Suo Qingjun Chapter 96

The years are gentle, old friends are at peace

When the thin letter slipped from Xu Baiyan’s trembling fingertips and landed lightly on the floor, the air in the entire room seemed to be evacuated in an instant, leaving only suffocating grief and powerlessness, weighing heavily on everyone’s heart.Qing Feng’an froze on the spot, his eyes fixed on the last little poem on the letter paper. He had missed her for ten years and dared not say anything, spending time together in silence. Every word was like a needle hardened by ice, piercing his heart densely, making him even breathe tremblingly in pain.

He finally understood that all Chu Jiyan’s calmness, all forbearance, all sensibility and cooperation in those days were never about relief, let alone strength, but a person silently making all preparations for farewell in his heart, using the quietest way to rush to a reunion that he would never look back on.He didn’t cry, didn’t struggle, didn’t cause anyone any trouble, he just sent Lin Xingmian away quietly, and then followed him quietly, hiding all his reluctance and affection in that short poem in the middle of the night that no one knew about.

Xu Baiyan had already collapsed on the ground, covering his face with his hands. The suppressed cry leaked out from between his fingers, heartbreaking, but he did not dare to be too loud, as if he was afraid of disturbing the person who was sleeping on the bed forever.He never thought that Chu Jiyan, who cried silently while holding Lin Xingmian in the hospital, or Chu Jiyan who straightened his back and never shed a tear at the funeral, would end his long and lonely waiting in such a decisive way.He thought that time could heal the pain, and that companionship could bring back those in the abyss, but he forgot that some people’s world always only revolves around one person. When that person is gone, no matter how big the world is, there will only be a desolation.

Jin Xianling’s hands hanging by her sides were clenched tightly, her joints turned white, and her veins were faintly bulging. Her eyes, which were usually indifferent and calm, were now filled with intense pain and self-blame.He hated himself for not being attentive enough, for not seeing through the despair beneath Chu Jiyan’s calm appearance, for not being able to stay with him for a little longer, for not being able to gently knock on the door and say “I’m still here” on his loneliest night.But everything is too late. Once life comes to an end, there will never be a chance to come back again. Those comforts that were too late to express and the hands that were too late to reach out have all turned into regrets that cannot be let go for the rest of my life.

Song Xu stood by the window, his eyes slightly lowered. His long eyelashes covered all the emotions in his eyes. Only his slightly trembling fingertips revealed the waves in his heart.He had seen too many separations between life and death, too many joys and sorrows, and he thought his heart had calmed down. But now, looking at Chu Jiyan sleeping peacefully on the bed, and looking at the bloody suicide note, he still couldn’t help but feel the soreness at the tip of his nose.These two people, one had a stable life, but left suddenly; the other waited half his life, and finally died with deep love. They did not have a grand confession, and they did not stay together for everyone to know, but they used the most extreme way to complete a companionship that spanned life and death.

After a long time, Qing Feng’an slowly closed her eyes, suppressing the burning in her eyes. When she opened them again, her voice was extremely hoarse, but with unquestionable firmness: “According to his last wish, bury Ji Yan next to Xing Mian.”

This simple sentence exhausted all his energy.

There was no grand ceremony or noisy crowds. Qing Feng’an and the others handled Chu Jiyan’s funeral affairs in a low-key manner. They followed his wishes and buried him gently next to Lin Xingmian’s tomb.Two small tombstones are closely attached to each other, one on the left and one on the right, standing quietly between the green mountains. From then on, they listen to the wind blowing together, rain fall and shower together. Sunrise and sunset, spring, summer, autumn and winter, they will never be separated again.

After more than ten years of silent protection, more than ten years of not daring to get close, in the end, in this way, we will stay together for the rest of our lives.

After doing all this, Qing Feng’an and the others stood in front of two tombstones that depended on each other, and did not speak for a long time.The wind blew gently, bringing the fragrance of grass and trees, like a gentle response from two teenagers, and like a long and quiet farewell.They knew that from now on, this place was no longer a lonely grave, but the home of two souls. It was the softest and most caring place in all of their hearts.

The days will always go on, and life will never stop because of someone’s departure.

With regrets and longing deep in their hearts, Qing Fengan, Jin Xianling, Xu Baiyan, and Song Xu slowly returned to their original life trajectory.They did not indulge in grief and could not extricate themselves, because they knew that Chu Jiyan and Lin Xingmian definitely did not want to see them fail, let alone see them trapped by the past and stop moving forward.What those who have passed away most want to see is never that the living shed tears for them, but that they eat well, sleep well, live well, and live warm and bright lives in the world with their own share of hope.

Years go by, spring passes and autumn comes, and in the blink of an eye, many years pass.

Time is like a pair of gentle hands, gently soothing the sharp pain, but not erasing the memory in the heart. Those fragments about Chu Jiyan and Lin Xingmian are still clearly engraved in everyone’s mind, quiet and warm, becoming the gentlest background in the years.

And the four teenagers who supported each other in grief also lived their best lives in time, and had their own perfection and happiness.

Qing Feng’an is still gentle and calm. Over the years, he has taken over the family’s affairs and taken care of everything in order. He is still generous and gentle towards others, and he has a partner who knows and cares for him.The two people have the same outlook on life and have the same mind. Their life is ordinary and warm, not dramatic, but steady and happy.He is still the reassuring presence, the support among friends, and the warmth in the eyes of family members. Whenever he mentions the past, there will always be a soft nostalgia in his eyes, but there is no heartbreaking pain anymore, only blessings and concern for his old friend.

Jin Xianling still talks little, but is no longer cold and distant.He followed his own heart and embarked on the path of love. His career was stable, his heart was full, and he had someone around him who understood his silence and cherished his gentleness.That person never complained about his lack of words, nor did he force him to express. He just stayed with him quietly, handed him a glass of warm water when he was silent, gave him a support when he was tired, and made his cold world warm and bright little by little.Today, Jin Xianling’s eyebrows are a little softer and a little less cold. Occasionally, a faint smile will appear at the corner of her mouth. She can’t even hide her happiness.

Xu Baiyan is still lively and cheerful. Time has not erased his innocence and purity, but has made him more transparent and warm.He has a career he likes, and is surrounded by family and partners who love and protect him. His life is lively and sweet.He still loves to cry, but it is no longer because of grief, but because of emotion, happiness, and the small and beautiful moments in life.Every year when he mentioned Chu Jiyan and Lin Xingmian, his eyes would still turn red, but it was no longer heartbreaking sadness, but with tender longing, and he whispered about his recent life, as if he was sharing his daily life with an old friend he hadn’t seen for a long time.

Song Xu is still light and calm, but has more of a human atmosphere.He lived the life he wanted most, without fighting or grabbing, taking his time, having things he loved, people to accompany him, a stable home, and warm light.He is no longer the person who watches the world with cold eyes, but has learned to embrace life, cherish the present, and live ordinary days poetically and peacefully.Whenever he came to the grave of his old friend, he would always stand quietly with gentle eyes, as if he was looking at each other quietly with two old friends. No need to say anything, they already had the same mind.

All four people have their own happiness, a happy family, a stable life, a clear mind, and worry-free years.

They have not forgotten the past, but they are not trapped by the past. Instead, they miss their old friends, live seriously in every moment, and live their days gently and brightly.Because they knew that this was what Chu Jiyan and Lin Xingmian wanted to see most.

And every year, on the day Lin Xingmian left, it was also the day Chu Jiyan followed him. No matter how busy they were, no matter where they were, the four of them would put aside all their affairs, bring a bouquet of clean and fresh flowers, and go to the quiet cemetery on the outskirts of the city together. They would walk to the two tombstones that closely depended on each other and spend some time with them quietly.

This day will never be missed.

This year is no exception.

The sky is clear, the white clouds are long, the mountains are green, the vegetation is lush, the wind blows gently, bringing with it the fragrance of flowers, everything is so gentle.

Qing Feng’an was wearing a clean shirt and had a gentle temperament. Standing next to her was her partner with a light smile, holding a bouquet of white daisies in her hand, which was Lin Xingmian’s favorite flower during his lifetime.Jin Xianling is still tall and tall, and the people around him are quietly accompanying him, holding a bouquet of clean white roses in his hand, which is Chu Jiyan’s preferred look.Xu Baiyan’s eyes were slightly red, but with a slight smile, he was holding a large bouquet of tender flowers in his hands and chattering about recent interesting things, as if he was sharing with two old friends.Song Xu was calm and calm, holding a bouquet of elegant flowers in his hand, standing aside, quiet and gentle.

They gently placed the flowers in front of the two tombstones, without saying too much, just standing quietly, their eyes falling gently on the two familiar names.

Tomb of Lin Xingmian

Tomb of Chu Jiyan

These two simple names are close together, and from then on, they will never be separated for the rest of their lives.

“Xingmian, Ji Yan, we are here to see you.” Qing Feng’an spoke softly, her voice gentle and soft, with the tenderness accumulated over the years, “Everything is fine this year, we are all fine, don’t worry.”

Jin Xianling lowered her eyes slightly, her voice was low and gentle, and she rarely said more than a few words: “You should be well over there. Don’t have any more regrets, don’t have any more pain, be safe, and be happy.”

Xu Baiyan sniffed and spoke with a smile, his tone brisk and full of happiness: “Brother Ji Yan, brother Xingmian, I am living a very good life now. You don’t have to worry about me. I will always be well. You also want to be happy in another world and never be separated again.”

Song Xu nodded slightly, his tone light but sincere: “The years are stable, we all remember you, you will always be in our hearts.”

The sun shines through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled light and shadow, falling on the tombstone and on the four people, warm and bright.The wind blew gently, like two invisible hands, patting their shoulders gently, like a gentle response from an old friend, or a silent blessing.

They stood for a long time and talked a lot, talking about their recent lives, each other’s happiness, and the small and beautiful daily life, as if they were talking to old friends they hadn’t seen for a long time. There was no sadness, no depression, only gentle longing and peaceful happiness.

They knew that Chu Jiyan and Lin Xingmian would definitely be able to see it.

I can see their happiness, their stability, and they can live well in the world with longing for me.

And the two young men who missed their whole life and regretted half of their lives were finally reunited in another world, able to stay together, and fulfilled. There was no longer an unexpected parting, no more deep feelings that they dared not express, and no more loneliness of waiting alone.

One of them is gentle and stable, the other is affectionate and persistent. They missed half their lives in the world, but at the end of the years, they have eternal companionship.

Qing Feng’an and the others did not stay long. When the sun set, they waved gently and said goodbye gently to the two tombstones that depended on each other.

“Let’s go and see you again next year.”

“You guys have to be good.”

“We’ll be fine too.”

When they turned to leave, the four of them had gentle and calm smiles on their faces. There was no sorrow or regret in their eyes, only warm nostalgia and love for life.They looked at each other and understood what the other was thinking without saying anything.

There are loved ones by your side, old friends behind you who care about you, years of tenderness before your eyes, and a bright future to look forward to.

This is the best ending.

The road to this world is long, and there have been many winds and rains. Jin’an is hidden in the folds of time, and the preface describes the tenderness of the world.The mountains and seas we have walked through and the encounters we have encountered have finally settled into a touch of stability in time. Keep your heart with the word Jin, and return to the future with the word An. All the unfinished stories are the prelude to the future. The pen is written in white, and you will be safe every year.

From then on,

There is perfection in the world, there is reunion in the underworld,

Time goes by without saying a word, but lovesickness lasts forever.

Old friends will never be separated, and happiness will last forever.

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