He carved a wordless monument for him and spent two lifetimes in silence.
In the seventh year of the Yonghe period, Shen Zhici, the imperial censor, rescued Xie Qingyuan on a rainy night in Jinling. Although he knew that same-sex love was taboo, he still fell in love with her at first sight. He hid people in a small courtyard and hid his thoughts deep in his heart, not daring to express them until his death. The poisonous wine in the prison burned through his throat. He used his nails to dig out the accounts all over the stone wall, and then cut out "Qing Yuan, don't read" into his chest one by one - those were the last four words he left to Xie Qingyuan.
A thousand years later, Shen Zhici walked into a modern university dormitory and saw the words "Xie Jingchuan" on his roommate's class schedule.
In this life, Xie Jingchuan was cold and lonely, sealing all his emotions into ice. He didn't know who this person was, why he held his hand in front of the whiteboard to fill in the matrix subscripts, why he handed him antipyretic medicine when he had a fever, and why when he called him "Chuan", his voice was as low as a thousand-year sigh.
What I dared not say in my previous life, can I say it in this life?
The green hairband in the display case faded to azure, and there was still a burn mark on the guqin. Archaeologists say that this joint tomb has been sealed for thousands of years and has never been disturbed, but there is no evidence that they were in love during their lifetime.
"Maybe they just waited for each other their whole lives."
Unfortunately, the people who were waiting had already reunited, and they brought their four-year-old child with them on the day they went to the museum.
Intention: The real tragedy is not that the love cannot stay together, but that the love cannot be expressed until death. The real rebirth is not to come back to life, but to finally learn to express love.