Snowy Night
The snow fell in torrents and gentle waves. After a long journey, Lu Jinfeng returned to Bai Shunan's home. He deftly took off his coat and placed it on the back of the sofa. He looked out the window at the snowy scene, his previous anticipation for winter gone. As he relaxed on the sofa, a white cat followed his footsteps and jumped onto Lu Jinfeng, determined to bother him.
Lu Jinfeng smoothed the white cat's fur soothingly, then leaned back tiredly and closed his eyes.
After a moment, Lu Jinfeng forced himself to open his eyes, and his gaze was blank for a few seconds. He caught a glimpse of several cameras on the bookshelf, which he had bought for his sudden hobby.
For some unknown reason, Lu Jinfeng walked over, picked up a camera that showed obvious signs of use, and flipped through the photos and videos inside. As he flipped through the pages, he stopped pressing the camera when he played a video. There was laughter in the background, but in the video, there was only one person in the shot: Bai Shunan, a blurry figure standing under the shade of a tree, looking down at the script.
He spotted him and walked towards him. The vague smile in his eyes suddenly became clear. Bai Shunan looked at him tenderly and surprised, with the light and shadow of branches and leaves flashing in his eyes. A bit of innocence was reflected in his bright eyes. With the shaking camera, he was sometimes blurry and sometimes clear, but his smile became more brilliant and moving... The cry of the white cat pulled Lu Jinfeng away from his memories. He came back to his senses and looked at the dim house. In a trance, he once again felt the intrusion of the fact that Bai Shunan had not lived here for a long time.
Lu Jinfeng tidied himself in the mirror, then frowned unbearably at the dark circles under his eyes. He then went to deal with something else to distract himself. He tucked the white cat into his cat bag and drove to a house he once considered home.
When he opened the door, he saw his mother sitting there, silent and stubborn, refusing to look at him. For a moment, it felt as if even the air was trying to drive him away. Lu Jinfeng closed the door, wondering how to handle this. He cast his gaze toward the next door, and instantly, as if suddenly awakened, the answer dawned on him. Lu Jinfeng walked over, knocked on the next door, and spoke a few words.
Zhong Mianqing quickly came over and opened the door. His messy hair showed obvious signs of running. "What are you..."
Before she could finish her words, Lu Jinfeng interrupted her and handed over the cat bag. Zhong Mianqing took it hesitantly and listened to Lu Jinfeng's calm words, "Please help me take care of Mianhua for a few days. Please."
Zhong Mianqing was about to ask something when she saw Lu Jinfeng's hurriedly leaving figure. She looked up at the falling snowflakes. No matter how fast they fell, they were light and weightless. She stopped talking and closed the door.
Lu Jinfeng had just sat in the car when he received a call from the police station. He temporarily changed direction and went to the police station. He went through the procedures with a numb face and even mind. He listened to other people's questions and answers, but he couldn't concentrate. It was as if he had been deprived of his senses. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't recall his feelings. In the end, he was so numb that even his posture was stiff.
It wasn't until he left the police station that a belated anger suddenly surged in him. He thought about what he had to do next, suppressed his indignation and regret, and calmly returned to the car. Halfway through the journey, he encountered a serious traffic jam. Looking ahead at the seemingly endless road filled with cars, Lu Jinfeng covered his face with his hands and sighed softly. What he feared most now was waiting. The lost time left traces of despair.
During the waiting time, Lu Jinfeng complained about the possible traffic accident, and then became dazed, thinking that he was the one in the accident. His imagination always pushed him to tragedy, and catastrophic anticipations appeared in his mind from time to time. He was deeply trapped in the torture of powerlessness and couldn't extricate himself. It seemed that he was intentionally nourishing it, and with repeated setbacks, his imagination gradually became a worse and worse practice until everything was irreversible.
The traffic ahead moved slowly forward, and he felt increasingly uncomfortable as he stayed there, even starting to feel carsick. He was clearly driving, but it didn't feel like he was behind the wheel. He felt as if the moon had disappeared from the sky, forgetting that it was snowing heavily. All sorts of strange thoughts popped up, muddling his perception. Lu Jinfeng opened the car window, using the night's chill to clear his mind. Snowflakes drifted in, landing on his face with a soft, fleeting chill that, upon closer inspection, felt a certain repulsive itch.
He mumbled a few simple words to comfort his panicked heart, but he could not relieve the feeling of being weighed down by something. He breathed slowly, sweat breaking out on his forehead, and he could not stop the hurricane in his heart. His internal organs felt a kind of heavy pain, and the words of comfort were completely overshadowed by his real feelings.
Lu Jinfeng wanted to leave here, and leave here quickly. His mind was intoxicated with longing, and the cold air repeatedly tortured his limited patience. But he could only wait hopelessly. He tried to feel grateful to ease his anxiety, but he had exhausted his last bit of patience.
The seemingly endless stream of cars finally began to flow, the wind rushing in, easily shattering his emotions. As his movements became uncontrollable, bad thoughts bubbled up one after another, as if encouraged. The night was deep and dark, dragging him down to hell. He was mired in a quagmire of regret, and his deepest regret was for the decision he had thought about for so long, a decision that had once been disguised as an escape.
Countless preliminary work for making this decision flashed back to his mind, and the conversation was vivid in his mind. He sat there, looking out the window, foolishly looking forward to the future, with a vague feeling that was hard to describe, waiting to see the shy look on his lover's face when she kissed him.
After several hours of travel, Lu Jinfeng finally arrived at his destination. He walked slowly in the corridor and stopped at a place. His eyes passed through the small glass window on the door and fell on the person on the hospital bed. Bai Shunan was lying there peacefully as if he was fast asleep.
Lu Jinfeng opened the door and quietly walked over. He lay down beside Bai Shunan and gently placed his hand on the side of Bai Shunan's neck. The slight beating of Bai Shunan's neck slowly made up for the peace of mind he had lacked on this journey, allowing him to fall asleep. For a moment, he forgot the grief that had surged in his mind. Lu Jinfeng smelled the faint smell of disinfectant in the air, and he couldn't really relax. Lu Jinfeng looked at Bai Shunan quietly, his eyes dry, unable to shed tears. Lu Jinfeng moved closer and slowly closed his eyes. In his mind, he used memories to describe his past spirit. No matter how he thought about it, it was just a shadow with the halo of the past.
Lu Jinfeng anxiously grasped Bai Shunan's hand, then let go when he thought of something. He opened his eyes, distress radiating from them, his brows slightly furrowed. He didn't want to let go of his hand, "I miss you."
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