these years

They stayed in the cemetery that night.

In the guest room of the cemetery, Wang Lijun slumped onto the bed without even taking off his shoes—thanks to the coffin, he had strained a lot of muscles.

Qiao Weidong opened the door and came in. He held a basin of hot water between his wrists, a towel on his forearm, and squeezed a bottle of bruise oil between his fingers.He put down the basin, put the towels on, and put the traumatic oil on the head of the bed. He pulled Wang Lijun to signal him to get up.

Wang Lijun tried to get up, but he didn't know which muscle was stretched, and he groaned again, his voice was painful.Hearing this, Qiao Weidong helped him to sit up quickly, and then helped him take off his shirt. The gesture was so considerate, like a good wife serving a man returning from pulling a rickshaw.Wang Lijun stretched his hands back and let Qiao Weidong remove his clothes. He had been drenched in the rain for a day, and he might have a little fever, his mind was confused, and all the embarrassment disappeared. It should be like this, like a husband like a wife, helping each other.

Wang Lijun looked out the window, watching the rain hit the glass, he didn't look back, he only heard Qiao Weidong tidying up behind him, shaking his shirt loudly.After a while, he felt a hand pressing on his back, the temperature of that hand was higher than his, and he used medicinal wine, like the master Du Nei Li in a martial arts novel, the wine and heat scorched his body together.

Wang Lijun hummed in comfort, his eyes were half-closed, and his upper body could hardly stand upright. Qiao Weidong saw that he was so tired, so he helped him to lie down slowly, and then pulled the quilt to cover him.After being rained and tired all day, he finally felt comfortable now. Wang Lijun almost fell asleep, but he remembered something again and insisted on scrambling to say something.

Qiao Weidong was rubbing the towel when he heard Wang Lijun mumbling, so he turned around and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Wang Lijun snorted twice, and said again: "I, say, why did Lao Jin die? He is dead, so I will soon..."

Qiao Weidong wrung out the towel, walked to the bed, and wiped his face: "What does his death have to do with you?"

Wang Lijun covered himself with a hot towel and felt extremely comfortable. He said happily, "Old Jin and we are of the same generation. When he died, half of my body was buried in the earth."

Qiao Weidong turned around and went to rub the towel again. While rubbing, he said, "Nonsense, he's a whole generation older than us."

Wang Lijun tilted his head on the pillow, just looking at him: "But we are all from that era."

Qiao Weidong asked him sideways while twisting the towel: "What year? 80s, 90s?"

Wang Lijun smiled: "The best era."

Qiao Weidong also smiled.He wiped himself with a hot towel, first wiped his face, and then wiped it. He felt too comfortable, so he simply took off his shirt and began to wipe his body.

Wang Lijun's eyes were half closed, as if sleepy, but he still insisted on muttering: "If I die, I can't be so useless... I want to hold two funerals, one in Beijing and one in Hong Kong, and I will invite many, many people to come. .”

Qiao Weidong asked: "Then what should we do? First set up one in Beijing, then fly you back to Hong Kong, and then do another one? Doesn't that person stink?"

Wang Lijun said: "Don't interrupt me! I can't die in the heat. I want to die in winter. It's better to die during the Chinese New Year. When it's the coldest, it won't rot. My coffin needs sixteen people to carry it." , I don’t want wood, I want a crystal coffin, when you escort me from Beijing to Hong Kong, everyone can look up to me on the way, and it’s Chinese New Year, fireworks can be set off along the way, I don’t know if it’s to celebrate the New Year or to commemorate My death day..."

Qiao Weidong wiped his waist.He smiled and said, "I might as well give you another embalming treatment and put it directly in the memorial hall."

Wang Lijun was also happy: "The love is good, and it will last forever." After saying this, he fell asleep quickly as if he had been electrocuted.

Qiao Weidong was left speechless by these thoughts.After being dazed for a while, he turned off the light, lifted a corner of the quilt, got in, and slept on the other side with Wang Lijun. The two of them seemed to be separated by three bowls of water, purer than Liang Zhu's love story back then.Qiao Weidong looked at Wang Lijun's side face, and suddenly felt infinite sadness. He thought, Wang Lijun was thinking of going to the earth, but their relationship has not yet settled down. Does this love have to wait until after death to have a status?Qiao Weidong thought again, if Wang Lijun died first, he would definitely publicize their hobbies, maybe make a movie to record their love and hatred over the years.Because as long as Wang Lijun is still alive, he will definitely not be allowed to do this, because Wang Lijun values ​​​​reputation more than anything else.

——If one has to die on one thing, then Wang Lijun must die on fame.Qiao Weidong couldn't figure out what to hold on to in fame.For so many years, Wang Lijun's reputation is not very good. He has been rumored to be involved in the Hong Kong gangsters, and there are even rumors that he is used to raping actresses, and Zhong Weihong is one of the victims. What is there to cherish about such a reputation?After thinking hard for a long time, Qiao Weidong figured it out, oh, he cherishes my reputation.

It seemed that there was an invisible hand that crushed Qiao Weidong's internal organs, he thought fiercely, actually I don't care about this kind of reputation!He burst into tears all of a sudden, so he shook Wang Lijun violently while pulling out paper—he must analyze it in person and prove his innocence.

Wang Lijun just fell asleep, and was woken up again, he said angrily: "What's wrong?"

Qiao Weidong burst into tears, and spoke intermittently: "Brother... I'm just telling you, I, I'm divorced..."

Wang Lijun pulled out a hand from under the quilt, put it on his eyes, and had a splitting headache: "What happened? The relationship is not good? When did you leave?"

Qiao Weidong wiped it with a napkin: "...I left very early."

Seeing him crying, Wang Lijun woke up from fright, turned over and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Qiao Weidong cried until his head ached, so he pinched his brows with his hands: "After my mother passed away... I divorced her because it was an agreement...a marriage by agreement, brother, do you understand?"

Wang Lijun opened his mouth halfway, and was stunned. After a while, he scolded: "Go and play with me! Are you sick? Did you get married because of your mother?"

Qiao Weidong raised his head, he finally stopped sobbing, and just said: "This marriage is for you, if it weren't for you, I would have nothing to worry about." He added another sentence in his heart, but There is no love at all.

Wang Lijun stared at him in disbelief, and after a while he said, "What about your son?"

Qiao Weidong replied, "Follow me."

Wang Lijun asked: "Didn't the mother steal the child?"

Qiao Weidong hesitated to speak, and finally said: "It was originally an agreement. How much money will I give her to ensure that she graduates and goes to graduate school, and she is responsible for my fake marriage and having children--" At this point, he had to prove his innocence , and continued, "We are test tubes made, brother, do you understand?"

Wang Lijun was furious: "I understand a fart! You, you, you, who are you sorry for?"

Qiao Weidong didn't answer the words, just buried his head deeply, he didn't like to apologize, he always did this when he made a mistake.

After a long silence, Wang Lijun opened his mouth first. He asked, "Then what are you going to do?" He intended to ask how the family would run in the future and how the child would be raised, but unexpectedly Qiao Weidong said He said: "Brother, I will never get married again, I will just guard you and make movies for you."

Over the years, Wang Lijun's heart has been tortured, and I don't know how many times it was broken. Every time, he squeezed it with blood and tears, and put it there, no one can touch it. Now he heard this, It was like a heavy blow, and the wreckage of the heart finally collapsed completely—over the years, for fame, for blood relatives, for responsibility, for those things that had nothing to do with love, they had borne themselves.Hearing these words until now, his heart is ups and downs, he wants to cry, laugh, complain, and act like a spoiled child.So he couldn't raise his energy, his voice suddenly softened, and he was paralyzed. In Liyuan's words, he lost his soul——

He reached out to pick off the confetti on Qiao Weidong's face, and said softly, "Say, if you were a girl, would we still be wasting so many years?"

As soon as he heard this, Qiao Weidong knew that he had made a mistake. This mistake was made at the moment of his reincarnation.If he was a girl, he firmly believed that Wang Lijun would accept him, because they were childhood sweethearts, joining hands in the rivers and lakes, like a heroic couple like Guo Jing and Huang Rong. Unfortunately, they are two men, so they can only worship as brothers, not asking for the same year, the same month, the same day Live, but ask to die on the same day, same month, same year.

Qiao Weidong had no choice but to make a joke: "I'm a girl, do you still dare to accept me?"

Wang Lijun wanted to say something, but just raised his breath, but let it out again, and said after a while: "No way, no one dares to ask for it except me."

Qiao Weidong couldn't help sighing, he knew that this catastrophe was finally over, since he made a big mistake when he was reincarnated, it's okay to make more mistakes.

Hearing that sigh, Wang Lijun seemed to want to test whether he was still crying, so he reached out to brush his face.It's a pity that I can't see clearly in the dark, Wang Lijun stretched out his hand, only to find a high nose bridge, horizontal cheekbones, a completely Slavic face.His hand moved from top to bottom, and finally pressed it to his mouth. Under his palm, the two mouths opened and closed.

"Brother, let's start over."

Wang Lijun didn't answer, neither said yes, nor said no, because he firmly believed that all noble feelings need not be confessed.After a long time, he said: "You will kill me in this life. If you don't get married, I still want to get married. If it weren't for you, I would have married a long time ago—no, I would have remarried a long time ago."

Qiao Weidong took it seriously: "If you want... I heard that Taiwan can do it now?"

Wang Lijun retorted: "I don't want that, it's disrespectful, and I'm a thief? I want to make a big deal, and hundreds of TV stations will broadcast it." It's his personality.Wang Lijun loves vanity so much, but he has not had a wedding that attracts worldwide attention in his life, which is really unreasonable.

Qiao Weidong pursed his lips, feeling that he was wrong, and he blamed him for having the wrong birth, causing his lover to spend his whole life in secret.

Wang Lijun leaned against the head of the bed and sighed, "Hey, I really want to get married." Well, the topic changed back.

Qiao Weidong was really helpless, he couldn't solve this problem, they always had this kind of conflict in the past, Wang Lijun wanted something, but it didn't exist at all, Qiao Weidong had to comfort him, Wang Lijun continued to express his desire, and finally fell into an endless loop of love.But up to now, Qiao Weidong has long been experienced and has become a good hand at changing the topic.

So he said, "Then do you want to get married, or do you want to live forever?"

Wang Lijun gritted his teeth and said, "I want both."

Qiao Weidong promised: "Okay, then I will work hard."

"You try so hard—" At this point, Wang Lijun was full of emotions, and couldn't hold down his voice for a while, and his voice broke.Fortunately, Qiao Weidong didn't continue, otherwise he might create a century wedding in a glass coffin, with the same style as Snow White, and the whole Chinese people came to pay their respects.

The temperature was quite low that night, and there was no air conditioner in the cemetery. Fortunately, the two of them slept together, so they would not catch cold.The rain finally stopped, the windows stopped slamming, and, according to the Observatory, the unseasonable rain was over.After crying, Wang Lijun couldn't sleep again. He just leaned against the head of the bed, put his head on Qiao Weidong's shoulder, and looked at the window—the night wind was blowing, the shadows of the trees were shaking, and there was a sparkle on the window glass. moon.