perfect New Year's Eve he imagined.
Start from sleeping to waking up naturally.
The next step is not to play mobile phones.
The early-prepared Spring Festival couplets, lucky characters and window flowers were all over the table. Today, I finally waited for the young people who went home for the Spring Festival to post them.
After eating the longevity noodles specially made by Sheng Xiaoyue's aunt, Chi Xueyan and He Qiao chose the Spring Festival couplets and found their favorite place to post in the large and gorgeous room.
And He Xiao.
Today, Sheng Xiaoyue didn't use her mobile phone to take photos. She asked the housekeeper to bring a special camera to take pictures of three busy people in front of the window from the room.
The happiest scene in her eyes should be recorded in the clearest way and taken out in the future. It is a precious family video.
From this angle, you can see them standing outside the house through the clear glass window.
The sun quietly sprinkled the colorful hair tips. Chi Xueyan was holding tape in his hand and was directing He Qiao to paste the word Fu to the center.
He Xiao, beside him, held a pair of Spring Festival couplets, did not move, and his eyes fell on the swaying word Fu.
He Qiao, who is holding the word Fu in his hand, is talking. The glass is so soundproof that the sound of conversation can't be heard.
It should be talking about something pleasant.
Because Xiaochi smiles beautifully.
Sheng Xiaoyue, who was standing at home, thought so, and a smile rippled at the corners of her eyebrows.
She decided to add some romantic elements to this happy long lens and an empty mirror that can add a long charm.
So she moved her camera to take pictures of the winter flowers outside the glass window and gave them a splendid and quiet close-up.
While Sheng Xiaoyue looked away, He Xiao outside the house looked at her in a daze, who was completely unaware of the scenery outside the house.
It was a complicated look that was difficult to describe clearly in words.
Chi Xueyan thought that in the distant story, the "He Bridge" that suddenly fell from heaven to hell should often stare at his parents with such eyes.
Staring at the family who know nothing about the abyss under the appearance of happiness.
Therefore, He Qiao was right before. This is indeed the most fair thing for a tooth.
It did happen very calmly.
Unforgettable nightmares often come in the good weather with light wind and clouds.
He Xiao has long been suspicious of his brother's excellent performance in his career during this period, but they are usually busy with work and rarely meet.
On the day of the rare reunion, he cared about his younger brother, who had a simple personality, in an ordinary tone: "You have changed a lot recently."
He Xiao thought he would get an answer related to Chi Xueyan, because it was the only variable in He Qiao's life.
The intonation may be full of one-sided obsession and confusion, or stupidity that is manipulated without knowing it, just like many years in the past.
But he heard a plain tone, even an indifferent answer.
"Because I'm not Heqiao."
Strange tone, strange sentences, and strange meanings.
When He Xiao was still trying to understand this sentence, he saw Chi Xueyan, who was silent, suddenly laughed.
He stretched out his hand with a smile and helped He Qiao straighten the slightly offset big red lucky character and determine the most appropriate position.
In the next thunderous narrative, the red-haired young man, who was arbitrary in every move, has always maintained a strong smile on his face.
He is an outsider outside the family, but he seems to have already known the truth and is looking at him with a slightly sarcastic look.
Then, together with another outsider, he personally pasted the word blessing symbolizing reunion on the glass window of the He family.
He Xiao became the third person to know that the world is a novel.
The darkness hidden in his heart was hastily revealed.
He heard the original end of the world, and the innocent person who tasted the pain died unexpectedly.
He found this calm He Qiao, which could not be the former brother.
Chaotic thoughts suddenly became a barren sea.
In a blank space, He Xiao saw Sheng Xiaoyue coming over with the camera and handed it to them ostentatiously: "Did I take a good picture?"
He Qiao coaxed her in the most familiar tone of his family: "Looking, the garden is beautifully taken care. Why didn't you take a picture of Dad?"
She, who has lived in happiness all her life, said in a light tone: "It's his turn next. He's busy in the kitchen. If you run over and take pictures of him, he won't be able to take pictures of you."
He Huaili, who once started his career from scratch in a snack shop, of course, can cook and his skills are very good, but he hasn't had much time to cook in person over the years. I don't know if he has regressed.
In his mother's gentle whispers, Chi Xueyan stared at her, and then asked softly, "Mom, is it okay to paste the word Fu like this?"
There was no mockery when he looked at He Xiao in his eyes, only a pure smile.
Hearing this name, Sheng Xiaoyue was stunned at first. After reacting, her beautiful eyes suddenly lit up.
"It's very beautiful!" She said it all and "It's very beautiful."
She suddenly forgot about the recording, stuffed the camera into He Qiao's hand, and rushed to the kitchen excitedly: "Huai Li! Did you hear that just now?"
Naturally, He Huaili, who was so far away, could not be heard.
But Sheng Xiaoyue couldn't control that much. She smiled all the way and forgot to hold the corners of her eyes to prevent wrinkles. She only wanted to tell her husband about it as soon as possible.
Just like many years ago, when I first heard my eldest son who was not related by blood called her mother, she was so happy.
Chi Xueyan stood beside Heqiao, quietly watched her figure disappear into the spacious house, and then went with him to get the new word Fu and walked to another window.
They didn't look at the expression of the third person again.
This is probably the only thing they committed together, and it really looks like a villain.
In the following days, He Xiao will thoroughly feel the pain that "He Qiao" should have tasted in the future.
Just like those two identical flight records.
Maybe even more so.
Because the "family members" who were completely different became two, in addition to He Qiao, a book traveler who pretended to be the second son who was favored by his parents, there was also Chi Xueyan, who did not belong to this family.
They have an unpredictable purpose and are getting closer and closer to their parents who know nothing about it.
The more laughter in this family, the deeper the nightmare for He Xiao.
Reason is always pale. Almost everyone has heard of the truth, but has not obtained a perfect world because of it.
Countless persuasions and enlightenments are not as good as a personal experience.
Experience being locked in a black and lonely cage.
Unless He Xiao doesn't care about the feelings of his close relatives at all and makes this secret public, then this retribution will fail.
But he didn't.
At the table of the New Year's Eve dinner, He Huaili, who rarely cooks, cooked a few dishes and asked his eldest son with a smile how it was compared with the taste when he was a child.
He Xiao, who was sitting with his family, had a brief moment of absent-aze, as if recalling the long-term taste buried deep in his memory.
Then he nodded and replied with a smile: It's as good as then.
He didn't say anything and pretended that everything was as usual.
He made the same choice as "He Qiao" who loved his parents deeply.
I don't want them to be sad, and I don't want to listen to them ask where the familiar son has gone, so I can only keep this black secret alone.
At this moment, Chi Xueyan sat opposite, listening to the conversation between He Huaili and He Xiao, and watching Sheng Xiaoyue pick up food for everyone with a smile until He Qiao stopped him helplessly.
Chi Xueyan's bowl is almost full.
She gave him the most delicious piece of each dish.
Because today is not only New Year's Eve, but also his birthday.
Chi Xueyan thought that no one would hate such a mother, whether she was related by blood or not.
She is like the most gentle sun, innocent and unreserved.
No matter how paranoid He Xiao is, he can't hate her.
It is this kind of perfection that can drive away all the gloom that makes his longing for the old days more untimely.
But the biological mother, who is far from such a perfect one, can only stay in the gloomy and difficult old days forever.
He can't hate He Huaili, who has worked hard for his family all his life, can't hate Sheng Xiaoyue, who treats him brightly and warmly, and he has never revealed his increasingly gloomy heart.
In the thicker and thicker spider web, "He Qiao", who was happily born with a golden spoon and naively worshiped his brother, became an innocent victim, and hatred fell on him for no reason.
The drowning man has no reason. In the instinctive struggle, he will pull the people who want to save him into the water and sink into the swamp that can't breathe.
Now, the He Bridge has disappeared, and even if it does not disappear, it will die in the future.
Will He Xiao regret it after learning all this and really experiencing the pain?
How will he face this darker spider web that suddenly fell today?
Chi Xueyan doesn't know.
He doesn't care about this matter anymore.
"Chi Xueyan" has completed the redemption, and now the retribution of "Heqiao" is completely over.
On this night, say goodbye to the old and welcome the new.
On the New Year's Eve dinner table with rich dishes, the central seat was vacated and a large cake was placed.
It is the birthday cake ordered by He Qiao in advance, which is in line with Chi Xueyan's idea. There is no need for any new birthday process, and the most ordinary cream cake.
The cream flowers on the surface of the cake are easy to guess the shape of a rose.
The lights went out, the candlelight swayed, and the hazy light made Chi Xueyan's expression very gentle.
Everyone is waiting for him to make a wish.
So Chi Xueyan closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he gently blew out the candle.
A warm voice wishing him a happy birthday sounded all around.
He Qiao fulfilled his promise and cut the cake for him.
The lover who does things in a trace of the work really divides the cake beautifully, and each cream flower remains in full bloom.
The most beautiful cream rose was naturally given to Chi Xueyan.
It's an ordinary sweetness, but it's also special enough.
Even He Qiao, who doesn't like to eat cream, ate his own piece.
Sheng Xiaoyue, who knew his taste well, couldn't help laughing and joking with him.
He Qiao continued to change the topic openly: "It's time to watch the party."
The TV is not very wonderful, but the sound is very lively.
Chi Xueyan rarely watched the boring program seriously for a while.
I almost fell asleep.
Sleep until you wake up naturally, play mobile phones, have New Year's Eve dinner, share cakes, watch TV, set off fireworks, and go to bed after midnight.
The New Year's Eve process he casually listed is nearing the end.
There are still fireworks and zero points left.
The backyard full of plants and flowers is not suitable for large fireworks, and the fireworks stick is a little childish, so He Qiao arranged in advance to set off fireworks at midnight. As long as you put your head, you can see the biggest flowers.
Near twelve o'clock, he took Chi Xueyan into the garden.
The night sky with the sound of fireworks and firecrackers in the distance was lit up from time to time, the cold evening breeze blew on their cheeks, and they were dressed warm enough.
Chi Xueyan was wearing a white coat, raised her face slightly, and stared at the distant skyline, as if she was distracted again.
He Qiao re-folded his scarf that was blown away by the wind.
It hasn't snowed all winter.
It seems that all the snowflakes are by his side.
While waiting side by side, he asked Chi Xueyan, "What birthday wish did you make?"
Chi Xueyan was quiet for a while before he told him, "I'm pretending to make a wish."
Candles will not take the initiative to help people realize their wishes, but those who love themselves will.
He Qiao didn't want to help his lover fulfill his wish, but he heard a strange answer.
He asked with a smile, "Why do you pretend to make a wish?"
"Because this is the most normal birthday." He replied, "It should be from the beginning to the end."
At the moment when he closed his eyes, Chi Xueyan did not make a wish to the candle, and he didn't think about anything.
Because he felt that the most important wish in his life might have already come true.
He thought that he should have guessed the origin of the book-traveler Heqiao.
Chi Xueyan actually wanted to treasure this unknown, because there is no God who can verify the accuracy of the reasoning results.
People can't conceive an original committee that they have not experienced out of thin air, but can only find the closest possible explanation from existing life experience.
Those clues, right or wrong, exist quietly until they are selected separately from the vast daily trifles of the sea of smoke, and under the domination of subjective intentions, they form a kind of clear narrative.
When Chi Xueyan thought of a yellow flower and a romantic comedy again, an answer naturally came to her mind.
About the origin of He Qiao, about those novel memories that are sometimes too detailed and sometimes too brief, about the news reports staged after the death of "He Qiao" and the ending of "Chi Xueyan" that only appeared, but they can be known by the current He Qiao.
The two people who walked further and further on the crossroads full of hatred fell in love with each other silently. Perhaps this love can change their next lives and return to the bright place.
But fate always likes to tease people, easily turning the eternity that is secretly expected into an irreparable separation.
Before the love was revealed, one person died in an accident, and the other person was left to wait.
The soul full of regrets and unwillingness returned home as agreed, but his loved ones could not know or hug him.
I was not qualified to hug, but later I didn't have a chance to hug.
In the same room, we can never see each other again.
The male protagonist in a comedy movie will cry and cry at the TV series he has watched together, crying for a lover who will never come back.
Chi Xueyan, who lives in reality, won't do that.
He should only sit quietly on the sofa, looking at the flashing screen for a long time. The TV is playing news or other pictures, and the endless sound portrait flows away numbly like air.
Then, one day after that, he suddenly decided on his end.
In college, a serious and old professor once taught him: "Chi Xueyan, you know how to mess around! What on earth can't you do!"
That day, he said in a very serious tone, "Yes, such as giving up messing around in this world."
For a person who has lost everything and waits alone in the world, giving up his only life seems to be the only thing he can do.
For the wandering soul who watched this scene happen but was helpless, it was too cruel to remember such a sad cause of death.
Before the breath disappears completely, Chi Xueyan will probably think: If only life could be repeated.
He won't do anything wrong again, but only focus on loving the right person.
And the other soul that disappeared with it probably also had similar and different prayers.
If life can be repeated, he wants to become mature, rational and strong.
You can protect the people you love and make no more regrets in your life.
God treated them generously and fulfilled these wishes.
Therefore, the reborn body meets again in the new world.
Two reborn bodies with clear memories.
One of them kept most of the memories of his previous life and regarded it as a novel, regarding himself as an outsider who did not need to hate.
This is the final reasoning result of Chi Xueyan, which is full of incredible fantasy, but Heqiao, who appeared with future memories, was already a mysterious miracle.
It can explain almost all the contradictions and unknowns in He Qiao.
Of course, Chi Xueyan has read many detective novels and suspense movies, it is inevitable that there will be mistakes.
One of the easy mistakes in reasoning is to think too complicated about simple problems.
Maybe everything is as simple as He Qiao said at the beginning.
He is an outsider who has traveled into the book and is kind by nature, so he takes the initiative to help the villain change his fate. He also does want to use the information in the book to develop the cause of the benefit of the masses. These behaviors have nothing to do with some regrets hidden in the depths of the soul.
The content of the novel is very complicated. There are always parts that are not important to him and have no effect on his ideals, which will be overturned, such as the love-hate entanglement of the protagonists.
And he inherited all the memories of the little supporting role "He Qiao", so he knows the past of this character best and the people "He Qiao" loved best, including Chi Xueyan's taste of eating and Sheng Xiaoyue's favorite pink rose.
Although he has lost his memory of himself, he may have been to more than one novel world, so he may have been used to this blank feeling for a long time and does not feel that there is something missing.
Anyway, his personality and ability are actually an instinct that transcends his memory. He is very comfortable when adapting to the life of "Heqiao".
It is not impossible to coexist with poor game skills and not to be good at playing games. He may be simple and smart, whether in games or career.
As for the death ending of the villain, maybe the author is too lazy to describe it in detail, or maybe he is really reluctant to write about his departure in detail.
A Yellow Flower is just a novel written by an exotic writer, romantic comedy is just a movie that is very suitable for popcorn, and He Qiao is just a He Qiao who suddenly came to this world of novels.
This answer is also valid. The reason behind many puzzles that seem to be worth investigating is often unexpectedly simple.
In the garden where the path forks, there are two roads in completely different directions to choose from.
This is a common choice. No matter which answer you believe, it will not prevent you from enjoying the flowers in front of the road.
Just like a sudden rain on a clear night, people sitting by the window listen to the sound of raindrops hitting the glass, whether to choose to feel damp and bored or hypnotic.
After the drizzling rain, tomorrow will still be a blue and beautiful blue sky.
And there is no rain tonight, only people around me ask serious questions.
"Go back to the room later. Do you want to eat dumplings? Or continue to eat cake?"
When the sound of He Qiao sounded in his ear, the bells rang in the TV almost at the same time from the open door.
It's midnight.
The old days are gone, and the new year begins.
In the deep night sky as clean as a gem, fireworks suddenly burst out.
The big fireworks are like a dream, reflected in each other's eyes.
The moment his cheeks were illuminated by the fireworks, Chi Xueyan thought of the answer to the question.
He doesn't want to choose dumplings, cakes, and the most logical New Year's greetings at midnight.
Before He Qiao said happy Spring Festival, Chi Xueyan's eyes moved away from the dazzling night sky and gently stood his feet when he looked into the depths of his lover's pure eyes.
In this long and short moment, the past is intertwined with the future, and the thin sentences seem to be too unsatto-say.
He chose to answer with a kiss.
It is no longer a public kiss that has been made in advance.
The good students who kissed for the second time will not be alienated again.
There are no sea water, lawns and roses in summer, but fireworks, gardens and family in winter nights.
Without an overly formal tie, Chi Xueyan always wants to grab something.
So he subconsciously stretched out his arm and hooked it between He Qiao's neck. At the same time, a gentle and irresistible force turned over the tips of Yan's hair and put him deeper into this embrace.
Late, real kiss.