give me a warm glow

It becomes more deeply and unexpectedly affectionate.

At the end of the concert, everyone's blood was ignited again. ——《Heart》

I can't express the emotion I feel about that song.But every line of the lyrics sounds like it has been discovered for ten years, and we are slowly turning it into reality.

Ten years of guarding, a sea of ​​flowers.

Ten years of listening, soul-to-heart connection.

Wang Junkai said: "Dear Clover, we will go through many, many decades together."

Wang Yuan said: "Dear four-leaf clover, we are with you."

Yi Yanqianxi said: "Dear Clover, you have supported our belief all the way."

C24: Hospitalization

The concert ends at ten o'clock.The moonlight that night was very gentle, and the silver-white radiance fell on the faces of the fans, shining brightly.They all shed hot tears that night, their voices became hoarse and their arms ached.But they all left the field with a smile, and turned their heads to stop and stare at the stadium.Then they raised their heads and went their separate ways, continuing their lives.

Our tears are not because of sadness, because we still have many decades.

We are not too nostalgic looking back, because we have to remember today and live better tomorrow.

Only the audience in twos and threes remained in the arena. Qin Jia and I packed our backpacks and prepared to go backstage.

"Xiafu!" The sudden cry forced me to stop.This voice is very familiar...

Sure enough, it was the girl who delivered the letter gently just now.His eyes were still red, and he was walking extremely neatly while stepping on the height of Hentian.Under Qin Jia's surprised eyes, the girl had already walked in front of me. "Xiafu, please be sure to read that letter." Then there was an unexpected hug.I patted the girl on the back lightly and said confidently, "I will."

"I wish you happiness." She murmured, let go of me, and stepped on the height of Hentian, the crisp voice gradually became faint.

"Who is she?" Qin Jia pulled me to the backstage with a puzzled face.I smiled and shook my head, "I don't know...but she's a very special girl."

There was laughter in the living room.The three of them sat on the chairs, wearing a jacket over their thin shirts. Although the hair on their foreheads was soaked with sweat, they still didn't feel tired, and they talked about today's concert with great vigor.

"Congratulations, congratulations, today is wonderful." Qin Jia smiled and pushed open the door, speaking vigorously in a Beijing accent, her gaze swept over a tall figure, she froze suddenly, and the backpack in her hand fell to the floor with a clatter.

"What's the matter..." I walked out from behind her, looked up, and was also stunned, "Wei Yuan... Long time no see."

Wei Yuan, who came back from the northeast, became more enthusiastic and forthright, opened his arms, and smiled brightly, "Long time no see." Qin Jia almost threw himself into Wei Yuan's arms.

It's hard to imagine that the tall and tough man in front of him is his old classmate Wei Yuan.Wei Yuan rubbed Qin Jia's hair, "Girl, brother misses you."

The unrequited love in his childhood was gone, and Qin Jia didn't know if he really let it go, he punched Wei Yuan hard in the chest, broke free from his embrace, and smiled with tears in his eyes, "Now that you know I'm good, you don't have a chance."

There is no chance.

Wei Yuan stood there smiling helplessly, staring at me with deep eyes, then at Yi Yang Qianxi, without saying a word.

For a long time, he raised his head and stared at the ceiling. "After so many years, I really miss our past."

Yi Yang Qianxi put his hands on Wei Yuan's shoulders and shook his head, "Isn't it best that we can get together now?"

In order to celebrate the success of the concert, they unanimously decided to have a meal outside.

In the taxi, I rummaged through my backpack to find the letter, "Qian'er..."

"Huh?" His pretty eyebrows raised.The palm is wide and warm on the top of my head.

"Just now..." Just as she was about to say, the vibrating sound of the mobile phone was inappropriately interrupted.

"Hello?" There was rapid breathing mixed with low sobs from the phone, "Xiafu, come to the hospital. Your father is in the hospital."

On weekdays, my mother was suicidal and soft-spoken, but she became anxious and restless.

Hearing the word "Dad" gave me a moment of trance.All that remains in my mind is a blurry picture of a tall man lifting a little girl over his head.A handsome man hugs his wife happily.

I don't know since when there is no group photo.

Dad, where is my dad?This word, which is already very alien to me, is brought up at this moment, and it is related to the hospital.

"parking!"

C25: A Story

I don't like the smell of disinfectant in the hospital, which fills my nasal cavity and numbs my nerves.I also don't like the feeling of entering the hospital. I have been vaccinated in the hospital since I can't remember anything. Other children cried so much that it took a long time, but I waited quietly for the pain.Not because of bravery, but because I want to escape this cage quickly, which makes me feel suffocated.

I think probably the hospital is a paradise for angels in white.

Then when I grew up, I understood.Hospitals can bring laughter and endless tears.How many people are separated from their loved ones in this place, and heart-piercing cries often come from the originally quiet place.

Now I stumbled to this place.Am I running? The evening wind whistled in my ears, and Yi Yang Qianxi's voice gradually faded away.Over the years I have imagined countless scenarios of meeting that man.I can't forget that I also have a father.I hated him, but when I saw my mother rubbing the yellowed photo with her hands.There was a tear hanging from the corner of my eye, and it fell down without a sound. When it shattered to the ground, my eyes were also red.Since you are still in love, why is there no news.

Is that tall figure still there, and will he still smile and pick up this grown-up daughter?

The white-clothed angels in the corridor of the hospital walked calmly wearing disinfectant masks. Seeing me rushing forward, there was a stark contrast.A pair of eyes full of doubts.

Pushing open the door of the ward, all my expectations were wiped out.The blue and white walls seem to create a peaceful atmosphere.But the man lying on the hospital bed had a sallow complexion, his face carved like a knife and ax was full of vicissitudes, obviously he was out of place.The woman next to her belonged to her mother, and her always gentle mother's eyes were swollen like red peaches.

I have forgotten to remember the expression at that time, maybe it was expressionless, if your heart is already clear and the waves are calm, but your face is as calm as water.

He was the first to see me on the hospital bed, squeezed a smile on his face, and struggled to sit up. "Xiao Fu...Xiao Fu, you are here..."

He was still the tall man, but he was emaciated and lacked confidence when speaking.My mother wiped the tears on her face in a panic, and pulled me forward.

I looked at him quietly, already thinking that I would be instantly drowned in tears when I questioned him.

"Dad..." This was the first time I could remember calling him that way, with a hoarse voice, the last line of defense in my heart completely collapsed.The hug of my father that I miss day and night.

The alien and indifferent atmosphere in the air was dispelled by his hug.

He dragged his frail body and opened his arms to pull me into his arms with all his strength. His rough hands kept stroking my messy hair.

If possible, I would like to let him make up for all my missing fatherly love.

"Hua He..." He gently waved his hand to his mother, "I want to chat with Xiao Fu..."

Mom returned to her usual charming smile, with tears in her eyes, "Okay. I'll go home and make porridge first."

I found that the only thing in my father who was not stained with vicissitudes and fatigue was his eyes.Those eyes are as vast as the stars as my mother once said.When he was young, he was a charming guy, but now that he is nearly fifty, his emaciation makes people feel distressed.

"Xiaofu..." He leaned on the hospital bed, and all the eyes that had been following his mother just now focused on me.

That nostalgic gaze, who can say that they have never loved.

The hundred thousand whys in my heart seemed to come out immediately.He smiled and took my hand, and wanted to say something but coughed desperately for a while.Although his brows were tightly furrowed, there was always a serene smile on his face, "Lung cancer tortured me."

Lung cancer... He said it very calmly. "My time is running out."

"Xiao Fu...I want to tell a story."

I squeezed his hand tightly and nodded.Everything about him is unknown to me.This easily lost man finally lost himself.

"Feiyang met a girl when she was 19 years old. She is a very special girl. Although she is not very beautiful, she is the kind of good-looking girl. She has a unique and charming temperament, and she always smiles like a spring breeze. Fumian, that girl's name is Hua He."

His voice brought me into a huge time vortex, and I was still startled when I heard Warhol's name.

"Huahe, it's a very interesting name. Feiyang always likes to call him Lotus. The girl looked at Feiyang seriously with a smile on her face and said, 'Lotus is my favorite flower. I love her innocence. My mother said that a girl should be as steadfast as a lotus. Isn’t it true that she can speak out of the mud and not be stained with clean water but not bewitched?” I probably understand."

The father said intoxicated, closed his eyes with a smile, and relaxed his frown.

"Feiyang likes Huahe. In the last year of high school, Feiyang got up earlier than anyone else, riding a bicycle through Beijing's big and small alleys, bought warm soy milk and fried dough sticks and sat in the breakfast shop opposite Huahe's house, etc. He watched her come out, handed her warm soybean milk, and volunteered to drive her to school. During those days, Feiyang felt that Warhe also liked her. Not in the same high school, Feiyang thought that the distance between them was only limited to the road. The little love between Hua He will be as steadfast and eternal as the temperament of the lotus."