The day Yu Jinheng died was a snowy day.
Since Yu Xinyu's death, his health had been poor, and at the age of 39, he was already on his deathbed.
Everyone who has met Yu Jinheng says—
He did this because he missed his younger 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 increasingly reclusive. Occasionally, people in the old house would remember that Yu Xinyu and Yu Jinheng had a big argument and then parted on bad terms.
That happened 6 or 7 years ago. The reason for the argument was simple: it was about someone I shouldn't mention.
The mere thought of that name sent a shiver down the spines of the Yu family's servants, as if they had encountered some terrible problem. Everyone still remembered that farce and the image of that person jumping off the building.
It was a Tuesday morning. Yu Jinheng's assistant still remembers that day. Yu Jinheng, who never missed a company meeting, suddenly fell seriously ill and didn't go to the company for a whole week. Then he stayed in a sanatorium for a month.
His health deteriorated after that.
And Yu Xinyu...
The assistant wanted to sigh when he thought about what happened that day.
Yu Xinyu started a live stream, confessing to the camera. He kept listing the things he had done, his selfishness, and how he deliberately allowed online comments to engulf Cen Yu's evil deeds... He nervously bit his fingers until someone who noticed something was wrong took him away and cut off the live stream.
After that, Yu Xinyu was kept in the sanatorium.
Yu Jinheng also stayed in that place.
The assistant really felt that the Yu family was probably cursed by something... Why did both Yu Jinheng and Yu Xinyu have a problem with this sanatorium?
He remembered that when he went to the sanatorium with Yu Jinheng, Yu Xinyu was sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a restraint garment to prevent him from hurting himself when he was emotionally agitated.
Yu Jinheng simply looked at Yu Xinyu.
Yu Xinyu didn't look at him. He sat by the window, looking at the big tree outside.
"...He hasn't even seen my house yet." He didn't seem to know what he was saying.
“I planted a lemon tree, and he could just open the window and reach out to pick it.” Yu Xinyu was calm at this moment. He turned to look at Yu Jinheng and laughed. “I heard Cen Yu talking to me. He told me to die.”
“He didn’t tell you to die,” Yu Jinheng said after coughing a few times.
He looked at his younger brother, pursed his lips, and said, "He said goodbye."
“…He didn’t even want to say goodbye to me,” Yu Xinyu said. “He simply didn’t want to see me again.”
After saying that, he chuckled to himself 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, 'As expected of my little Yu, you are really beautiful.'"
"But why can't I hold onto you?"
As he spoke, he drifted into endless memories once again.
Yu Jinheng watched Yu Xinyu talking to herself before finally leaving the sanatorium.
With Cen Yu's incident already over, the variety show had no chance of continuing... Not long after, Sang Qianshan announced her retirement from the entertainment industry and returned home to officially take over the family business. Lou Baichuan also left his original company.
Yu Jinheng could also sense that business was not going very smoothly, as both the Sang family and the Lou family were trying to suppress him.
Three years after that incident, Yu Jinheng received a postcard from Cen Yu in the apartment he had already bought.
He went to the sanatorium and looked at Yu Xinyu sitting opposite him. At this time, Yu Xinyu was no longer the crazy person he was three years ago. He would occasionally sit by the window and draw. The things in the picture were very simple, always lemon trees, white houses, and lush greenery.
He drew many of Cen Yu's works, some of which even depicted happy expressions that Cen Yu had never shown before.
Yu Jinheng handed the postcard to Yu Xinyu... then straightened his clothes and prepared to leave.
Just as 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 sanatorium, Yu Xinyu's room suddenly caught fire, and the paintings and Yu Xinyu himself perished in the flames.
No one knew what Yu Jinheng was thinking, only that from then on, Yu Jinheng's health deteriorated until the winter of that year.
He lay in bed, and perhaps in a moment of lucidity before death, he suddenly regained his energy and even took out a photo album from the safe.
The assistant didn't know what was in the album, but he saw Yu Jinheng open it, look at it for a long time, and then put the album back in the safe.
He lay quietly in bed, waiting for this final moment that belonged to him to arrive.
He seemed to see something in his mind's eye. After coughing a few more times, he whispered the name of the figure he was looking at—
“…Xiao Yu…”
Just as the assistant was about to call for help, he discovered that Yu Jinheng had already stopped breathing.
He carefully recalled the name Yu Jinheng had just called out, and assumed that the other person had passed away due to excessive grief after his younger brother's death.
After all, who would have thought that Yu Jinheng would call out the name of a man he had only met a few times and spent a short time with?
...
The postcard that could not be received eventually returned to Sang Qianshan's hands.
He looked at the words he had written three years ago on the postcard and felt only irony... He stopped the car and went to Cen Yu's grave, but unexpectedly saw Lou Baichuan there.
The other person looked travel-worn, as if they had just returned from a business trip.
The two nodded to each other after meeting, 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 live a carefree, peaceful, and joyful life.
Sang Qianshan watched as the flames engulfed the postcard, only letting go before they burned his fingers.
He watched as the postcard quickly turned to ashes and scattered in the air...
He thought that if there were a next life, this would still be what he wanted to say to Cen Yu.
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