"This jade pendant can really bless lovers to finally get married!"
Fu Hanzhou pinched the back of her hand and smiled gently.
Wei Zhuolan suddenly stared at Fu Hanzhou and said:
"When did you leave? No wonder you seemed like a different person when I discovered the theory of space-time folds! It turns out that Fu Hanzhou is the person in the book!"
Wei Zhuolan suddenly smiled bitterly:
"For 66 years, I've gone from black hair to white hair. For 66 years, I've been guarding the laboratory, and you guys, on the other hand, want to stick together for the rest of your lives!"
He smiled miserably, then suddenly collapsed dejectedly, his memory seeming to go back to that day 66 years ago.
He returned home in a daze and locked himself in the study.
He frantically searched through ancient books, and the yellowed pages flew through his hands.
Finally, three months later, he saw the words "Wrinkles in Time and Space" in an ancient novel of strange stories.
“So it really exists…”
There was a crazy light in his eyes:
"I must find her..."
When he kicked open the Fu family's door, heavy snow was covering the bluestone road.
Qin Ying was wrapping herself in a coarse cotton-padded jacket and pasting the windows. When she saw him barge in, she took a step back in fright, revealing a timid look that was completely different from what she remembered.
"Fu Hanzhou! I saw the theory of space-time folds in an ancient book. This is really a major discovery, hahaha..."
He laughed maniacally.
He rushed into the living room holding a yellowed ancient book.
"You looking for me?"
The man who walked out of the inner room was wearing a military cap and had a distant look in his eyes, like a stranger.
He put down the enamel pot in his hand, the tea inside was still steaming.
Wei Zhuolan's enthusiasm was suppressed by his calmness and indifference. He stared at the strangeness in the other person's eyes, and the decadent air of the past few days was completely gone.
"Doctor of Medicine Qin Ying!"
He grabbed the other person's shoulders and shook him:
"The one who can perform cutting-edge surgery and translate foreign literature..."
"You've got the wrong person."
Fu Hanzhou calmly pried his hands apart, turned to look at Qin Ying who had hidden in the kitchen, and his eyes suddenly became gentle:
"Are you talking about my wife? She's from the countryside and can't read..."
Wei Zhuolan was struck by lightning, taking a few steps back and falling to the ground. Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar person in front of him, he finally understood - this Fu Hanzhou was no longer the one he knew.
The north wind outside the house blew in snowflakes, and in a trance he saw Qin Ying standing under the parasol tree again, her eyelashes trembling as she told him, "Cherish the person in front of you."
He touched the red rubber band in his pocket and suddenly laughed out loud, tears welling up in his eyes.
On that snowy night, he clutched the ancient book with the words "Wrinkles in Time and Space" written on it, and his frozen fingers scratched deep marks on the title page.
The streetlight stretched his shadow very long, but it couldn't cover the fire burning in his eyes.
"Qin Ying, wait for me."
He murmured to the falling snow:
"Even if it takes my whole life, I will find you..."
He didn't know at that time that this sentence would become the cage that imprisoned him for sixty years.
Now, looking at the two people hugging each other in the venue, Wei Zhuolan suddenly smiled:
"I've spent my entire life chasing someone who doesn't belong to me. I've spent 66 years trying to reach your time, only to find myself already a remnant of time."
He tried to touch Qin Ying's face with his trembling hands, but suddenly retracted them before touching her skin:
"Too young, different from what I remember."
His eyes looked into the void, a smile of relief and sorrow spread across his old face, and he seemed to have suddenly lost all life.
“Every time I start the space-time device, I say to the air, ‘Qin Ying, today’s formula is one step closer…’”
"Wei Zhuolan, cheer up!"
Qin Ying's voice suddenly became serious. He looked like he was at the end of his life. She was shocked and hurried forward to support him.
"Wei Zhuolan, you opened the folds of time and space. Let's start over in this life, okay? Don't give up!"
Qin Ying glanced at Fu Hanzhou and motioned him to help Wei Zhuolan up.
"Wei Zhuolan, go back. You can start your life over again. Love yourself well, live every day well, and stop living for others!"
Looking at the hands covered with age spots in front of her, she suddenly remembered that these hands had helped her when she first entered the book.
The kindness at this moment is not pity, but more like repayment - repayment for the only sense of security he once gave her in that world.
As for the light he pursued, it was never himself.
Wei Zhuolan looked at Qin Ying's anxious expression, and the paranoid light in his cloudy eyes was no longer there.
He curled his lips slightly. He was content to see Qin Ying truly sad for him in his lifetime.
Unfortunately, he had always misread the complexity in her eyes - it was the regret for the loss of life, the helplessness for the obsession, but there was not a trace of the emotion he longed for.
Just like he mistook the faint light of fireflies for the moon, while the moon hung in Fu Hanzhou's night sky from beginning to end.
Sixty-six years of obsession fell at my feet like faded petals.
The love he had waited for all his life had long been worn down by time into a blessing - at least she was happy in this time and space, and that was enough.
It turns out that Wei Zhuolan has lived in the Lavender Manor for the past six years, which he built himself.
When Qin Ying and Fu Hanzhou pushed open the wooden door, a sea of purple flowers surged like waves.
The old man in the wheelchair stroked the lavender and whispered:
"The flower language of lavender is waiting for love. I always thought that you would come back when you smell the fragrance of the flower."
Qin Ying stood with her back to him in the flower field, tears falling into the sea of flowers:
"Wei Zhuolan, there are lavenders in every time and space, but no one here appreciates them. Your efforts are wasted. Go home and plant lavender. You have unfinished flowering seasons in your time and space, and you shouldn't be trapped in a season that doesn't belong to you."
Wei Zhuolan looked at her back, lowered his eyes and picked a lavender.
"What I have been chasing for so many years is nothing but a phantom in my memory."
He stood up and took one last look at the sea of lavender flowers:
“It turns out that the meaning of waiting is not possession, but proof that I have lived so passionately.”
The door of time and space opened, and Qin Ying and Fu Hanzhou stood in the middle of the sea of flowers, watching Wei Zhuolan disappear little by little into the gap of time and space.
The sea of flowers swayed in the wind, and the flower language of lavender, "waiting for love", eventually became his epitaph against time.
They walked out of the manor hand in hand. When they looked back, Qin Ying suddenly screamed:
"Fu Hanzhou, look..."
The sea of lavender flowers behind him gradually dissipated, as if Wei Zhuolan had never been there. Only Fu Hanzhou and Qin Ying remembered that there was once a crazy scholar who spent his life proving another form of love.
Qin Ying looked at the direction where the sea of flowers disappeared, and suddenly her palms were covered with warmth.
Fu Hanzhou's fingers passed through hers, and his voice fell with the night wind:
"I heard that the flower language of lavender is waiting?"
She raised her head and smiled, with tears still lingering in the corners of her eyes:
"No, it's about letting go—letting go of the flowering season that doesn't belong to you, so that you can wait for the real spring."
In the distance, the first rays of morning light pierced through the clouds. Fu Hanzhou held her in his arms and whispered:
"Our spring has just begun."
＜End＞
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